Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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Qin Guan threw the suit in his hand and threw it on the bed. He snapped the charming silver belt buckle with a slap and changed his clothes to dinner before taking a shower!

In the semi-glazed glass bathroom, the mist is steaming, making people think...

When Qin Guanshen came out of the room refreshingly, Sister Xue, who was in the cafeteria downstairs, waited a little impatiently, saying that this is not Qin Guan's favorite food, why is it so slow today.

When the two met, Sister Xue could not allow Qin Guanduo to say that when the meal coupon was handed over to the reception, Qin Guan was dragged into the restaurant.

When Qin Guangang stabilized his body, he found his good friend Huang Bo was eating at the buffet.

Qin Guan was stunned, and passed in the direction of Huang Bo with a grin. He was bored, and the pair of tempered people came.

He walked up to Huang Bo and sat on a long-backed long chair. He opened his mouth: "Ah, Huang Bo, how did you get here? Isn't there any drama?"

Huang Bo raised his head, looking at the old acquaintances in front of him, and said with some joy: "Wow wow whoo..."

Sister Xue helplessly covered her face, sighed and pulled out the chair and sat down, explaining the situation with Qin Guan.

"This is the case. Originally, I found Huang Bo's directorial drama, which will probably be filmed by the end of the year, but haven't you been invited to the Silver Eagle Art Festival?

"I let Huang Bo get the wrong class and rushed over."

"But I didn't expect the plan to keep up with the changes. Who was dare to act rashly at this Silver Eagle Festival awards party! This unplanned plan with Huang Bo recommended to Wang Jingcao was overwhelmed."

Sister Xue reminded Qin Guan quite seriously: "Tonight is the last day. Tomorrow we will fly to the capital. Both you and Huang Bo will give me honestly not to mess around, and I will spend this art festival safely. ! Did you hear it?"

Huang Bo was not clear about what was happening at the meeting place. All his mind and body were now on the plate of food in front of him, but Qin Guan witnessed the farce throughout and nodded cautiously.

Of course, for Qin Guan, whose style of painting changed, she immediately entered a state of foraging. Sister Xue just breathed out and realized that she was really afraid of what came. Wang Jingcao walked towards their seats.

Even after the meeting, she still wore a decent professional attire, walked over with her unique warm smile, and greeted Sister Xue quite enthusiastically: "Just right, I'm still looking for you, you say Qin Looking at this child, he ran faster than others after the meeting. I thought he would definitely come to the restaurant, so I found it."

Sister Xue is now full of doubts about anything Wang Jingcao did. She kept her black pot directly on Huang Bo’s head without changing her face: “Hey, look at what you said, this is not a temporary filming by an actor under my hand. Come here, we will return to Beijing together."

Wang Jingcao didn't think that Pestle looked around and asked, "Ah? Qin Guan, I also said I would take some of them to know some friends."

After speaking, she pointed to the direction of the restaurant door. Sister Xue's eyes turned and she saw Li Bingbing and several other Chinese artists entertain and chat together.

Li Bingbing's eyes have been carefully following Wang Jingcao, seeing Qin Guan's agent noticed her, and hurriedly compared the two hands with a cross gesture.

Sister Xue saw this gesture, and suddenly she fell into her heart, and she smiled when she retracted her gaze: "Sister Wang, it's really a coincidence. Qin Guan himself is a little uncomfortable today. Go to the toilet."

Huang Bo, who was eating at the side, raised his head in a daunting way. Sister still has someone to eat, can you pay attention?

How can you say that your acquaintance will always be your face? Sister Xue's words just fell, and here Qin Guan came with a stack of half-meter-high food plates. As he walked, he said with full energy: "Sister Xue, you must hurry to get some food too. This organizing committee really has lobsters. If you don't go, you will be robbed of beauty!"

It's that huge lobster. Your old man was stunned by the waiter's eyes. He took half of the meat. Isn't there any **** left?

Sister Xue looked at the ruddy Qin Guan, then looked at the smiling Wang Jingcao, and bite the bullet to find a supplement for herself: "Well, why do you have such a loving companion, Qin Guan, you are not comfortable, yet Forgot to get Huang Bo food."

"Ah, Huang Bo didn't express his thanks, you see that the sweat that Qin Guan gave to Xu was all shed..."

Huang Bo glanced at Sister Xue with a sorrowful look and took her head down: "Thank you..."

Qin Guan also noticed something different at this time, and he took the dinner plate to Huang Bo in the words of Sister Xue: "Ah, eat."

Wang Jingcao smiled. Since Qin Guan was not the kind of person who liked the camp, he couldn't help himself.

This is a good thing. People who have capital hold you, others who don't have capital hold you, and they face Qin Guan's unique face. This is not a soft or hard nail. I, Wang Jingcao, endured it.

She was still in the spring breeze, stood up from the chair, and patted Qin Guan, who was a little stunned: "Then take a good rest, I thought there was a small room in the tea restaurant on the side, and many friends wanted to give you Introduce, since you are not feeling well, shall we go back to the capital?"

Qin Guan consciously smiled: "OK."

Wang Jingcao was satisfied, and Shi Shiran, with a group of Chinese actors, turned the door of the restaurant and disappeared into the corner corridor.

Qin Guan looked back and looked at Sister Xue. He sat down with his **** and saw Huang Bo with his head opposite: "X! My lobster!"

Unbelievably unhappy, the little prince Huang Bo, stuffed all the lobsters taken by Qin Guan into his mouth, biting grievously to vent his anger...

The next day suddenly cleared up, and the flight to the capital went straight to the sky. Does this mean that the influence of the Silver Eagle Art Festival is going away?

That's right, the events of the Silver Eagle Art Festival did not affect Qin Guan in any way, and it can even be said that it did not affect anyone.

Because for this art festival, the media seemed to have negotiated well, and the group remained silent.

There are only one or two small sites that are not afraid of death, and ambiguously explodes a little bit of irrelevant information, as if everyone has to work hard to forget this Silver Eagle Festival and let that day turn over like this.

Even Qin Guan's so powerful lace news that day was submerged in the strange deep water of Tan.

While being scolded by his agent, Liu Jia happily took the photos of the Silver Eagle Art Festival that his buddy gave him.

In the photo, Qin Guan's slightly bent waist, slender suit trousers, tight-fitting suit vest, and suit handed over to her, that scene made her fall into beautiful memories anytime, anywhere.

The agent looked helplessly at Liu Jia and started to be stupid again. He saw that the newspaper was stuck on his head. The latest newspaper and the entertainment section had only a small line at the corner: I wish the 19th Silver Eagle Art Festival a successful closure . (To be continued.)