Professional dismantling

After Zhao Yao changed his outfit, Yan Rui immediately handed over a wig. After a long time, he finally finished the wig and asked as he walked, "Do you like Naruto?"

Yan Rui nodded fiercely, "I like it. I have been chasing animations all the time. I also bought a lot of comics. If you like them, I can lend them to you."

Zhao Yao hurriedly waved his hands, pointing at a group of people who were gods, ghosts, demons, or beasts, and twitched his lips: "What kind of birthday party are you here? Why don't you just start a comic exhibition, a large-scale cosplay exhibition."

Yan Rui put on powder and lipstick on his face, "Don't you think it's very interesting? Usually everyone is very tired at work, so no one wins by changing their outfits, talking, drinking and singing happily, not very relaxed Is it?"

He pointed to the upstairs and said: "There is a hot spring on the top floor. There are many artists living here. The company rents it out for artists. The environment is not bad."

Zhao Yao looked around for a week and complained in his heart, it was too corrupt, it turned out that there were millions of people who were said to be acting in a TV movie on TV, and there were hundreds of millions of real people, just look at the rented accommodation provided by the company.

He tugged at the short skirt on his body, frowned and said, "But you are too unbalanced, everyone else is neither human nor ghost, and I seem too normal, and is this skirt a woman's?" ? It's so short, help me see if the butt is covered?"

Yan Rui took a step back and took a serious look, "Skirts are meant to be worn by women, don't worry, it's a plus size, as long as you don't turn around casually, others won't be able to see what's inside of you .”

Zhao Yao complained, it's not normal for me to wear a skirt like a man, and I'm going around in circles, I'm not sick.

Yan Rui handed him a mirror and urged: "Snapshot, it's so beautiful."

Zhao Yao turned his face to look in the mirror as he said, he was stunned, and opened his mouth after a while, "Why did you draw such a bloody mouth?"

Yan Ruite gave him a contemptuous look, "That's how goddesses are..." After finishing speaking, he tugged at his skirt, "How sexy, if you only look at the back, you'll fascinate many men like this. "

Zhao Yao rubbed his chin and looked left and right. He was really dissatisfied with this face. Man's anger was not obvious in the first place, but now it's a combination of paint and powder, and it has never been obvious. there is none left.

Yan Rui fished out two pineapple buns out of nowhere like a magic trick, Zhao Yao glanced at them and ignored them, "I've already had breakfast."

Yan Rui rudely tore off his V-neck skirt and stuffed the bread into it, "This is your breasts, not for you to eat."

Zhao Yao: "..."

"Do you know Monroe's classic moves?" Yan Rui asked him while pulling him out, "Just press the one on the skirt, remember to press it when you go out later, they will give you a little blow or something, take it easy."

Yan Rui led Zhao Yao outside while depicting the classic posture of the International Goddess in his mind. As soon as the phantom of Monroe appeared in his mind, he was blown away without a trace by the head-on gust of wind.

Zhao Yao was so frightened that he leaned straight against the door on his body, striding forward with his right foot in front of his left foot to form a lunge posture in an attempt to expose himself less, holding the corners of the skirts on both sides with both hands and pulling them down, Talking and cursing, "What the hell are you doing? This fucking name is Breeze. You're kidding me. You borrowed a blower from some production crew, right?"

Yan Rui was also dumbfounded, and he came back to his senses after being yelled by Zhao Yao, and hurriedly told the person who turned on the fan to stop, then turned his head and said to Zhao Yao, "Sorry, what they mean is to blow the wind slightly, not to blow the breeze .”

Zhao Yao's face turned blue, he stared at Yanrui and wanted to get angry but couldn't, no matter how he is a birthday star today, but he doesn't know other people, let alone lose his temper with a group of strangers, but it's hard to bear it .

He was so angry that his eyes were red, a voice came in from the side, and he was panting with laughter, "I...I said Yaozi, you red pants will be posted on the Internet early tomorrow morning Believe it or not, the same style of a certain treasure is sure to be popular?"

Zhao Yao turned his face to look at the person who was speaking. The person was wearing some kind of mask on his head, only his two nostrils were exposed, his mouth was opening and closing and he was laughing loudly, his two black eyeballs were rolling around. "Cannon barrel" is quite familiar.

Zhao Yao snatched the camera from Cao Wenjun's hand, raised his foot and kicked him in a swaying manner, and looked at the camera, his face suddenly turned black, he deleted everything in two or three times and cursed: "I don't know your grandpa Yao's birth year, it's auspicious."

Everyone laughed, Zhao Yao threw the camera back to Cao Wenjun, and looked at his new look with disgust, "What are you doing, this is a world of faces, you really intend to cover your face completely No more?"

"Get out..." Cao Wenjun glared at him with both eyeballs, "What time was it when you called me? I came a little late, and they picked out all the clothes."

Zhao Yao looked around and ignored him. After the excitement, people gathered around to drink and chat together. Zhao Yao found Yan Rui and asked him, "Where's your cousin?"

"You seem to be very concerned about my cousin?" Yan Rui looked at him, frowning in affirmation.

"Really?" Zhao Yao stroked his chin, "You blow him up to the point where there is nothing on earth, I don't want to see him."

