Entertainment: Starting from playing the role of the villain in the competition

She is not a fool, she has already guessed a thing or two about the intimate relationship between Wu Zong and Yang Mi.

After all, everyone is extremely sensitive to every move of the person they love.

Maybe the quarrel between Wu Zong and Yang Mi seemed to outsiders to be because Wu Zong was too poor.

But in Wu Xuanyi's eyes, she clearly knew that it was a wonderful feeling that only lovers can have.

Just like a magnetic field, although she can't see or touch it, she can clearly perceive it.

Maybe this is a woman's innate sixth sense.

Wu Xuanyi didn't express anything special about this, but Wu Zong was really taken aback.

My fucking memory is not messed up, is it?

Wasn't I just a Hengdian actor in my last life?

How come the girls I meet are so open to this matter?

How come such good things happen to me one after another?

Thinking of this, Wu Zong suddenly stood up and began to grope around himself, as if he was looking for something.

"What are you looking for?"

Wu Xuanyi looked at Wu Zong looking left and right, looking puzzled.

Wu Zong rummaged through his pockets and scratched his head.

"No……"

"Nothing? What are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for a transformation device. If I wasn't Ultraman, I used to save the earth every day and do good deeds. How could I meet a little fairy like you?"

"Puchi-"

Wu Xuanyi was still twitching just now, but Wu Zong laughed out loud after being so talkative.

"It's so annoying to you!"

Wu Xuanyi's pink fist was hammered on Wu Zong's shoulder, and she smiled coquettishly.

"Is it annoying?"

Wu Zong turned his head to look at Xuanyi.

"Very annoying!"

Wu Xuanyi made a serious face and nodded solemnly.

"Alas."

Wu Zong shook his head, looking regretful.

"But I just can't stop talking?"

"Oh?" Wu Xuanyi pierced her waist and looked Wu Zong up and down: "How long has this situation lasted?"

"Well... It's been more than 20 years. The doctor said that I am terminally ill and cannot be cured. When I die of poverty, I will be overwhelmed."

"Yo! Is it a coincidence, isn't it!"

Wu Xuanyi rolled her eyes.

"I have a little recipe for you, a talkative cancer!"

"yes!"

Wu Zong pretended to be surprised.

"Then please ask Doctor Wu to give me a good prescription. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda!"

"Ha ha!"

Wu Xuanyi patted Wu Zong on the shoulder.

"Fortunately, my girl has a bodhisattva heart. If it were someone else, I guess you would have no medicine to heal!"

"Thank you, Ms. Wu, for saving my life! Please give me a prescription!"

Wu Zong looked pious, lowered his head, and stretched out his hands, as if receiving the order.

In the next second, Wu Xuanyi followed Wu Zong's hands and got into his arms like a nimble kitten.

"My remedy is to stop you from talking..."

……

"This... who is this person, I don't know him either!"

The warm afternoon sun shone on the fluffy pajamas of the two of them.

Wu Zong was sitting on the side step of the sofa, while Wu Xuanyi was wearing Wu Zong's pajamas, sitting in his arms.

In front of the two of them was a laptop.

On the computer screen is a table file, which is a list of all musicians who have commented on their "Sun Moon" album, transcribed by the two of them.

At one point in the spring night, Wu Zong almost forgot that there was still such a serious business to do.

If Xuanyi hadn't cleaned up his study, he would have almost forgotten about it.

There are more than 350 names in the list, and just turning the pages is enough to cause headaches.

That's it, they are all musicians with big V's.

After more than four hours of rummaging, the two of them finally selected a group of musicians they could know.

But it was only in the early 300s, and there were more than [-] left.

But this is already Wu Xuanyi's limit, she really hasn't even heard of the names of the rest of the musicians,

Wu Zong looked at this 'huge project' and sighed.

"There are so many people who are popular, who can recognize them?"

Wu Xuanyi was also a little frustrated, and plopped down on the sofa.

"Why don't we call Teacher He, I really tried my best."

Wu Zong smiled bitterly.

"It seems that this is the only way to go, then you should think about how to reply to others."

"it is good!"

Xuanyi jumped up from Wu Zong's arms in a flash, sent the document to the tablet, and ran away happily holding the tablet.

As long as she stopped looking at this dizzying list, let her do something!

Looking at it further, she felt like her brain was about to explode!

Ever since, in desperation, Wu Zong could only send the screened list to He Jiong, asking for his help.

To say that Mr. He really deserves to be a well-known figure in the entertainment industry!

It's amazing!

Teacher He can talk about all kinds of strange things, even musicians in corners!

What's even more frightening is that he has more or less crossed paths with more than 60.00% of the people here!

What is a network!

Today, He Jiong taught Wu Zong a solid lesson.

This is called a truly powerful network!

With Teacher He's divine assist, Wu Zong sorted out the list of all musicians who needed to reply in less than an hour.

"Okay, that's about it. For the other musicians, you can make a unified reply, or just send a scarf, or you have to go back to this time next year."

He Jiong said with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. He, otherwise I really can't handle it."

Wu Zong said very helplessly.

"Hahaha, it's okay, it's okay." (Li Dezhao)

Teacher He felt Wu Zong's deep resentment, and was amused to laugh.

"Just get used to it."

"Oh yes,"

As he spoke, He Jiong seemed to have thought of something.

"Do you have time to come to the scarf night held in Shanghai next week? Teacher Huang called me yesterday and asked me to ask you."

"Night of the scarf?"

Wu Zong thought for a while.

"I don't know, Jiang Jiang never told me."

"Oh, maybe you haven't been notified yet."

"Teacher Huang is really, why don't I tell me, and ask someone to pass on the message."

Wu Zong laughed.

"Mr. Huang has always been like this. He is not very good at expressing emotions."

He Jiong said with a smile.

Wu Zong laughed.

"Okay, no matter if I'm invited to the scarf night or not, I'll go over and have a good drink with Mr. Huang."

"Okay, we'll wait for you!".

Chapter 125

How could there be no Wu Zong in the scarf night?

As soon as Teacher He's phone was put down here, Jiang Jiang's phone call came in.

"Hey, Brother Zong, there is an invitation to an event, do you have time to come out, sister Mi asked me to ask you."

Wu Zong secretly laughed, and said in his heart that Cao Cao and Cao Cao will be there soon.

"Is it scarf night?"

"Wow!"

Jiang Jiang exclaimed.

"Brother Zong, you are amazing! How do you know!"

Wu Zong laughed.

"I do fortune telling."

Of course, this is Wu Zong's nonsense.

After all, the activity that allowed Da Mimi to personally ask Jiang Jiang to remind herself is definitely not a small [-]th line activity.

Combined with the phone call just now, Wu Zong naturally thought of the scarf night.

"It's the scarf night. Next Friday, it will be held in Shanghai. Shall we take it?"

In fact, if it wasn't for Mr. He's phone call just now, Wu Zongzhen would like to weigh it.

After all, I am about to usher in the Spring Festival Gala, and after the Spring Festival Gala, I will devote myself to the filming of "New Police Story".

He still needs a rest time.

However, a phone call from Mr. He made him dispel this hesitation.

Along the way, although Mr. Huang has been silent, he has always helped me.

So, even to meet old friends, to thank Mr. Huang, the big brother, for his silent support, Wu Zong had to go there.