Male God is Chasing My Brother

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The purchase ratio is less than 60%. The hot phone is held in the palm of your hand, and the smooth screen is stained with sweat from the cheek. An Xumo hastily cleaned the screen with tissue paper, got up and went into the bathroom to wash his face.

The clear water drops slowly flowed along the delicate contours, and the white and fair complexion became more transparent after being soaked in water. An Xu Mo did not have the habit of makeup when he practiced on a weekday. His own conditions were excellent. The whole person also showed a youthful unique sense of clarity. Although it was not the same as Zhou Jingshen's temperament, no doubt, the two Unconsciously exudes extreme attraction to others.

But when An Xumo looked up at himself in the mirror, it was difficult to develop a little confidence and peace of mind.

Originally thinking that he would have to change back to his dance clothes in the afternoon, he just put on a pure white pullover T-shirt and black shorts. This dress looks shabby even in the original high school, let alone to see his brother.

An Xumo, while editing the information to ask Tang Tang for leave, biting his tongue and thinking about the time when they didn't see each other. As soon as he was anxious, he liked to bite the tip of his tongue, which was originally the method he used to stop hunger. In fact, An Xumo doesn't need to think about it, he counts the accumulated date every day-the last time he and Zhou Jinshen met was one year ago, 370 days passed, and this date can finally be reset to zero. Start again from the beginning.

Tang Tang called directly and An Xumo's tongue was a little numb. He tried his best not to say: "I'm sorry, there is something very important at home. I'll make up for it when I return."

Fortunately, he met a new agent today, and the course has not yet been determined. Tang Tang sighed after telling him a few words, An Xumo didn't dare to delay any longer, he pulled his T-shirt hem, and hurriedly left the company.

The black Bentley stopped at the bank door, and An Xumo glanced at it, and realized that it was the car at home. He hurried over, and the middle-aged man with his back on his back pulled the door open, An Xumo whispered, trying to calm his rapid breathing, before bending over and sitting in the back row.

The front row is the driver and housekeeper, and the back seat is naturally the man who counted to 370. The interior of the car is spacious and elegant, and there is a sound barrier between the front and rear rows. An Xumo was not afraid of her rude voice, and could only try to suppress the rapid breathing.

But the other person's first sentence easily broke his disguised calmness.

"Why not go to school?"

An Xumo was caught off guard by a word of a man before he thought about whether he would sign a contract with Jindian. Zhou Jinshen turned the tablet in his hand, and the cold screen light penetrated into An Xumo's eyes.

That was his contract with Jindian.

Zhou Jinshen found that it was not just the contract. With his long finger, An Xumo saw several thumbnails of his data. His performance videos, range analysis, and course tables are all on it.

Appearance did provide a lot of help to Zhou Jinshen's career, but he was able to obtain excellent resources as soon as he debuted, but it was because of the investment that the Zhou family invested in Jindian Group.

In just a few minutes, Zhou Jinshen got all the information of An Xumo.

The picture was finalized, and the magnified was a solemn and happy admission notice. The school badge of the top university is hanging on the top, and the next line begins with An Xumo's name.

The man's voice is still low-key and moving, although there are only two words: "Explain."

An Xumo pinched the seam of his pants with a little ambiguity in his voice: "I want to ... be a star."

Zhou Jinshen's voice could not hear the emotion: "Why not tell the family?"

An Xumo whispered: "It doesn't bother them ..."

Before he finished speaking, the tablet was "popped" between the two people.

An Xumo looked down, showing all his expenses this month. Training, room and board, clothing ... and energy drinks.

The total number of zero-zero totals, except for the mandatory ones, is the worst level among the choices provided, which adds up to less than three thousand.

Three thousand may cost a month or two for ordinary students, but for the Zhou family, they pay more for cleaning a day than this.

An Xumo couldn't keep talking hard, but the fact was clearly in front of the two.

He was kicked out by the Zhou family.

The three generations of the Zhou family have been in business for a while. The old man, Zhou, is even more prosperous. He has four sons in total. An Xumo was originally raised by the youngest Zhou Yunshan. Later, Zhou Yunshan died of illness. At the age of three, he was fostered in the second-ranked Zhou Yunlin's family, which is Zhou Jinshen's home.

Nourishing and supporting, the Zhou family has never concealed their rejection of An Xumo.

Zhou Yunshan has been smart and smart since he was young, and he is also very talented in business. He was okay everywhere, but ended up in love. When Zhou Yunshan took An Xumo back, the Zhou family almost did not explode the pot—no one expected that the well-known Zhou family and the smooth master Zhou Xiao would be so eager to help their fiancée to support others. son.

An Xumo is not even the seed of Zhou Yunshan. His presence is a complete shame to the Zhou family. However, Zhou Yunshan was unwilling to terminate the marriage contract with his lover, until he later got into trouble, and did not forget to lone An Xumoto to his second brother with only one child.

