Upstairs in the dressing room.
Gong Xu leaned back in the wide, comfortable seat, one leg crossed over the other, his phone in his hand, crackling with games as a group of hair stylists, make-up artists and stylists surrounded him next to him.
Next to him were two small a*sistants, one of whom was holding a huge coconut in his hand, standing attentively and carefully by the side. When Gong Xu had a gap after playing a game, he carefully handed the coconut over and fed him a sip.
The other stood a few paces away, clicking and snapping pictures of him non-stop.
“Brother Xu, the shot is done, are these okay for you?” The a*sistant nervously walked over with the camera and asked for instructions.
Gong Xu took a brief glance and looked disgusted, “Tch, they don’t capture a millionth of the handsomeness of the young master!”
The little a*sistant hastily patted his a*s, “No way, Brother Xu, you have 365 degrees and no dead angle, you are handsome no matter how you shoot!”
Gong Xu didn’t feel any more about this kind of unintentional praise, and impatiently clicked a few pictures, “This one, this one, and this one, send them to my phone, I want to tweet them to ……”
“Yes, right away!”
“And don’t forget to get rid of the pimple on my forehead!”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
After the photo was done, Gong Xu clutched his phone and sent out a Weibo post with a sad face.
First, he paired it with a picture of himself, and then sourly poked a line: [The day after I met you, I still haven’t heard from you, little candied fruit, where should I look for you in a sea of people~]
The little a*sistant next to him stretched out his head and watched as Gong Xu posted that tweet, and his face suddenly turned black.
Their artist is back to his tricks, his heart is so tired ……
“F*ck! Lighten up! Do you know how valuable a piece of my little master’s hair is?”
“Sorry sorry sorry!” The hair stylist apologized repeatedly.
Recently, Gong Xu’s mood was extraordinarily grumpy and harder to serve, so they people could only follow the bad luck ……
The room was coaxing the little ancestor with trepidation when suddenly there was a loud “bang” at the door and the door was kicked open from outside.
A young man stood in the doorway with a leisurely expression, and after lazily sweeping the room, his gaze fell on Gong Xu with a smirk.
Gong Xu stared at the man who dared to kick the door of his dressing room, his gaze slightly frowned, “Who are you?”
The small a*sistant beside Gong Xu took a look at the person who came and hurriedly whispered in Gong Xu’s ear, “Brother Xu, he is the one I told you about before, Ye Bai …… This kid is afraid that he knows you stole Luo Chen’s role and is looking for trouble!”
“He is Ye Bai ……,” Gong Xu raised his eyebrows.
After locking in on the target, Ye ÒÒ said nothing, hooked the corners of his mouth and walked step by step in the direction of Gong Xu, then, one foot stepped on Gong Xu’s chair.
A powerful sense of oppression came over him, and Gong Xu instantly shrank back subconsciously, shouting, “Hey hey hey, what do you want? Rebellion!”
“Ye Bai! What do you want!” The two young a*sistants also became anxious and shouted towards the outer room while scolding in a stern voice, “Security! Where’s the security guard!”
Ye Wanwan casually opened a photo on her phone, put it in front of Gong Xu, and gave it to her. He glanced.
The moment Gong Xu, who was yelling, saw the photo, his eyes went straight.
Crap!
Isn’t this …… his little preserves!!!
Why would this kid have a picture of his little preserves?
