What's wrong with me promoting my girlfriend as a diva?

The word "you" made Qiao Sheng's heart skip a beat. He felt that the little deer that entered his heart was hitting the wall of his heart crazily. Before he could speak, Roasted Sweet Potato was already laughing. Judging from Qiao Sheng's previous experience of being fooled by Roasted Sweet Potato, it was very likely that he was fooled again. But at this moment, for some reason, Qiao Sheng especially hoped that Roasted Sweet Potato was not fooling him. The two usually joked a lot, regardless of whether they were vegetarian or not, but this time, Qiao Sheng felt something different from the silence before Roasted Sweet Potato said "you". It was a kind of ambiguous atmosphere, which exuded a strong fragrance in this cool night in October. The two were silent again.

In the silence of the night, the two could hear each other's heartbeats deafening.

The atmosphere had already reached this point, and Qiao Sheng mustered up the courage to ask: "Do you want to meet?"

"Sure." Kao Baishu agreed without hesitation.

"Aren't you afraid that I will trick you here and then sell you to northern Myanmar?"

"Hehe, Shanghai is my base camp, and I will sell you if I have to." Kao Baishu sneered at Qiao Sheng's words.

"I will go back in about half a month, and I will send it to you then."

"Okay, it's a deal."

Qiao Sheng thought his tone was calm, but Kao Baishu still heard the impatience in it.

"You seem to be looking forward to it?"

"Uh, you heard all this?"

Kao Baishu chuckled twice and said in a low voice: "What if I am an ugly freak, will you still look forward to it?"

"If you are an ugly freak, you must be an ugly freak with a unique ugliness. I have never seen such a person in my life, so I am even more looking forward to it."

"Go to hell, Qiaosheng!"

The two laughed and joked for a while, and finally Kao Baishu fell asleep without hanging up the phone because the alcohol had passed and he was sleepy.

Qiaosheng did not hang up the phone, but plugged in the charging cable and put it on the bedside, and fell asleep in an inexplicable mood.

The next morning, Qiaosheng was awakened by Kao Baishu's scream.

"Why didn't you hang up the phone!"

"Didn't you hang up too?"

"This seems very strange."

Qiaosheng heard the quilt rustling on the opposite side, and then the sound of slippers tapping on the ground.

"Why is it strange? Are you afraid that I will hear your snoring?"

"I don't snore!"

"Well, actually I saw that you were drinking and I was a little worried, so I didn't hang up the phone."

"Hey, this is even more strange."

"I'm going to go, I'm going to wash up and go to work."

"Bye."

Kao Baishu said goodbye to him with a toothbrush in his mouth, and the vague voice made people imagine.

After spending time together last night and leaving an appointment to meet, both of them felt that they were about to break some kind of window paper.

It would be a lie to say that I was not nervous when talking again. Kao Baishu didn't find the loophole in Qiao Sheng's words.

Today is the second day of the National Day holiday. What kind of class is he going to!

The two had a video call before. Kao Baishu knew what Qiao Sheng was like. In the subsequent interview, Kao Baishu also recognized him directly.

However, from the beginning to the end, Qiao Sheng had no idea what the baked sweet potato looked like. He had only seen a face covered by a tiger mask and a glimpse of slender legs.

Such a girl, no matter how ugly she is, should not be too ugly.

The excitement of unveiling the mystery of the baked sweet potato made Qiao Sheng look forward to this meeting.

When he went out, he ran into Du Ziteng and his daughter. Taking advantage of the holiday, Du Ziteng planned to take Du Fei to a place he had never played before.

Looking at the braids on both sides of Du Fei's head, Qiao Sheng couldn't help but reach out and shake them a few times.

After joining Snowball, Du Ziteng had more time to accompany Du Fei. The time and financial abundance made little Du Fei's face always full of smiles.

Du Ziteng's songs are still on the charts, and as time goes by, his data is rising all the way.

On the annual list, the name Adu is making a push towards the top ten.

Recently, some mediocre variety shows have invited Du Ziteng to participate in the recording. Du Ziteng was worried about Du Fei and refused all of them.

Qiao Sheng has never had a child, but it does not affect his feeling that Du Ziteng is a good father.

Little Du Fei can be regarded as a blessing in disguise. He was abandoned by his cruel biological parents, but met Du Ziteng who loves children more than many parents.

Qiao Sheng sometimes envy, but when he thinks of Qin Ma, he

I will be relieved soon.

Humph, Xiao Feifei, you have Adu, and I also have Qin Mama.

After saying goodbye to Du Ziteng and his daughter, Qiao Sheng went straight to the welfare home. When he arrived, it was already noon.

Seeing Qiao Sheng appear, the younger brothers and sisters who were eating in the cafeteria cheered.

"Brother, you are here."

A simple and honest voice came from behind him. Qiao Sheng turned around and saw Qiao Rong coming in from the door.

Qiao Rong was only about 1.7 meters tall, with a square face. He looked simple and honest, and his smile was even more simple.

At this time, he was holding a large rice bowl, and he had eaten half of the food in it.

"Good guy, you eat so much now?" Qiao Sheng was very surprised, "Don't your crew and company give you boxed lunches?"

Qiao Rong originally worked at the Hengcheng Film and Television Base and was an ordinary water and electricity worker.

Later, when he was working for the crew, a group actor was temporarily injured, and Qiao Rong was pulled over by the director to take the blame.

As a result, his silly temperament just fits the character of the supporting role.

Seeing that the filming went smoothly, the director said to him, you can eat the bowl of actor's rice.

The director's unintentional words made Qiao Rong remember this matter in his heart.

In his spare time, he began to observe the performances of the actors in the crew and bought a lot of related books to read.

With his hard work, he gradually became a bit like an actor.

He began to appear frequently in major crews, all of which were supporting roles, but occasionally he could get a few lines.

This National Day happened to have no work, so he simply went back to Shanghai to have a look.

When Qiao Sheng asked this, Qiao Rong answered honestly: "The crew gave me lunch boxes, but I worshipped a teacher to learn kung fu half a year ago. I don't know why, my appetite has become so big."

Qiao Sheng was surprised that Qiao Rong had only practiced for half a year and his appetite was so big. If it were in ancient times, ordinary people would not be able to practice martial arts if they ate like this every meal.

No wonder they say that the poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts.

Fortunately, the motherland is now prosperous and the prices of daily necessities are not high, otherwise Qiao Rong's monthly salary would probably not be enough for him to eat.

Qiao Sheng knew that there was no inner force in this world, but when he heard Qiao Rong say that he was practicing martial arts with his master, he immediately became interested.

What if there really is?

Under his questioning, Qiao Rong told him everything about his apprenticeship.

Qiao Rong's master is Meng Deguang. He is not a hermit, but an ordinary old man living in Hengcheng Film and Television City.

Once, the wires in Meng Deguang's home were aging, causing the whole building to lose power. Qiao Rong came to replace them.

When the two met for the first time, Meng Deguang liked Qiao Rong's silly look very much. In his words, this is called eye contact.

For men and women, it is also called love at first sight.

Knowing that Qiao Rong was working and playing a minor role, Meng Deguang asked him if he was interested in practicing martial arts with him, so that he would have a wider range of acting in the future.

Qiao Rong agreed without saying a word.