The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 826 I am a woman who worships gold (63)

  Qu Chengze has not seen a woman like Su Qinghuan who is keen to commit suicide, especially the female celebrities in the entertainment industry, who is not a face-loving woman.

  If there are more ugly photos, I am afraid that even the endorsements of beauty makeup will be lost in the future.

   "Sister Qing Huan, are you not afraid that your current image will become an emoticon in the future?"

  Qu Chengze thinks this is very possible.

  This is where he doesn’t understand Su Qinghuan.

  Three hundred yuan in ticket money. In other words, the program team needs to edit footage. Why does Su Qinghuan work so hard?

  The little fox heard Qu Chengze’s surprised words, and suddenly a sneer of self-deprecating arc appeared on the colorful face painted on it.

   "What's wrong with making emoticons? I think that beautiful women are tired, and it's fun to hack themselves occasionally. Maybe more people like me in the future."

  Qu Chengze saw Su Qinghuan’s eyes that seemed to be melancholy, and he was stunned for a moment, but soon he saw Su Qinghuan smile heartlessly, as if the moment of sadness was just the illusion of Qu Chengze.

  ……

   But in fact, this is the truest idea of ​​the original owner.

  Because no one understands the original owner, it is not her fault that she is beautiful and dazzling. It is a pity that her beauty is too offensive. At first glance, she does not look like a small white flower, so she has been hacked all the way since her debut.

  The original owner’s depression, if we say that sixty to seventy percent comes from Gu Chubai’s scumbag man.

  The remaining 30% to 40% comes from the attacks of netizens and major media.

  Sometimes the original owner would like to watch the sketch very much, but she just looked at it and she cried.

  If you cry to others about the ills of your face, others will only treat her as a Versailles-style show off.

  However, to paraphrase a well-known sentence on the Internet, that's probably it.

  ——Has a restless face, and is desperate for you, you don’t believe it.

  No way, even the little fox thinks that probably the image of a fairy who is aloof and non-eating fireworks in his last plane is more suitable for the entertainment industry.

  The kind of real male-female killing, men like it, women like it, and even for many male fans, it is embarrassing to have any blasphemous heart, and it is difficult to speak bad words.

   will not be like the original owner. Although there are many male fans, there are basically many comments that can’t be read. They just treat her as a kind of YY object in dreams.

  ……

Seeing Qu Chengze standing silently beside him, Su Qinghuan turned his head and glanced at Qu Chengze's faintly handsome facial features.

  It is true that most people cannot see the identity of Qu Chengze.

   But if any true fan is so unbelieving?

  The little fox thought for a while, and still took out a squashed peaked cap from the wide wide-leg pants. It was originally intended for herself to be cool, but now it seems that it is cheaper than Qu Chengze.

   "Head down."

  "……"

   Completely imperative, like a arrogant queen who is mad and cool.

  Oh, ignoring the queen’s purple messy hair, it might seem so similar.

  And Qu Chengze didn't expect Su Qinghuan to look over in such a scornful manner. When those big two-dimensional eyes looked over, it actually slowed his heartstrings by a beat.

  When Qu Chengze came to realize his consciousness, he involuntarily lowered his head.

  "……"

   "Hey, don't let others see your beautiful face, or I will be jealous."

  "……"

  Su Qing smiled happily and put on Qu Chengze's hat, and then walked forward with a silly face, as if the sentence just now was just a casual ridicule.

  Qu Chengze pursed the corners of his lips. Obviously he did not expect that he would listen to the order of the vase unconsciously.

  Although the current vase can not be called a vase, because it is unsightly.

   is strange. Looking at her thin back, Qu Chengze felt in a daze that Su Qinghuan’s suffocating and meaningless smile contained a sense of loneliness that was separated from the world.

  It's not quite like playing the loneliness of a rebellious girl.

  It really seems that this world has nothing to do with her.

  She doesn't care about anything.

  ……

  Qu Chengze's peach blossom eyes dimmed slightly.

  He pressed down the brim of his hat, and followed Su Qinghuan's footsteps.

  When he and Su Qinghuan found a place under the overpass to place their musical instruments and stereos, the other passers-by, who were selling singers, performing arts or filming under the overpass, couldn't help being a little farther away.

  There is no way, because the current images of Su Qinghuan and Qu Chengze are very social at first glance and are not easy to provoke.

  Fearing pedestrians, try to walk on the sidewalk on the other side instead of passing by them.

  But in the face of all this, Su Qinghuan was not at all angry.

  She handed over a playlist to Qu Chengze.

   "Can you play this song?"

  "……"

  Qu Chengze was stunned, and saw Zhang Huimei's "Blood-Gory Love Story" written on it impressively. The genre was dark and depressing, and enthusiastic, completely inconsistent with the small fresh theme song that Su Qinghuan had sung before.

  He used to tell others in a very remote niche interview that this is a song he likes very much, but even if it’s an old fan, it’s hard to get to that interview.

  For a moment, Qu Chengze almost thought that Su Qinghuan had deliberately chosen this song to please him. She was afraid that with her weak and feeble singing, she would be able to draw a tiger and not a dog.

  But then, Qu Chengze himself denied it.

  The youth looked at Su Qinghuan’s non-mainstream eye makeup, and thought to himself.

  ——Perhaps it is really just a coincidence.

   "I can try."

  These are the humble words of youth,

  Su Qinghuan certainly understands.

   Soon, Qu Chengze sat down under the overpass with the guitar in his arms, and began to play the prelude.

Although Qu Chengze was a scumbag, he did play the instrument well, and he soon attracted the audience sparsely, but he was afraid of their dress, and few people really stopped to stop.

  ……

  Until a little fox with purple streaking hair picked up the microphone and opened his lips lightly.

  "Those sweetnesses you have tasted

   is the fruit of loneliness

  That is alive

  I cut from my heart

  A piece of meat is like a gift

   never think

  If you are sharp, I will be bloody

  Essence as a writer

  Just let me follow you

  Let me write a horror novel for you

  Who is suspicious, who is pitiful, who is innocent

  Who is alive, I have seen the final result

  Let me replace you

  Unforgettable, like a love-love novel

  The more blood flow, the more sore your hands, the more empty your heart is

  The more painful the meat, the more the feelings will be vivid

  Don’t give it back, don’t give it back to me

  It’s too late to catch

  The involvement of the palm of the hand is no longer useful..."

  ……

  The lonely and glamorous voice of the woman, instantly flowing in the space.

   also brought a bit of hysterical breakdown, which made people feel a pain in their hearts.

  It was only a minute or two. Many passers-by subconsciously stopped in front of the booth of Su Qinghuan and Qu Chengze, and they gathered more and more, almost blocking the road!

  (End of this chapter)