I have 6 systems, so what if I'm a little arrogant?

The extended nanny car was parked downstairs.

Tang Tingyu took the three excited newlyweds to the location for shooting the new MV.

Ling Ran asked curiously, "Sister Tingyu, are you shooting this MV in the studio or outdoors?"

"It's an exterior scene. The company has rented a large villa in the suburbs, so the journey will take a while."

Tang Tingyu answered while reciting the lyrics.

Cen Weiming seemed to be deep in thought while filming in the villa. It seemed that this might really be a sweet little love song.

The hero and heroine live a sweet life in the villa every day, planting flowers today and flirting in the kitchen tomorrow.

Well, it’s simple, he can definitely act well.

Cen Weiming touched his smooth little face, secretly proud that the expensive facial mask he used yesterday was not wasted.

A piece costs several hundred.

When the photo is released, I will definitely gain countless fans.

Hey hey hey.

Tang Tingyu looked at Cen Weiming who was inexplicably happy, and thought of the cold and refined nobleman character that Zhang Zhimu had given him. He felt that this character would collapse sooner or later.

Maybe changing his character to a happy silly dog ​​would attract more fans.

Arriving at the filming location, Ling Ran looked around the huge villa and reached out to touch the roses of various colors that could be seen everywhere.

I touched something soft with my fingertips, and it turned out to be real flowers, so luxurious.

Cen Weiming sniffed the floral scent in the air and couldn't help but sigh that the popular girl groups were treated so well and the company was really willing to spend money on them.

The journey was quite calm. What’s so beautiful about flowers, unless they can be made into delicious rose cakes or jam.

Just when the three of them were at a loss as to what to do, a young lady from the makeup artist team called out, "You three, come over here and put on your makeup."

Ling Ran was lively and excited and was the first to run over.

He kept calling her "Sister" and "Sister", which made the makeup artist very happy.

"Okay, you're still pretty sweet. The three of you have different looks. Go into the dressing room one by one later. Don't rush, okay?"

The makeup artist led them to the door of a room on the first floor of the villa and gave them thoughtful instructions.

"Thank you, sister. Goodbye~" Cen Weiming spoke first this time.

Ling Ran glared at him, "Why are you stealing my words?"

"Whoever says it first gets it."

Lu Lu Wu Yu: You two childish bastards, only children would quarrel. Since you guys are not going in, it's convenient for me to go in and put on makeup first.

In the dressing room, Lu Cheng sat obediently in front of the mirror.

The person who did his makeup was a middle-aged woman with a serious expression. She frowned, nodded at Lu Cheng, and began to apply foundation neatly.

Lu Cheng took a look at the color she chose, which was extremely white.

His pupils dilated. Was this the right color?

It’s too white.

If you apply it on your face, it will definitely be a different color from your neck, which is really ugly.

Lu Cheng watched his face grow paler and paler. He felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles, as if there was a thorn in his throat.

After struggling for a long time, he raised his objection in a low voice, "Sister, the color of this foundation seems a bit white, how about we change to a darker color and try it out?"

The makeup artist paused and tilted her head, obviously extremely confused.

"Pressure? Why should I press it? Don't all dead people have this complexion? My family used to run a funeral home, so I'm sure I didn't choose the wrong color."

After the self-affirmation, the makeup artist continued to apply the second layer of foundation on Lu.

As he was on the journey, the only thing echoing in his mind was these words: "All dead people have this look on their faces."

dead?

So he's going to play a dead person in the music video?!

ha?

Is he shooting a serious MV?

......

Ling Ran and Cen Weiming squatted outside the dressing room waiting bored.

"Ah, when will the roses finish blooming? The flowers I've been waiting for are about to wither." Ling Ran picked up a few rose petals beside him and sprinkled them on Cen Weiming's head.

Cen Weiming shook his head in annoyance, and several voices came from the phone: "I can't afford it", "No", "You play cards too well".

