My mind was full of thoughts, why did Mu Han suddenly become so fierce and terrifying?

Could it be that she is not cute?

Obviously a moment ago, Song Cur'er could feel that Mu Han still liked her, at least he didn't hate her...

But now why suddenly, just... If you don't obey, you will really kill her.

Thinking about it, Song Cur'er, blah blah, tears are falling...

She couldn't imagine that once Mu Han's killer aura broke out, he would have this kind of real killing intent.

……

"You...you...you...you...you...well, just the five of you."

Just when the group leader was selecting candidates, Mu Han rushed over.

The group leader was just about to take people away.

"Wait a moment."

Mu Han blocked the exit.

At this moment, Mu Han put away all his temperament, and was wearing that ordinary sportswear again.

"What are you doing?"

The group leaders bossed around with a look of arrogance.

In the crew, a small group leader is an insignificant existence, but when facing these group performers, they are used to being superior and have the superiority of controlling other people's jobs.

"Count me in." Mu Han said.

"You ride on a horse..."

The leader of the group came as soon as he opened his mouth, and he was about to say something, why are you riding a horse.

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

I saw 300 yuan unfolded in Mu Han's hand, and said lightly, "I'll give you the money..."

"Oh…"

The corner of the group leader's mouth just twitched, and his expression became extremely strange.

Nima, what's the situation?

It's only 150 yuan to play a dead body for a day, and now this guy actually took out 300 yuan to fight for this dead body?

This guy got water in his head?

It's just that the group leader was just surprised. After a second or two, he suddenly smiled: "Okay, okay, you come... you come..."

He was able to get 300 yuan by accident, a bastard if he has money, no matter if this person is in the water or not.

The surrounding group... the group performers, the corners of their mouths twitched even more at this time.

Nima.

What's the situation? They're all group performances, aren't they all just for the sake of making a living? If you can take on a job, you can earn 150 yuan a day.

But now, this person takes 300 yuan and sells 150 yuan for work, and still suffers and suffers, making a dead body for a day, what kind of operation is this?

can't read.

They really don't understand.

Does this kind of thing happen these days?

An extra performer who was pushed down by Mu Han looked at Mu Han with a wry smile: "Brother, there is no such thing as you stealing a job..."

"yours."

Mu Han threw another 200 yuan to him: "Compensate for your loss."

"what?"

The group performers who were pushed down were dumbfounded.

The group heads watched this scene, and the corners of their mouths twitched again.

Nima, with so much money, why are you vying to play a dead body?

He twisted his arm.

Nima, it hurts a lot.

Nor is it a dream.

Mu Han followed the group leader and left.

Leaving a group... the group performers are messed up in the wind...

"Nimma, what is the situation, who can explain?"

"Emmmm... I think it's a rich man who is free and boring to experience life..."

"Hmm, makes sense, makes sense..."

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