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Chapter 449 Chapter 449: I am no longer serving you
Security is still maintaining order.

Su Sheng gritted his teeth, not daring to stay any longer, for fear that someone would rush to the stage and beat him.

As soon as he stepped off the stage, the manager scolded his head and covered his face: "What's the matter with you? On such an important occasion, you talk to me? Do you have any professionalism?"

Su Sheng didn't think he was wrong at all, and he said plausibly: "Who did you find me to write a broken song? How could I sing well in a week?"

The manager was about to die of anger: "Okay, even if it's really difficult, please be more professional when you talk to me, what's the matter with counting on the stage?!"

Thinking of the scolding words on the bullet screen, I suddenly felt dark.

Su Sheng put his hands on his hips, impatiently: "The lyrics are so difficult to memorize, how can I memorize them? Fuck you, I won't serve you anymore."

He kicked over the trash can next to him and walked away.

He just walked away, leaving a mess behind.

Brokers have a headache.

Xu Shengxiang sat in the background, watching with relish: "Is this the good show you said?"

Feng Cheng gave a low laugh: "Does it look good?"

Xu Shengxiang's brows and eyes crooked with a smile: "It's so funny, so silly."

The way he counts on stage is really stupid.

Xu Shengxiang thought that this good show should be over by now.

Who knew, Feng Cheng stood up directly, tall and tall, with a white palm stretched out in front of her: "Take you to do a great thing."

Xu Shengxiang looked up at him: "What's the matter?"

Feng Cheng's thin lips curled slightly: "Clean up the dregs of society."
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The largest bar in Nancheng, worthy of the name, is a place only rich people come to.

Resplendent and resplendent, luxurious and luxurious.

In the largest box, a man was sitting in the middle, his delicate makeup and hair were a little messy, and he didn't even change out of his costume for performing on stage.

Surrounded by beauties, he was feeding wine into his mouth.

The phone on the coffee table kept ringing in a loop, but he didn't seem to have heard it.

The mood has already down to the extreme.

The live broadcast just now, the hot search on Weibo.

Undoubtedly told him a fact, he was trampled underfoot again.

Still in such a distressed posture.

I casually flipped through Weibo just now, and the messages were all scolding him, and the people who read it felt irritable.

The mobile phone has been blown up by the company.

Lip-singing, spending money to find someone to write lyrics, all were exposed.

Not only Su Sheng, even S7's entire band has been scolded miserably on the Internet.

But it doesn't matter, if you spend some money to launder the whitewashing and get rid of the trending searches tomorrow, he will still be prosperous.

Don't want to think about these troubles for the time being.

The hostess, who was wearing scantily dressed clothes, leaned forward like a boneless: "Brother Sheng, your phone has been ringing for a long time, why don't you answer it?"

Su Sheng put his arms around her waist halfway, and slowly slid his palms down vaguely: "If you like to fight, let them fight, how can I have time to care about them?"

The girl leaned gently in his arms, and said coquettishly, "You are good or bad."

Su Sheng smiled and said nothing.

(End of this chapter)