Murong Bing became angry when he heard this: "You are not allowed to slander my idol."
"Your idol, the object of vomiting," Brother Zha said with a smile. Seeing Murong Bing's eyebrows gradually rising, he immediately changed his words: "I also think her singing voice is beautiful and beautiful," he added in his mind, North End of Thirteenth Street Listen to it eight times for a penny.
An Bingyu left the stage after singing, and then Han Baicheng appeared. Han Baicheng was handsome and elegant. As soon as he came on the stage, the women crowded forward crazily.
"Oh, my little sweetheart," a lady's eyes flashed with desire.
"Oh oh oh, my little baby," another lady threw her scarf to the stage.
"Oh, let me strangle you," Brother Zha threw an apple up, almost hitting Han Baicheng's head.
Han Baicheng was so frightened by the greasy voices that he broke into cold sweat on his back. These middle-aged aunts, you are too hungry.
After performing the same song, Han Baicheng hurriedly left the stage, not even waiting for fans to ask for autographs.
"Ah, sweetheart, you haven't signed an autograph for me yet. Damn, who's legs tripped me up?" The middle-aged lady felt anxious when she saw Han Baicheng retreating from the stage. She pushed forward with all her strength, but there were so many people and legs. There were a lot of them, so it was inevitable that they would bump into each other when they were crowded together. At this moment, someone stretched out their legs and tripped her. The middle-aged lady stumbled and fell to the ground. A dog ate shit, and then she started yelling and cursing, just like in the countryside. She is like a shrew, but there is no trace of aristocratic temperament at all.
"Brother Fei, go and ask me for Han Baicheng's signature again," Murong Bing handed the scarf to Brother Zha again: "Sign it here too, so that Han Baicheng's and An Bingyu's names can be together."
Brother Zha slapped his forehead and was speechless. What kind of mentality does it have to chase stars to this extent? He suddenly remembered that a woman in a certain year and month was willing to sell her kidneys to chase stars. I somewhat understand the psychology of these people. They don’t even look at other celebrities. Isn't it unhealthy if someone who is trying to ignore you keeps shouting "I love you"?
"Bingbing, his signature is not as beautiful as mine. I will sign it for you, and I guarantee it will be better than all the calligraphers the king has come here to do," Brother Zha said, holding the gauze scarf.
"Bah, you're not a star, hurry up, or you just don't care about me," Murong Bing became more and more coquettish. Brother Zha couldn't adapt when he saw Murong Bing changing so much. This was still the same person when they first met. The girl who talks coldly to me?
"Are you going or not?" Murong Bing's eyes turned red again.
"I'll go," he said in a long tone on purpose, and Brother Zha reluctantly walked backstage with the gauze scarf.
The backstage was in a private room next to the lobby. There were two bodyguards standing guard at the door. When they saw Brother Zha poking his head, he immediately suspected that he was a villain with malicious intentions: "Stop, what are you doing? This is the backstage and no entry is allowed."
"Oh, haha, I heard that Han Baicheng is in there. I am his long-lost cousin and I want to meet him." Brother Zha took out the photos of his childhood from his pocket and said, "Look, I still have his childhood photos. photo,"
The bodyguard looked down and saw in the photo a child whose clothes were full of snot, with open shoes on his feet, and a dirty face. He couldn't help but get angry: "Nonsense, how could Han Baicheng look like this? You must have bad intentions and want to go backstage." "What are you doing? Go away. You are not allowed to go in here."
Another bodyguard quietly said to the angry bodyguard: "I think we shouldn't be too reckless. What if he is really Han Baicheng's cousin? You have to know that the people who can come here to attend the banquet are not ordinary people. Look at him. He looks like Han Baicheng is somewhat similar, and what he looked like when he was a child is very different from what he looks like now. Have you ever seen what Han Baicheng looked like when he was a child?"
The angry bodyguard calmed down and thought that what he said made sense, and said, "I've never seen it before, but Han Baicheng wouldn't be like this when he was a child."
The bodyguard next to him said: "I heard that Han Baicheng's family was poor when he was a child. Maybe it was at that time. Just let him in, but we should be careful. If he dares to cause trouble, we will throw him out."
"Okay, I think he looks a bit like Han Baicheng," the angry bodyguard smiled at Brother Zha and said, "Oh, I offended you just now. Now take a closer look, you and Han Baicheng really look similar. , come in quickly, he will be very happy to know that his cousin is here,"
Brother Zha looked around at himself and thought that I looked similar to Han Baicheng. He blinked speechlessly and walked in with the gauze scarf.
In fact, the two of them only have some similarities. They have the same sword-shaped eyebrows and handsome eyes, the same black suits, and even the same hair slicked back. If Brother Zha had changed his appearance, the two security guards would have driven him away.
The box at the backstage was not very big, and there were many people inside. They were busy and walking around. Brother Zha quickly glanced around and found Han Baicheng sitting in front of a dressing table.
Several people looked up at Brother Zha's entry, but then continued to do their own business. Those who could come in were naturally checked by the bodyguards, so they didn't think much about it.
An Bingyu was also touching up her makeup at this time, but Brother Zha walked by and didn't move his eyes. He even automatically filtered her out of his eyes. He was only for Han Baicheng. Holding the scarf to ask for an autograph was his purpose. He just wanted to let Han Baicheng get there quickly. After signing my name and leaving here, the strong smell of cosmetics in the air was really unpleasant.
