Chapter 687: Sister Nian, you've lost your horse
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Qiao Nian Ye Wang Chuan
At the same time, a recording studio in Beijing.
The stylist is drying the hair of the man.
Jiang Li had half of his legs resting on the table, and the broken hair on his forehead was dyed in colorful colors. He didn't pay much attention to it, he was playing games with his mobile phone.
Qin Si formed a team, besides him, Zhang Yang and a few good friends who usually play together.
The game is in full swing.
Four of them died in a group of five, and he was the only one left to enter the finals.
Jiang Li was biting his toothpick, looking foolish, with peach blossom eyes eager to stick to the phone, and the movements of his hands became more and more intense.
With a blunt voice: "Damn!"
The character he operated was ambushed and shot in the head.
Their squad was officially wiped out.
Jiang Li shook his head depressedly, just about to send a message to ask Qin Si if they are still coming.
Then I heard the assistant who was playing with the mobile phone whispered in doubt: "Hey, the person in this video looks like Brother Li's younger sister, please see if it is Brother Li's younger sister."
The assistant handed the phone to the manager beside him.
The agent looked surprised and said: "It seems to be Brother Li's sister. I have seen pictures of his sister. How can I say the temperament of Brother Li's sister... It is difficult to imitate. The person in this video should be her. Where can you find it?" of?"
The assistant replied weakly: "Hot search."
broker:"???"
Hot search?
How could Brother Li's sister be on the trending searches?
The manager was still in astonishment, Jiang Li heard the conversation between the two, turned his head, and stretched out his hand: "What video, let me see."
He thought the two of them were talking about Jiang Xianrou.
So I didn't pay much attention.
Who knew that the assistant obediently handed him the phone, and thoughtfully dug out the trending video for him, Jiang Li put his legs on the table down instantly, sat up straight, stared at the black sweater in the video with wide eyes A girl sitting there plucking the strings of a harp.
"Fuck! Niannian?"
His voice was quite loud, which frightened the manager. The manager hurriedly apologized to the gaze from the side, and explained with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm playing a game, I'm playing a game."
While turning around, with a splitting headache, he said to the man who didn't care about his image at all: "My young master, I know that you entered the entertainment industry purely for fun. But you are top-notch anyway, so pay attention to your image outside, okay? In case someone gets caught..."
In the past, when he said that, Jiang Li would usually reply him indifferently: If you can take pictures, you can take pictures. I'm selling music, not face.
This time he was surprisingly quiet, staring at the video on the phone without blinking, from beginning to end, unwilling to reconcile, he pulled the progress bar back and watched it again.
After watching it, he pursed his thin lips into a line, and then quit the video to see what the little assistant was talking about.
Above the topic square hangs the words #尼老关门者箜篌地方#.
Old Nie's closed disciple? ?
Jiang Li's cheek twitched violently.
But what he cares about is not this thing, but another point that makes him care...
"Help me get it."
He returned the phone to the assistant, quickly picked up his phone, quit the game, even ignored the game invitation sent by Qin Si, and found the previously saved video in the album.
He turned on the video and put the two phones together. He covered the face of Qiao Nian playing the harp on the assistant's phone with his hand, raised his head, and asked the two of them expressionlessly, "Do you like it?"
On one mobile phone was the vcr recorded by Chasing Light in an interview with the Beijing TV station, and on the other mobile phone was Qiao Nian sitting there carelessly playing with the harp.
The stylist is drying the hair of the man.
Jiang Li had half of his legs resting on the table, and the broken hair on his forehead was dyed in colorful colors. He didn't pay much attention to it, he was playing games with his mobile phone.
Qin Si formed a team, besides him, Zhang Yang and a few good friends who usually play together.
The game is in full swing.
Four of them died in a group of five, and he was the only one left to enter the finals.
Jiang Li was biting his toothpick, looking foolish, with peach blossom eyes eager to stick to the phone, and the movements of his hands became more and more intense.
With a blunt voice: "Damn!"
The character he operated was ambushed and shot in the head.
Their squad was officially wiped out.
Jiang Li shook his head depressedly, just about to send a message to ask Qin Si if they are still coming.
Then I heard the assistant who was playing with the mobile phone whispered in doubt: "Hey, the person in this video looks like Brother Li's younger sister, please see if it is Brother Li's younger sister."
The assistant handed the phone to the manager beside him.
The agent looked surprised and said: "It seems to be Brother Li's sister. I have seen pictures of his sister. How can I say the temperament of Brother Li's sister... It is difficult to imitate. The person in this video should be her. Where can you find it?" of?"
The assistant replied weakly: "Hot search."
broker:"???"
Hot search?
How could Brother Li's sister be on the trending searches?
The manager was still in astonishment, Jiang Li heard the conversation between the two, turned his head, and stretched out his hand: "What video, let me see."
He thought the two of them were talking about Jiang Xianrou.
So I didn't pay much attention.
Who knew that the assistant obediently handed him the phone, and thoughtfully dug out the trending video for him, Jiang Li put his legs on the table down instantly, sat up straight, stared at the black sweater in the video with wide eyes A girl sitting there plucking the strings of a harp.
"Fuck! Niannian?"
His voice was quite loud, which frightened the manager. The manager hurriedly apologized to the gaze from the side, and explained with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm playing a game, I'm playing a game."
While turning around, with a splitting headache, he said to the man who didn't care about his image at all: "My young master, I know that you entered the entertainment industry purely for fun. But you are top-notch anyway, so pay attention to your image outside, okay? In case someone gets caught..."
In the past, when he said that, Jiang Li would usually reply him indifferently: If you can take pictures, you can take pictures. I'm selling music, not face.
This time he was surprisingly quiet, staring at the video on the phone without blinking, from beginning to end, unwilling to reconcile, he pulled the progress bar back and watched it again.
After watching it, he pursed his thin lips into a line, and then quit the video to see what the little assistant was talking about.
Above the topic square hangs the words #尼老关门者箜篌地方#.
Old Nie's closed disciple? ?
Jiang Li's cheek twitched violently.
But what he cares about is not this thing, but another point that makes him care...
"Help me get it."
He returned the phone to the assistant, quickly picked up his phone, quit the game, even ignored the game invitation sent by Qin Si, and found the previously saved video in the album.
He turned on the video and put the two phones together. He covered the face of Qiao Nian playing the harp on the assistant's phone with his hand, raised his head, and asked the two of them expressionlessly, "Do you like it?"
On one mobile phone was the vcr recorded by Chasing Light in an interview with the Beijing TV station, and on the other mobile phone was Qiao Nian sitting there carelessly playing with the harp.