Fang Anhe brought two artists under his command. They are a singing group. They just came back from training in Korea. They are very popular. They brought them here to participate in Yanrui's birthday this time, hoping to take advantage of their fame Let Yanrui also enjoy the glory.

Zhao Yao didn't have a deep impression of Fang Anhe. The lights in the bar were too dim before, and he only vaguely remembered wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with an old-fashioned look. Today, after seeing the real person again, Zhao Yao has another Get to know each other.

Fang Anhe and Yan Rui are about the same height, although they are cousins, they are very different in appearance.

Yan Ruixu was born as a model, with a wheatish complexion, but Fang Anhe was very pale like a piece of dough, Zhao Yao couldn't help but look at himself, thinking to himself, a man is too white to show his mother.

Fang Anhe wore a white tuxedo today, a pair of white boots made his legs look long and straight, and a silver wig on his head, presumably to match the look, the glasses on the bridge of his nose were replaced with colored contact lenses, and a pair of red phoenix eyes It is especially attractive when looking at people.

Zhao Yao stared at him blankly, but didn't respond for a long time.Fang Anhe was stunned, retracted the hand that was outstretched in mid-air in embarrassment, coughed twice and said: "I heard that Mr. Zhao entered Dusha not long after he returned from studying abroad, he must be very talented. Rui Neng is lucky to have a friend like you."

Zhao Yao got goosebumps all over his body from his polite words, such things didn't make President Qin bend, probably because of his mistakes in the way he spoke.

Zhao Yao twitched the corner of his mouth and replied, "I had a car accident some time ago, and my talents were all crushed by the wheels. Now I can't remember anything."

Fang Anhe was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Mr. Zhao is really humorous."

Humor your sister, I'm telling the truth, okay?

Fang Anhe turned his head and asked Yan Rui, "Didn't you say that your boss was invited? Why haven't I seen anyone yet?"

"The assistant called just now. There is an impromptu meeting. I think we will be late. He told us to play first."

Fang Anhe nodded, took the wine glass and was about to look for his two artists, when a hand suddenly reached out and put it on his shoulder, he turned his face to look at that person in a daze.

Zhao Yao withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and said with a smile: "I heard from Yanrui that Mr. Fang has done a good job in Xingyu. After listening to his description of you, I am really amazing and I admire you very much." He raised the cup in his hand, " Have a drink together?"

Fang Anhe nodded with a smile, "Really? Then respect is worse than obedience."

Zhao Yao glanced at the beer on the table, and said with a look of disgust, "It's only eleven degrees. My admiration for you can't be measured by this degree!" He turned his head and asked Yan Rui, "Is there no white one? Moutai What about Wuliangye?"

Yan Ruibai asked him, "Is Red Star Erguotou successful?"

Zhao Yao took the Erguotou and filled the red wine glass in front of Fang Anhe directly, and said with a smile, "I guess you don't have a white wine glass, so you don't mind it? It's better to have this degree, 56 degrees will make you look good in my place." .”

Fang Anhe twitched the corners of his mouth, and the way he looked at him changed, but he didn't say anything, he just took a full cup and drank it in one gulp, and turned the cup over to look down at him when he was done, his posture was very handsome , Zhao Yao almost wanted to kneel down and call him father.

Zhao Yao thinks Fang Anhe's handsome posture is handsome, but it seems a bit provocative to him, not to mention he was the one who poured such a big glass first.

He took Erguotou, which was only half a bottle, and poured it into the cup next to him, raised the empty bottle and smiled embarrassedly: "Oh, it's gone, then I will..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Anhe took out a new bottle from somewhere, and unscrewed the lid to help him pour it out, "It's okay, there's not much wine left."

Zhao Yao: "..."

There were already three or four bottles empty on the table where the two came and went, Zhao Yao only felt a burning pain in his stomach, he didn't feel much after drinking it, but now he has some strength.

Yanrui greeted the guests and called them over. Seeing the faces of the two, his eyes widened in shock, "The party has just officially started and you're done fighting? I haven't said the rules yet, how will the prizes be given out then?! "

"What kind of award..." Zhao Yao didn't understand what he said, and Yan Rui also felt a double image. His drinking capacity was average, and he used to get a glass of vodka at the bar to pretend to be in order to hook up with his juniors. The drinking capacity is really good. The car accident this time would not have been so tragic.

It was the first time for Zhao Yao to drink like mineral water, he didn't understand what Yan Rui said, he just felt dizzy and wanted to go to the bathroom.

Yan Rui tugged at him, worried: "Where are you going?"

"Pee... pee..." Zhao Yao broke away the hand that was holding his shoulder, pointed at Fang An and said, "Come right back, let's continue."

Fang Anhe's eyes are still clear except for his blushing. Drinking has become a part of his professional needs, which is nothing to him at all.

He nodded at him, "waiting for you."

Yan Rui worriedly reminded him, "It's the room where you change clothes, don't go wrong."

"No, no..." Zhao Yao waved his hand at him and whispered in his ear through the smell of alcohol, "Didn't you think I was fine before? I'll give you a chance."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Yanrui's reaction, he searched for his memory and passed through the singing and dancing crowd, groping for the toilet.