"Ahhh, all my happy beans are gone, wuwuwu~"

Ling Ran: "I'm collecting the minimum living allowance. I can collect a few thousand happy beans and live a little happier."

"I've received it..." Cen Weiming hung his head in dejection, "Ling Ran, give me your phone. Don't worry, I will definitely win! I will definitely not lose all your happy beans!"

Ling Ran covered his pocket containing his cell phone in fear. When he saw the dressing room door slightly opened, he ran in without even having time to see who was coming out with a "dead face".

As for Cen Weiming who was outside the door, he suddenly saw a deathly pale face and was almost scared to death, thinking he saw a ghost in broad daylight.

"You, did you offend the makeup artist? Why did they make you look like this? If someone didn't know, they would think you were going to cosplay as a corpse."

When Lu Cheng heard his teasing, he didn't refute it. He just looked at him with a complicated look that he couldn't understand.

Cen Weiming:?

He couldn't understand what it meant. Are you bullying him because of his low IQ?

After waiting for a long time and losing who knows how many rounds of Landlord, Cen Weiming finally waited for the door to open.

Thank God, if it wasn’t his turn, he would definitely not be able to resist charging money to play a few more times.

Ling Ran, who entered second, came out with a face covered in bloodstains. At first glance, it looked as if he had been slashed several times by a sharp blade.

The wound was made very realistically, and the blood and flesh that were protruding outward frightened Cen Weiming to death.

"Fuck, you, eh?"

He was so shocked that he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Ling Ran, with a miserable face, sat calmly on the edge of the pale road, with his chin slightly raised, motioning him to hurry in, as he was the only one missing.

Cen Weiming's Adam's apple rolled. He looked into the dark space behind the door, feeling as if he was a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth.

After Tang Tingyu finished styling herself, she made many detours and came before Ling Ran and the other two who seemed to be in a trance.

She was very satisfied with the looks of the three people. "Not bad, very perfect. Come and compare them. I'll post a Weibo to promote you guys. With my popularity, I'm sure you'll be on the hot search list."

Cen Weiming touched the hideous wound on his neck, then thought of his own and Lu Cheng's similar dead faces, and shook his head repeatedly.

"Sister Tingyu, forget it, forget it. Some trending searches don't really need to be on the radar..."

"Hey~ You can't say that. I promised you guys to keep the fire, I can't break my promise. Come on, smile, yeah~"

Ling Ran and the others forced themselves to smile, and after putting together a nine-square grid, Tang Tingyu posted a Weibo with a smile, asking fans to take care of his three handsome junior brothers.

The fan came excitedly when he saw his idol post on Weibo, but as soon as he refreshed the Weibo, he saw three "miserable dead faces".

Fans: (°ー°〃)

[Poop without paper: Damn, this is called "cool and handsome", Tingyu, when did you go blind? Can you cure it? ]

[Cicada Youth: Well, aside from the pale complexion and scars, it can still be seen that the generals have a good foundation. ]

[Stir-fried Tomatoes: Ahhhh, I was alone at home and locked the door silently. I was scared, wuwuwu. 】

......

Not long after the Weibo post was published, it became a hot topic.

Tang Tingyu Junior

New Artists of Tianyue

My idol's company seems to be going bankrupt, what should I do?

Tang Tingyu was very satisfied, she was worthy of it.

Ling Ran and his friends' phones had been vibrating since a while ago. When they opened their eyes, they saw that their Weibo followers and private messages had exploded.

He happily opened the backstage to see the content of the private message.

【Hello, Broken Face Brother. 】

[A little unique, really good looking, pay attention to it, slurp~]

[Brother, can I print out your photo and stick it on the door to ward off evil spirits? I’m a boy who’s afraid to live alone~]

Ling Ran:......

In fact, you don’t have to get involved in the entertainment industry. It’s also possible to sell roasted sweet potatoes under an overpass.