Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

The entertainment world is a huge place of fame, and no matter how early you go, no fame can only be at the bottom, like a lowlife ant, anyone can step on you.

Over the past three years, Luo Chen has become too aware of this. At first, he also tried to fight and resist for himself. Later, he felt nothing about it.

Lin Hao glanced at the little artist beside him. The little artist would suddenly like it. He hit Luo Chen again with his shoulder. "Sorry, we're going to start filming. Please go out and don't stand in the way here! ”

In the past, Luo Chen may have left, but thinking about the agent's orders last night, he hesitated for a moment.

Little artist Yin Yang ridiculously mocked, “Don't you understand human language? I've never seen such a dead face before. You must be crazy to think red! Isn't Spring Wind proud of his thighs? Why are we even taking pictures of our newcomers? ”

I noticed the noise, and the photographer beside me was a little impatient, shouting, "All the irrelevant midgets, etc., out! Don't influence others! ”

Little artist laughs, "You hear me? Get back to your master! ”

Luo Chen pinched his finger beside him and eventually turned around and was ready to leave.

However, as soon as he turned around, he was held by a warm hand on his shoulder.

Lazy, relaxed footsteps, a carefree look, "Yo, that's hilarious! ”

Seeing Ye Bai, the artist was still arrogant with Lin Hao waist, and his face retracted a few points. He glanced at Lin Hao beside him.

After all, this Ye Bai is now the red man in front of General Yi.

Once Lin Hao saw the culprit who had embarrassed him, his face became more gloomy, "Ye Da broker, please mind your artist! Don't let him bark! ”

Ye Zheng almost laughed. Even if she only knew Luo Chen for a day, she knew how many words the child said. In the other mouth, it turned out to be Luo Chen barking.

Ye Chun smiled slightly, “Oh, I don't care well about my artist, it doesn't matter, but... I want to seal off one or two people, it should still be simple! ”

As soon as the sound of Ye Qiao fell, Lin Hao's eyes were filled with angry fire, and his face grinned with disgrace. "Block me? It's up to you! Who do you think you are? Take the chicken feathers as your arrows! Think of yourself as an onion! ”

He works for Bin! He doesn't believe he dares to touch himself.

Ye Zheng is still the careless look, the one across the street, because of the excessive cosmetic surgery, the expression obviously some stiff man, lazy pick up the phone, then, the gesture dialed a phone, “Hello? Chief? ”

Just now, Lin Hao, who had no fear of seeing each other, did not say anything and called President Yi. His face suddenly became frozen.

Ye Qiang continued to say, “Oh, Chief Qiang, it's okay, it's just to seal off a handful of people and ask you for permission. Just now there's something I don't understand. Say I have chicken fur as an arrow! What, no need to ask? Block me if I want to? ”

Hearing this, Lin Hao's last strong calm could not be maintained, and his whole body began to tremble.

However, the artists who were ridiculous and cynical about Luo Chen were not dared to make a sound. They retreated back silently and feared that they would be involved in the relationship with Lin Hao.