The Studious Goddess Is Not To Be Provoked

Almost every entertainer will encounter this embarrassing problem more or less.

When this middle-aged greasy man asked a question, the host was a little surprised. Normally, the incoming calls would be screened first. It is impossible for such a question with malicious intentions to be answered!

Zhu Yuan subconsciously looked towards the director, but she saw the director wink at her. This was a tacit understanding between the two of them for many years of cooperation. Come up with a little gimmick, and at the same time, look at Xia Weian's reaction ability.

Although it was a talk show, there were still some viewers present, and they were all looking at Xia Weian, looking forward to her answer.

Xia Wei'an smiled brightly and said, "Head, because it's smart enough."

A simple sentence perfectly exposes this problem.

The third question that came in was also a man with a hoarse voice that made him uncomfortable.

"If you had a dream that had to be exchanged with your hands, what would that dream be?"

Xia Wei'an subconsciously looked at her hands, and instantly got goosebumps all over her body. What the hell kind of problem is this?

"So far I don't have a dream that is worth exchanging with my hands, because I will realize my dream with my smart brain."

Xia Wei'an smiled, and the talk show ended.

Cheng Lisha was waiting outside the studio. As soon as she came out, the two of them walked towards the nanny car in the parking lot.

In order to protect the safety of the artists, the place where they parked is specially cleared for cutscenes, and no one else can enter at all.

The two opened the nanny car. Xia Weian went up first and was about to sit down when she saw a beautifully wrapped box on the seat. She picked it up and asked Cheng Lisha, "Little Sasha, is this your thing?"

Cheng Lisha took a look and shook her head, "No, how could I like such pink things, she is a woman!"

That's not hers either, Xia Weian was puzzled, but this car is her special car, and there will be nothing else besides theirs, so, is this a gift from a fan?

While thinking about it, she unpacked the box, and when she opened it to take a look at the contents, she was startled at first, and then her eyes sank to look at the contents.

Seeing that her expression was not right, Cheng Lisha hurried forward to take a look. After seeing her, the seven souls immediately frightened the three souls. With a scream, she reached out and knocked the box into the corner of the car. A pair of bloody little hands rolled out of it. !

"Quick, call the police!" Cheng Lisha shouted while taking out her mobile phone, her hands trembling, and she was about to call the police, but Xia Weian stopped her.

"No, these are fake hands, and the blood is not real blood."

Although Cheng Lisha was the leader of gangsters in the past, she had never been frightened like this before. After the initial fright was relieved, she calmed down and said, "Boss, what does this mean? It's disgusting!"

When she saw this thing, she panicked, tore off dozens of tissues, squatted down, picked up the two prosthetic hands and threw them back into the box, and then threw the box into the garbage in the parking lot with a look of disgust. in the box.

"Brother Driver, who came here just now?"

The driver was a strong young man in his early twenties. He turned his head to look at Cheng Lisha and shook his head blankly. He has been sitting here listening to music. Has anyone come here?