After Zhou Yunshan's death, the Zhou family changed An Xumo's mother's last name. They have confessed to raising a foreign name for nearly eighteen years, and their due responsibilities have been fulfilled. The next day An Xumo got the college notice, he was completely cut off from all connections. Zhou Jin was so busy filming announcements that he might not be able to return home once a year. No one notified him, and he naturally didn't know about it.

When leaving the Zhou family, An Xumo only had the cell phone that Zhou Jinshen gave him on his birthday and the legacy left by Zhou Yunshan before his death. He is not yet an adult. Zhou Yunshan's property can only be taken out of two thousand a month. The Zhou family paid him college tuition, but An Xumo no longer wanted to continue reading.

No matter how well he tests and behaves well, no one will change his attitude towards him. For the Zhou family, An Xumo has been a shame since birth.

The problem did not stop there. The Zhou family did not care about An Xumo's unauthorized signing of the contract, but Zhou Jinshen, who also worked in the circle, could not stay out of the matter. The man's voice was not ill, and he fell into An Xu Moer at close range, just as oppressive as his appearance.

"why did not you tell me?"

Zhou Jinshen's momentum was already amazing. The subject was always afraid of his An Xumo. With such a questioning, An Xumo had already lost his mind, and his complexion seemed paler: "I'm afraid, I'll give trouble to my brother ..."

Zhou Jin lightly intercepted him: "Since you don't want to make trouble, don't call my brother in front of outsiders."

The blood on An Xumo's face faded into time.

In fact, he fully understood the reason, Zhou Jinshen had his own consideration. The entertainment industry is mixed, and the media can't wait to dig the ground. Zhou Jinshen has always disliked revealing privacy, and naturally will not make the relationship between the two public. Therefore, An Xumo has signed for so long, and never mentioned Zhou Jinshen to others, even Tang Tang didn't know about it.

What really made An Xumo overwhelmed was the fact in front of him-the Zhou family had completely cut off relations with him, and even the identity of a guardian had been transferred out. So now, An Xumo is no longer qualified to call that title.

Zhou Jin Shen glanced at the thin boy in front of him, his gaze stayed for a moment on the blue blood vessels on the back of his pale hands, and he quickly closed it back. He pressed the talk button and said a position to the driver, and the direction was immediately turned. The expensive car had excellent shock absorption performance, and the steering was smooth enough to feel no bumps.

When Zhou Jinshen released the button, he heard the brisk voice of the other party in a slightly hoarse voice: "I understand. I will work hard and never disturb the seniors."

Zhou Jin raised her eyebrows, and her beautiful face was unpredictable. He wanted to say something, but couldn't help but see An Xumo's face.

An Xumo was staring down at the dark tablet until a long hand passed a wet wipe. He hurriedly looked up and listened to the man raising his hand, "the corner of his mouth."

An Xumo subconsciously wiped the back of his hand, and Bai | Xi's hand was covered with a large piece of blood.

He only found that he had bitten the tip of his tongue. After hurriedly thanking him, An Xumo quickly took the wipes from the other side and carefully wiped out the blood flowing out.

The cabin calmed down for a while, and when An Xumo thought of a very important question and asked to speak, he heard the other party in a low and intoxicating voice: "Whatever you want to call you outside the camera."

An Xumo looked up ignorantly, Zhou Jinshen's side face was perfectly outlined by the light, and at such a close distance, it was enough to smooth out his hunger.

"Seniors are fine," Zhou Jin said lightly, "you haven't debuted yet."

An Xumo originally wanted to ask why the birthday feast had to be attended by himself, but was rushed by Zhou Jinshen in a word. He sat there stupidly, feeling that he seemed to be tinnitus, or maybe he was wrong.

The smooth running Bentley stopped slowly. Zhou Jin Shen drove the door and walked first from one side. The door of An Xumo's hand was also opened by the steward. He stepped out of the car with a sting, and looked up.

Standing in front of him is not the main entrance of the main house, which is cold like a blood basin, but a gorgeous and exquisite tall commercial building. Several well-known luxury brands stand outside the wall with large area signboards, and bright windows display small and expensive new products.

Wearing a pair of sunglasses, Zhou Jinshen walked by, and tilted his head towards An Xumo, who was wearing a cheap article.

"Follow."

Both dance and vocal music require long and hard work, and there is countless days and nights of sweat behind the smooth display. For artists, hard work is also an essential skill. Since Jindian began to expand the market for the younger generation, thousands of trainees have registered in Jindian every week. The appearance conditions are only the first step in the screening. The real brutal and decisive elimination is accomplished silently in daily training.

Trainees in Jindian generally need to go through six courses, but after the first course ends, less than 10% of the people are willing to persist.

Those who can stay to the end have undergone rigorous training that no one else can imagine. But as in many areas, hard work can only raise the lower limit on the road to dance and vocal music. What really decides the upper limit is the talent that cannot be changed by manpower.