Mr. Yuan is Always Unhappy

Fanwai, every day when I get up, I see the captain pretending (2)

I neglected him for a few days, I don't know if it was my illusion, he seemed to be closer to me than before.

Another teammate said to me in private: "Did you and Leo quarrel a few days ago, one day he asked me to accompany him to a bar, and he drove me to call your name and kept saying," Don't ignore me "Don't play with me," he looked pitiful and didn't know he thought he was dumped by his target. "

He smiled when he said this, it seemed like a joke, but I snorted in my heart, Leo always looked at me with that kind of explicit eyes, not only I can see that something is wrong.

Although I would like to seize every condition and opportunity that can be used, it does not include selling chrysanthemums. I'm not a gentleman, but I also have my own bottom line and principles. It's like I'm willing to put on a good Mr. mask to get more opportunities, but I won't climb up on the shoulders of my teammates.

And I don't want to develop relationships with a silly buddy.

This guy is undoubtedly the most unruly friend among the friends he has made since childhood. I don't think he's gay, I've seen him and girls too many times, and even helped him clean up the condoms used in the night stand in the room. Is he a double? But I haven't seen any man with whom he has abnormal associations.

I do n’t quite understand what he meant. I guess he just wanted to change his taste. I happened to be with him every day, so I made up my mind, but I was still a little bit worried about the friendship between my buddies and teammates. Sorry to start, except to look at me secretly, nothing else is too extraordinary.

If he really doesn't want to face any more, he will come straight to find him, and I will complete him. Now, I ca n’t ask him "Do you want to come to me?" Can't slap it up.

There was a commercial show on TV in the evening. We came together to participate in the rehearsal in the afternoon. As soon as we met, he asked me, "What did you do last night? I called you all night. Why didn't you answer?"

I said without change: "I danced in the company and I didn't hear the music loudly."

He added, "Then you see why you don't see it later? You still shut down!"

I said, "It's over eleven o'clock after the dance. I wanted to go back, but the phone was dead."

He reluctantly said, "I ’m looking for reasons, so many phone calls from the company, and you can just get me back. I ca n’t go home when I drink too much, so I ’ll wait for you to help me drive. I ca n’t find anyone. It ’s good for you to dig my heart all day, what ’s the use? ”

I knew that it was such a **** when he came to me at night, so he deliberately did n’t answer and turned off the machine. Of course, I did n’t tell the truth, I just kept pretending to be stupid. Driving? You need to be useful, go to the street and drive for the sake of others. "

He squinted at me and said sloppily, "I'm going to be nice to others, aren't you angry?"

...?

After the rehearsal, everyone went to have a meal together. When I got back, I waited for the opening in the background. I sat in the corner and played a mobile game. He slapped his face and said, "Hey, where's the performance after a while?"

I didn't look up, and answered, "Go nowhere, go home."

He said, "It's boring to go home so early, play with me for a while."

I don't really want to be alone with him now, for a reason: "I have a cold and want to go to bed earlier."

He was obviously a little disappointed, and then he paused and said, "Then I will take you back."

I refused: "No, the company has arranged a nanny car and can drop me off first."

He said, "Do n’t you have a cold, what kind of nanny car do you take, and go back and spread the virus to others, or let me send you."

I was a little funny: "Your car comes with an isolation system? Isn't it the same to be transmitted to you in your car?"

He reached over my shoulder and hippie smiled. "I'll be happy to be infected by you."

I lowered my head and continued playing the game, pretending not to hear.

Before half a minute passed, his hand on my shoulder began to be dishonest, the neckline of the costume was slightly larger, and the collarbone was exposed on the outside. As soon as his fingertips touched, I shook him off and calmed down. Warning: "Go on one side."

He retracted his hand and muttered quietly, "It's so stingy to touch without losing a piece of meat."

I was almost ridiculed and asked, "You haven't yourself? Touch yourself."

He really raised his hand and touched his clavicle. He said, "For others, please don't touch me. I feel that your clavicle is so good. Unlike me, I have a short clavicle. The coach told me more when I was doing a fitness card. You can practice well, shit, it's not like that for more than two years. "

I turned my head and he showed me the collar and said, "Look, aren't they good-looking?"

I:"……"

Actually ... it's not bad.

But I won't praise him in person, glance down and continue to play on the phone.

The self-confidence of this product is always bursting, and he feels that he is the best and the best. To be honest, he ca n’t dance, he does n’t sing well, he is not diligent and not smart enough. We waved our arms and jumped around. The songs of our album also had no technical requirements for singing skills. He just sang casually in his few words. That ’s it. Today, he has attracted more than 4 million fans.

After all, it mainly depends on the face value.

In addition to the group fan, the boy group also has a considerable number of Weifan. I ’m in our group, so far the popularity is temporarily the highest, followed by him, but his fans follow him, all day with a bit of temperament, often tearing apart with my fans, not convinced of each other, Maybe because I and other teammates have friendly exchanges and interactions on and off the stage, every time I tear it up, the fans of other teammates always pull off the frame, his fans are somewhat isolated, but these little girls maintain him Come and eat all the time. Others say that tomas dances well, his fans say that my family ’s leo has a high value, others say that their abel tweeter is high, others say that my family ’s leo has a high value, others say that carl is funny, and their fans say that our family ’s leo has a high value.

In short, his family is leo, Yan, value, high.

I also admit that he looks good. As long as you don't speak, the face value is at least 80 or more. Otherwise, you have a shit-like character. Where are the more than 4 million fans? Little girls just don't learn to see the essence through the truth, and they can't see that the goods are a scum from the inside out.

