Superstar Rebirth: The Actor is a Million

Wen Yang was startled: "What?"

He looked at himself in the mirror, makeup, headgear, clothes, everything was done, and he didn't realize what Fu Chao meant.

Fu Chao has already changed into a dragon robe, and the golden dragon python robe is worn on him, like an emperor who traveled from ancient times.

He just looked at Wen Yang and didn't speak.

Wen Yang followed his gaze and landed on his chest, his facial muscles almost couldn't maintain a smile and collapsed.

Cursing a pervert in his heart, the smile on his face remained unchanged: "Don't worry about the details."

But Fu Chao said seriously: "Details determine success or failure."

"You are the emperor, you have the final say." Wen Yang resisted the urge to roll his eyes, an elegant gentleman shouldn't do such impolite behavior in person, he smiled stiffly, admonishing himself in his heart.

The makeup artist held back a smile and found two soft fake buns, the kind of small toys that can be squeezed into various shapes at will.

Fu Chao personally helped him put this thing on his chest, and pinched it through his clothes: "It feels good in the hand. Director Jin's rigorous attitude is admirable."

It just so happened that Director Jin came over at this time, and said with a flattering smile, "Thank you, Mr. Fu, for your compliment."

Seeing Wen Yang, he was also stunned for a while.

If he didn't know that this was Wen Yang, he would really have thought that he had invited some beautiful woman.

Wen Yang stared at Fu Chao's hand that naturally withdrew from his chest, seeing that his face was still serious, he couldn't figure out whether this person was too thick-skinned or too good at acting.

Even after making such a vulgar action, he can still boast that it feels good without blushing or panting.

"Your Majesty's actions just now are really like the rumored apprentice." He rolled his eyes and said half-sarcastically.

Director Jin on the side was too frightened to speak out, and opened his mouth in shock. If he heard correctly, Wen Yang is provoking the cold-faced Hades?

Fu Chao seemed unable to understand the sarcasm in his words, leaned forward, brushed a strand of wig hanging on his chest, and sniffed lightly: "I can only blame my concubine for being too alluring."

So this is actually a line... right?

Director Jin caught the pampering in Fu Chao's eyes, he was shocked, his eyes widened as if he had discovered a new world.

Swallowing his saliva with difficulty, he said with a smile: "Wen Yang and Mr. Fu can play, the audience will be surprised."

He can already imagine a future in which live broadcast ratings break records.

Rubbing his hands, his face was flushed, and his smile couldn't help being a bit lewd.

The program team prepared props in advance, including dragon chairs and table cases, and the scenery behind it was also a picture of the interior of the palace.

Fu Chao didn't need to do anything, just sitting on the dragon chair was a beautiful landscape.

The audience even felt that he acted in his true colors as the emperor.

Wen Yang came onto the stage from the side with a basin of pastries in his hand, the exotic beauty instantly attracted everyone's attention, and there was a sound of breathing from the audience.

As he walked, the bells on his wrists and ankles rang crisply. He took full steps and walked slowly towards Fu Chao.

"Your Majesty, my concubine personally made cakes for you." He deliberately lowered his voice, the boy's voice was clear and bright, and after lowering it revealed a tactful indistinct gender.

There was an exclamation from the audience, and the twins rubbed their eyes, unable to believe that the stunning beauty on the stage was really their captain.

"The captain's breasts are so real." Xu Qihang whispered to his brother.

"I seem to hear the sound of my heartbeat." Xu Yangfan covered his chest, "Damn, this is too beautiful."

They didn't take off their costumes, Xu Yangfan was dressed as an ancient general, and Xu Qihang was a scholar who couldn't be loved.

Yang Shuo, who was wearing black tights, was standing next to them. Xu Qihang pulled off the cat ear headband on his head and put it on for himself.

Xu Qihang stretched out his hand to grab the fluffy cat tail behind his buttocks, and suddenly said in surprise, "Brother Shuo, why is your nose bleeding?"

Yang Shuo froze for a moment, reached out and touched his nose, the tentacles were bright red, he quickly raised his head and pinched his nose.

"You can't see the captain's nosebleed, right?" Xu Qihang grinned.

Xu Yangfan's eyes were also focused on him, winking and looking silly.

The jokes of the few people here also attracted the attention of other contestants, and there was an intriguing smile in the eyes of Yang Shuo.

"No, brother, this is not enough?" Someone ran on.

That person was sent by a small company like Yang Shuo, and his strength is not bad. Yang Shuo sniffed and slapped him from the back of the head: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"It's too hot, the clothes are too tight, it's just getting angry." He pulled out the cat's tail from Xu Qihang's hand, and glared at the two brothers.

He looked at Wen Yang, remembering that he accidentally fell and threw Wen Yang to the ground before, guilt flashed in his eyes.

Shaking his head, trying to get rid of the inexplicable thoughts in his mind, he swallowed unconsciously.

There were a few others who behaved like him.

Seeing Wen Yang's appearance in women's attire, they felt that they had understood the idea of ​​those stupid kings who want beauties and not country.

Who can stand this.

So the previous attack on the Western Regions was probably for the beauties there.

Fu Chao naturally hugged Wen Yang into his arms, opened his mouth to eat the pastries he fed, and narrowed his eyes: "Aifei is really delicious."

Wen Yang's heart trembled after his fingers were licked, he snuggled up to him, and lowered his head shyly: "It's obvious that the pastries are delicious."

Fu Chao smiled loudly: "Aifei is as delicious as the cakes."

He tightened his hand on Wen Yang's waist, and rubbed his fingertips, feeling Wen Yang's ticklish shivering, and the curve of his lips deepened.

"I happen to be in the mood for elegance today, my concubine might as well dance for me." He said.

Wen Yang's temples twitched, seeing the smile in Fu Chao's eyes, he fully suspected that the other party was deliberately trying to trick him.

There is no such thing in the script provided by the program group.

But now he is in front of the stage, stared at by countless pairs of eyes, he has reached the point where he can't ride a tiger. If he finds an excuse to refuse, Fu Chao will definitely force him to jump.

This man is not a man who plays by the rules.

"Yes, Your Majesty." He bowed sideways and walked towards the center of the stage.

This body is extremely flexible and has some dance skills. He recalled the dance videos he had watched in his mind, and twisted his waist without showing any shyness.

Fantasizing himself as a woman, he quickly entered the scene, pulled the veil to cover half of his face, Lan Huazhi's movements were not standard, but there was no sense of disobedience when he jumped.

Concerned about the two fake steamed buns on his chest, he didn't dare to move too much. If something fell out, the embarrassment would definitely kill people.

All the scenes are in the eyes, playing a charming beauty so vividly, the female judges on the field are watching intently, not to mention the fans who are already screaming with excitement in the live broadcast room.

Yang Shuo felt his nose heat up, and quickly covered it with his hand.

This anger seems to be too much, he thought privately.