An Bingyu saw a stranger come in and saw him walking towards Han Baicheng, so he stopped applying makeup and looked over there.
Brother Zha walked behind Han Baicheng and suddenly noticed that Han Baicheng looked lonely and his eyes were melancholy. He was not as bright as when he was on the stage just now. He stopped thinking about it and took out the gauze scarf and stretched it out to Han Baicheng: "Sign your name for me. "
The tone was like an order, like a leader instructing his subordinates. Normally, Han Baicheng would have pushed away his scarf and turned away, but today Chengzi was depressed and lost his mind. He mechanically took the scarf and wrote on it. Name: "Okay,"
Brother Zha picked up the gauze scarf and was suddenly stunned: "Why did you sign it in An Bingyu's name?"
Suddenly, Han Baicheng seemed to have been struck by lightning. He stood up and covered Brother Zha's mouth: "Shut up."
Brother Zha whined and pushed Han Baicheng's hand away: "What are you doing?" He rolled his eyes and suddenly understood. He smiled and said: "You have a crush on An Bingyu, but An Bingyu doesn't seem to be interested in you. After a long time, the pain of lovesickness It's getting thicker and thicker. It's a pity that the beautiful woman is by your side but doesn't know about your love. You are in a bad mood, depressed and depressed, so you were thinking about An Bingyu just now, so what you wrote in your mind was her name."
The situation of secret love is ever-changing. Brother Zha was actually 90% right after he said it. Poor Han Baicheng, although he is a prodigal in love on TV and a girl idol in movies, in reality he is an emotional idiot who has never been in love. Listen to Zha. Brother couldn't help but said excitedly: "How do you know? You are so awesome. You guessed what I was thinking just by writing An Bingyu's name."
The despicable Brother Zha was admired by others and started telling his lies: "Actually, I have a nickname called Love Saint. I know love well. Chasing girls is as easy as drinking cold water."
Han Baicheng showed excited eyes, grabbed Long Chenfei's hand and said: "Really, can you teach me some skills on picking up girls? You know, I have been secretly in love with her for a long time. It is really painful, but I have never dared to confess. , I’m afraid that I will keep her away from me from now on, which will make me suffer even more,”
Brother Zha laughed loudly and patted Han Baicheng on the shoulder: "But you have to give me your autograph first." The scarf was thrown to Chengzai again, and Brother Zha said: "Write your name, my nineteenth wife is waiting for you. I want your signature,"
Damn it, the nineteenth wife is indeed the Saint of Love. Han Baicheng hurriedly wrote his name on the gauze that Brother Zha brought, and then grabbed Brother Zha’s lapel: "Sage of Love, hurry up and teach me the skills to pick up girls. Bar,"
Brother Zha glanced sideways at An Bingyu, who was looking at the two of them, and said, "It's not possible now. Didn't you see An Bingyu looking at us? However, I can show you the grace of a love saint,"
Han Baicheng said hurriedly: "Really? Let's start quickly. Ah, you don't want to show An Bingyu, do you?" Han Baicheng was startled when he saw Brother Zha walking towards An Bingyu.
Brother Zha turned around and smiled at the idiot Chengzi, then turned to look at An Bingyu and said: "Hello, Miss An Bingyu, I am Hao Jian, the general manager of Feiteng Entertainment Company,"
The boss arrived, and An Bingyu stood up quickly: "Mr. Hao,"
"Keep your voice down, don't let others hear. There are a lot of reporters outside," Brother Zha pointed to the door and said, "Miss An Bingyu, the company has just opened and is preparing to create a movie and a MV tailored for you. This opens the company's market. When I checked the phone number just now, I found that your number was wrong. I happened to be passing by and came over to ask you personally what your phone number is."
An Bingyu said in surprise: "Sister Hong, did you make a mistake? It's true," she said apologetically: "I'm so sorry, please come and go in person. My number is 18812345678,"
"Well, the company will soon create a movie and a MV tailored for you and Han Baicheng. Get ready. Coming to Feiteng will be your most correct choice," Brother Zha nodded to An Bingyu, and then replied He walked to Han Baicheng and said, "I've already asked for her phone number, 18812345678."
Han Baicheng was extremely shocked. He grabbed Brother Zha's arm with both hands and asked excitedly: "Love Saint, you are really Love Saint. What did you say just now? How could she stand up when she saw you and give you the phone?"
Brother Zha continued to fool Cheng Zai: "Oh, that's it. I just went over and said, 'Hi, beauty, stand up and let me take a look at your body. Well, not bad. Give me your phone number. How about we have dinner together tonight?' Then She gave me her phone number,"
"How dare you blaspheme my goddess," Han Baicheng grabbed Brother Zha's collar and said.
Brother Zha pushed him away: "If you have this attitude, I don't think you will ever want to become a lover."
Han Baicheng apologized hurriedly: "I'm sorry, can you accept me as your disciple?"
"Well, seeing how deeply in love you are, come to Jiangzhe University to find me tomorrow. If you can find me on the campus of Jiangzhe University, it proves that you are smart enough and persistent enough, so that I can accept you as my disciple. Okay, I will also If something happens, I wish you success," Brother Zha said seriously, then turned around and laughed silently, what kind of star, idiot?