Finally, when we performed, we went up to sing a dance song, and then sang a slow song. Leo followed me when I stepped down. I might have accidentally stumbled and rushed forward from behind. He: "All right?"

He lay on my back and said, "It's all right."

Then he took this position and nudged my waist.

I pinched his hand with a large ignition, and said, "Are you itchy?"

The agent who was waiting below thought that the two of us were foolish and urged: "What are you doing? Come down!"

The staff handed us water one by one. I took the water and drank it without watching him again.

I think there is something wrong with my strategy. Theoretically, I am so obvious. People with a little consciousness should know to converge. He's better, but he has to go in.

After a while, the agent asked me, "Where did leo go?"

I hold back, "I don't see it."

The agent said: "Hurry to find him, and there will be an interview later, all members need to participate, he would not like to deal with reporters, maybe hiding somewhere."

I had to call him, but found that his cell phone was in my carry-on bag, and there was no place to put it around before he went on stage, and he threw it in. I looked for more than half a circle in the background again, and finally a staff member said he seemed to see him enter the bathroom on the second floor.

I didn't see anyone in the bathroom. The cubicle was closed. I called his name and asked: "Are you in there? We have an interview to do."

No one should.

I planned to go out, and just opened the door, but faintly heard a slight sound in one of the compartments.

I closed the door and stood there without moving.

After a few seconds, an unfamiliar male voice in the cubicle said, "It seems to be gone? I'm looking for you for an interview."

"There's so much nonsense," Leo's voice sounded a little distorted across the door. "Don't you see that I've become like this? Go out and shame yourself?"

The man said, "Do you have Teddy in your head? Singing two songs is so hard?"

Hatefully: "Your whole family is Teddy! If you hadn't beat him up ... hey, can I tell you? Don't push it, hurry up!"

He didn't talk anymore, and after a while Leo scolded: "I fuck, will I blow you?"

"More deeply, um ..."

"Yes ... deeper ... um ..."

I thought he wanted to be lazy again and didn't want to do interviews, so he didn't answer me, and never thought about eavesdropping on such private affairs.

It almost sounded hard.

Obviously someone else was blowing him, he was crying as if he had been **** upside down. He was really **** *.

The agent asked me: "What about people?"

I said, "I didn't find it."

The agent was a little anxious: "Aren't you two sticking together all day?"

I murmured, "Who is okay with him?"

Agent: "... forget it, carl, go find him, remember to check it out on the second floor."

The teammate responded and was ready to leave. I hesitated and caught up with him, saying, "No need to go, he will be back in a while."

In fact, it's not me who shame, what do I do?

When he came back, he slowly rushed to my side, and said silverlessly, "You went to me just now? I met an acquaintance and talked for a while."

I made a perfunctory "hmm" and saw that the corners of his eyes and cheeks were a little red, and it looked like he hurried back, but I knew that it was a reaction that he hadn't faded after the tide

I looked away, for some reason, and wanted to beat him hard.

When he was ready to go home after the interview, he chased me and said, "Just take my car, don't take the nanny car."

I was upset when I saw him and said, "No need."

He reluctantly said, "I'm boring by myself. Don't go with them, can you stay with me?"

I blurted out, "Did I have to feed you?"

He lowered his face, a little upset, and didn't seem to believe that I was hitting him.

I also regret it a bit. This is not very compatible with the style of painting I usually run, so I vaguely said, "I'm not comfortable, I'm not at you."

He immediately smiled and said, "I know."

I thought, knowing the fart, I know every day.

He brazenly came over to take advantage of me, and this time, since that day, he has never done this kind of pumping. He also kept a safe distance when talking to me, and occasionally his eyes slipped down. Look, it's not too much.

At a music awards ceremony more than a month later, we got the award for the best newcomer group. This is the first professional award since debut. It is of great significance to us. Everyone is particularly happy and ready to celebrate together.

Abel proposed to call a girl group from the same company, saying that there are more people, and in fact, we all know that he secretly loves a girl in the group, but he is thin and shy, and no one pierces him.

Leo, who does n’t care about the company ’s gossip, knows nothing about it and says, “I ’m not going. I have mouth ulcers. I ca n’t eat or drink. It ’s good for you to play by yourself. Why do you call a bunch of women? ? "

Abel was embarrassed to speak, and Carl joked: "There is a girl in their group who likes tomas. It's just that we should be together."

I don't want to memorize this pot, saying, "Nothing is a colleague, and less talk."

Carl yelled, "Why not? Last time she asked you for your mobile phone number, I saw it. All colleagues, why didn't you ask us?"

It was true that I wanted to call. I just joked a couple of jokes. Everyone finally decided to ask them to let Abel notify.

After making an appointment for time and place, let's go apart and do something else.

The uncle sat still there, and I asked him, "I'm going to practice dancing, or you go home, anyway, you won't go at night anyway."

He squinted at me and said, "Who said I wouldn't go?"

Obviously he couldn't say it myself, I followed him and said, "Change your mind again? Want to go?"

He just talked about the ulcers in his mouth, frowning over his cheeks, and remembered, whispering: "Nonsense, why you won the prize, just celebrate with outsiders."

He rarely showed such an arrogant appearance, much more pleasing than usual.

I went to dance and he went home to sleep.

After dancing, it ’s too early to see the time. I went back to the house to change clothes. By the way, I found the bottle of Chinese medicine powder that my mother brought to Beijing to treat oral ulcers. I have ulcers. I have used this medicine many times and the effect is particularly good.

Using it for the nasty ghost also saved him from having a sore mouth and had to find someone else to lose his temper.

If I knew I'd tear his face with him at night, I wouldn't take this medicine with me. 2k novel reading network