The End of the Emperor's Industry

"Hey, my young master, why did you come here? You know, I've been waiting since five o'clock until now, and I haven't even drank my saliva. I..."

For seven years, a man who likes to wear pink clothes, his shiny jet head with pomade is his highlight, and the pretentious pink glasses frame on his nose bridge is his symbol, um, yes, the symbol of a sissy.

He complained endlessly, Bu Luoxi raised his forehead to the sky, and took a deep breath.He only glanced back at him habitually and gave him a cold glance, then bent down and got into the back seat of the black Lamborghini.

He hooked his fingers at Seven Years.After seven years of understanding, he got into the car with a hippie smile and sat in the driver's seat.

The car started, and it took a long time to walk around. Neither of the two people spoke to each other.

In fact, he couldn't hold back many times in the past seven years, because he is always used to being long-winded, but Bu Luoxi has a cool poker face all day long, and he is also very helpless.

But this time, he really couldn't help it.For a chatterbox, silence is too scary.

"Hey, Xiaoxi, why did I feel so strange in your school today? Have you noticed the expressions of those onlookers when you walked past the gate of your Fengya Club just now, it seems...you are a foreign object. ..... Let me tell you what the hell..."

"Help me find out who posted this photo on the bulletin board..." He directly interrupted Seven Years, and threw the crumpled photo that he had held in his hand for a long time to the front seat Seven. Year.

Qi Nian stopped the car, bent down to pick up the ball of paper that fell by his feet.When he took it apart and looked at it, he, like the crowd, was dumbfounded in surprise.

"This...how could it be..." He turned to look at Bu Luoxi in the back seat: "Xiaoxi, what's going on with you?!" His tone was a little frightened: "This red-clothed Man, he... who is he? Why doesn't he look like someone from Fengya Society?!"

"You don't need to know who he is, you just have to do what I say..." He then lit another cigarette, opened the car window beside him, his eyes blurred, and he sprayed Clouds and fog.

Bu Luoxi has always been paranoid, so, just like he wanted to refuse for seven years, Bu Luoxi would never let him refuse. If it really doesn't work, the seven-year job may end here.

"Understood, young master... By the way, you smoke less, there will be a part of interaction with fans later in the meeting "Feel the temperature of the ice cream prince" You, I want your fans to kiss , don't forget to do oral hygiene..."

"What?!" Hearing the news, Bu Luoxi immediately threw away the cigarette in his hand, Yang Gao's tone was full of surprise, but soon his expression was calm again. "Cancelled..." is such an understatement.

"Ah? Sister V said that it can't be cancelled..." Seven Years Difficult: "Actually, Sister V also wanted to show your closeness to the people. Although it was a bit abrupt, it was also a good intention... ..”

"Stop..." he said coldly.

"What are you doing...?" He wondered.

He yelled, "Stop if I tell you to stop!"

"Okay, okay... yes yes yes..." Unable to resist Bu Luoxi's temper, he finally compromised after seven years.

But what he didn't expect was that when Bu Luoxi got out of the car, he turned around and walked in the direction of Bayan University.When he saw that the situation was not good, he got out of the car and ran after him, shouting as he ran.

In the end, Qi Nian stopped Bu Luoxi.

"Oh, my young master, what exactly do you want... As an idol, what's the big deal about kissing fans? If you take on TV dramas in the future, how can you miss a kiss scene these days Ah, maybe there is *, do you still want to hang out in the entertainment industry?!"

Seven years of earnestness, but in exchange for Bu Luoxi's snort.

"Seven years, I told you... I can't survive if I leave this industry..." He sneered: "Even if I leave, I will still be rich in the world, in the entertainment industry? I want, Everything can be mine..." After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and forcefully pushed Seven Years aside, and left.After being helpless for seven years, he had no choice but to go back to the company first and ask for help.

But Bu Luoxi didn't go back to Bayan, but went home directly.

However, as soon as he pushed the door open, the anxious air rushing towards his face made him involuntarily, and his heart tightened.

He rushed into the house quickly, regardless of the miasma.

The curtains were all drawn, and the room was a little dark, but it was still possible to see clearly that the source of such a large amount of smoke was coming from the opposite kitchen.He covered his mouth and nose and coughed while running over, and he saw Gu Xiaoyu holding a spatula with a calm face as if he was frying something.

"Hello!" He rushed forward to turn off the gas, and pulled him into the living room. "What the hell are you doing? Take a look at what a good kitchen and a good set of kitchen utensils have been made by you!"

"I just eat what's that called..." He scratched his hair: "Yes, instant noodles! That made my stomach churn..."

Bu Luoxi raised his forehead. "You should have eaten more than instant noodles..." He squinted at the packaging bag in the trash can on his heels: "Bacon, beef, lamb... these things that haven't been cooked yet , you ate it all... What on earth are you, these, you can actually eat..." Bo Luoxi smiled wryly: "I can't imagine..." He stared at him Roar: "You ate it all!"

"Yeah, I ate them all, I felt uncomfortable, so I wanted to cook something, but I've never seen those things, so I'm not familiar with them..."

"Forget it..." He sat down on the sofa helplessly and closed his eyes. "In short, don't mess with me anymore, let me rest for a while..."

"Didn't you just go out, why are you going to rest now...?" Gu Xiaoyu sat down next to him, and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's a long story..." He was weak.

"To cut a long story short..." he replied.He sighed, helpless, so he had no choice but to tell Gu Xiaoyu about the kiss he had just had with the fans.Although he knew that it was useless to tell this person, it was still a good choice to have no one to talk to when he was depressed.

Who knows, when he heard this, he was furious.

"No! How can you let others get involved...!" He said with righteous words on his face.

"So..." He was confused.

"So it's the right choice for you to refuse..."

Hearing this, he straightened his back, pulled himself together, looked him straight in the eyes, and frowned slightly.

"I said, you don't really like men, do you? Who are you? Why can't you know anything... You can't really be crazy... God... .look what stupid things I've done..."

"It's true that I like men, but I'm definitely not sick. As for who I am, if I say that I'm a half-ghost, half-demon monster, would you believe me..." He joked.

"Of course I don't believe it... because it's ridiculous..."

"Since you don't believe me, why bother to ask..."

When he said this, he just sneered helplessly, then turned around and went to the kitchen to tidy up, while he was sitting in the living room alone, watching TV.