The sour of yogurt is the number one idiot on the official website, and he has to brush hundreds of messages every day, saying that he wrote the word "yogurt" on the inflatable doll, and he hugged the doll as an ange to sleep......

Disgusting old man.

If it hadn't been for someone who checked the IP address and found out that the other party was an old man in his seventies, he would have let people get rid of the other party.

The old man who stepped into the coffin with half a foot still pretending to be a teenager on the Internet, he didn't even have a rag doll at home, and he said what inflatable doll to buy on the Internet...... Sick!

"Huh? You say again? An Ge stood at the door and poked his head out and looked at him smartly, "President Quanda really pays attention to my official website all the time." ”

"I didn't!"

Quan Mo refused to admit it, his face was indifferent.

"Say, are you still registered, and what is your ID name?" An Ge asked with a smile.

"I didn't!"

"The sour of yogurt can't be your ID name, right?" An Ge continued to ask, spying on the military, Quan Mo must be secretly hiding in her fan base.

"I wouldn't have such a disgusting name." Quan Mo snorted coldly, glared at her after washing, "Don't you leave yet, don't you want to record?" ”

"And what's your name?"

An Ge was very curious.

"Nope!"

"Say it, talk about it." Ange glued on.

Quan Mo directly grabbed her back collar and carried her away, his face cold.

Do you want him to name his ID? Dream on.

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Sunny day.

The bodyguards' car was parked far away, and Quan Mo personally drove An Ge to the recording studio, and An Ge saw Producer He coming out from inside as soon as he got out of the car.

"It's good that you're here, it's a publicity campaign right away, and the film lacks a monologue, so it has to be recorded immediately."

Producer He said.

"Okay, I'll record it right away." An Ge smiled, and was about to walk in when he saw Supervisor He, who was dressed in a black OL suit, standing in place, as if he had been pointed, looking behind her.

An Ge glanced back at her gaze.

I saw Quan Mo walking down from the sports car, his long figure was full of aura, cold, but elegant and extravagant, he was wearing a pair of sunglasses and a slightly exaggerated mask, covering his face so that he couldn't see it,......

"What is the producer? What is the producer? An Ge raised his head and shook it in front of Producer He.

"Huh?" Producer He was like having lost his soul, so he came back to his senses, but his eyes were glued to Quan Mo and he couldn't take it back, so he grabbed An Ge's arm and asked, "This, who is this?" ”

"My driver."

An Ge said casually, and immediately felt a fierce cold on her back, even through her sunglasses, she took Quan Mo's eye knife correctly, and slashed her all over her body......

"Your driver is so handsome?" Producer He looked Quan Mo up and down, as if he had dug up a treasure, his eyes lit up, "Hey, Miss An, I pulled him into the company and signed him as an idol artist, don't you object?" ”

Be an artist?

Kwon Mo?!

An Ge looked at her in shock, then at the heavily armed Quan Mo, and couldn't help asking, "If you can't even see his face clearly, you say that he is handsome, and you want to pull him to be an idol artist?" ”

Producer He wants to pull people to make his debut, so he wants to go crazy.

"Please, just this body and this aura...... If you look like Uncle Motoyama, you can also take the idol route! Absolutely red! "Producer He's eyes can't burn anymore when he looks at Quan Mo.

Uncle Benshan?

Quan Mo?

An Ge moved Uncle Benshan's face to the face of Quan Mo, who was nearly one meter and nine tall, and suddenly felt a chill.