Chapter 3: Two generations of "male gods" face each other

The national service is the first wild player and the most popular player.
A face is comparable to a popular superstar, and many investors are looking for him to shoot advertisements.
Helpless, the godhead is too high, the family background is too deep, so that some media dare not report rashly.
Of course, the other party didn't know her.
From person to person, Mo Bei has not moved.
Wang Dongdong has stretched out his hand and pressed it on his forehead, and it's over, whether it's him or the non-mainstream, it's over!
He is very skeptical now, is it because of his non-mainstream routine, knowing that k will be here today, he will choose to return at this point!
The more you think, the more possible!
Wang Dongdong wants to cry!
After all, everyone is not blind, even if the non-mainstream dyes their hair, that face has not changed.
Sure enough, after seeing Mo Bei's appearance, the assistant of the other party broke out directly: "You, you, you again! You really did not change your heart, last time you mingled into the backstage, this time as a fan! How many times have I said that? Now, stay away from us! Do n’t understand! "
He really didn't expect that men were so scary!
This Mo Nan is famous in the circle for his enthusiastic popularity.
The last thing has made people unhappy, how dare he come!
On this side, Mo Bei frowned: "Pretend to be a fan?"
"I depend, you want to deny, look at what you have in your hands!" The assistant is going crazy, and you should know that these young men are the ones that the master hates most.
Mo Bei bowed her head and looked at the assistant's eyes. The poster was still on her suitcase. This was a perfect misunderstanding: "I can explain."
"I don't want to listen." The man opened his mouth, his eyes were lazily like a morning mist that hadn't disappeared, and he could hear the impatience in that voice through a black mask, probably because of a cold and emotions. Uncontrollable, a little suffocated: "Let go, then roll away."
roll?
After hearing the word.
Mo Bei tilted his head, smiled slowly, then raised his hand, and the poster was thrown into a black barrel aside in a straight direction.
Simply and neatly!
Then she put her hands in her trousers pocket and tilted her head casually: "I really don't need to listen, after all, I just picked up the trash and lost it."
The four eyes are opposite.
The aura that the two collided with did not make any difference? !!
Suddenly.
Both his assistant and Wang Dongdong's mouth widened and his eyes were shaking.
He, what did they just see?
This bent man (home non-mainstream) even dropped the poster of k into the trash can? !!
Plus his words, it was like dropping a bomb on the ground.
But the person who threw the bomb was like nothing, holding the suitcase in his hands, carelessly: "Dongdong, go."
"Oh, oh, yes!" Wang Dongdong kept up with her soul, always feeling that the world was a bit unreal.
On the other side, the assistant has become mad: "This bent man, who he thinks he is, I wanted you to sing on you ..."
"Enough." The man's nasal voice was still a little heavy, but his voice was weak. He walked straight towards the other side. His legs were long like a walking hanger, even in a noisy environment. It's hard to hide a glorious light.
The elevators merged, he didn't talk anymore, but raised his eyes, and his deep eyes looked at the direction where Mo Bei left, and raised his brows slightly ...
The assistant knew that his was in a bad mood.
Do not dare to continue.
It ’s just that Mo Nan, the means is really getting higher and higher, what was it just now, is it indulgent?