A Walk-on Actor Who Wants to Be A Baker

As Fang Qiao told Lu Yanzhou, he grew up in an orphanage. The orphanage has been for him to graduate from high school.

After graduation, I did not go to college because of my grades. Instead, I went to New Oriental to study for two years.

Fang Qiao, who thought he would become a chef, was taken to a singer contest by the people around him at the age of twenty. He has a lot of singing talent, plus the tragic story of the father and mother who grew up in the orphanage, and even went all the way to the top ten.

After the game, Fang Qiao was spotted by Sin Chew Entertainment, and together with the four trainees in the company, he joined a male group. It took less than two months to debut.

Xingzhou Entertainment is not a big company in the circle. It was established for a short time, and there are few wrists below.

At that time, Lu Yanzhou returned to China and took the smallest industry from his brother.

Lu Yanzhou took a place and invited all the artists from all over the company, including Fang Qiao and their new men's team.

When Fang Qiao first came, he didn’t talk very much. Everyone was always familiar with the new Xiaolu’s toasting, and he was hiding behind him. There was no sense of existence.

Lu Yanzhou was filled for several rounds and found an excuse to go to the bathroom to hide.

He recalled his face with water, and in the people who had just toasted with him, two young men grew up quite appetizing.

Lu Yanzhou touched the chin in the mirror, would you like to try 3p?

When the artists left the evening, a certain person in the men’s team received Lu Yanzhou’s olive branch, which was sent to him.

The little boy who received the card was dressed up in punk and wore three earrings on his ear.

Tan Yi said a few words in his ear, Xiaopunk snorted, and after throwing away, he threw the room card to Fang Qiao.

"Hold, Lu always waits for you inside."

Fang Qiao took a look at the housing card: "What do you mean?"

Xiaopunk stunned him and patted his little face: "You can be red when you wait for it tonight."

Fang Qiao is not really stupid. Hearing this words is a spirit, and suddenly understands.

Little punk took advantage of this hot potato and left. Fang Qiao stood in the same place for two minutes, and finally went to the floor with a hard scalp.

In the end, I was afraid of power, I didn’t dare to follow it, or I wanted to climb a high branch to make a canary. Even Fang Qiao didn’t think about it.

When he swiped the card into the door, Lu Yanzhou had already put on the hotel's bathrobe, and opened the chest and leaned against the door to greet him. When I saw someone, I suddenly stupid, how is it going, this is not the goods I want, how to recharge it?

Fang Qiao saw that the other party had no action, and his heart began to groan. For the first time, there was no experience. How could the gold master not be able to do so, should this kind of thing be my initiative?

The two were silent for a moment, Lu Yanzhou probably guessed what was going on, knowing that he was being played by a little star who had just debuted, and suddenly he was completely devoid of it. He smirked at the other side and waved his hand: "Forget it, you should go back first." ”

"Ah? Lu always doesn't sleep for me?"

Lu Yanzhou, who had a sigh of anger, was amused by such a straightforward sentence. He gathered in front of Fang Qiao: "Want to sleep with me?"

Fang Qiao quickly shook his head: "No need to use, do not bother Lu Zong, I can sleep on my own!" After running, he ran and was very helpful.

On the second day, when he arrived at the company, Lu Yanzhou grabbed the conversation and questioned him.

Talking about it is calm: "Do you know what the little punk is calling?"

"what is it call?"

"Song Aijun."

"?? Is there still someone who takes the name of this old cadre this year?"

"It’s really the old cadre’s family. I just knew that the red three generations, hey, fortunately, you didn’t touch it.”

Lu Yanzhou grabbed her hair irritably, and said, "Do it, don't touch it without touching it, it's not a big deal." I still remembered it on the little black book.

And Fang Qiao, it was already late in the night after returning home last night. He couldn’t believe that he was let go of Lu’s total. Fortunately, he felt that there was a pity.

After all, Lu Yanzhou is handsome, and if he sleeps, he might still be able to take the money.

Fang Qiao thought a lot of things, and he fell asleep after dawn.

On the second day, there was a dance rehearsal. Fang Qiaofan couldn’t take it, and rushed to the company’s practice room.

As soon as I opened the door, the four people who were still talking about laughing and laughing were quiet.

Fang Qiao entered the group for the shortest time, and they were not particularly familiar with it, so they didn't think much.

The content of the rehearsal on the same day is almost the same as usual. Fang Qiao can do very well. However, I slept too little last night. I didn’t eat breakfast today. It’s hard to avoid doing some work.

The dance teacher discovered his anomaly and stopped to ask him what happened.

Next to a very cute male member, "噗嗤" laughed: "The **** blossomed, what can I do."

Fang Qiao was stupid, and he subconsciously touched his ass.

His **** is good, and he has no hemorrhoids.

"Don't look innocent, the bed dare to climb, afraid of others saying?" Little cute man is aggressive.

Oh, it turned out to be this, Fang Qiao suddenly realized, but how could he know? Thinking of this, he turned to look at Song Aijun, only to see each other's arms on his chest, looking at the play.

Fang Qiao shook his head and was too lazy to explain to them.

After a day of rehearsal, everyone was exhausted, and the assistant contacted the nanny car early and sent them home.

On the way down to the parking lot, Joe felt a lot of pain in his brain. He only thought about going home to take a shower, and then sleeping him dark.

Who knows that the little cute man is a torn fan, and he hasn't let go of Fang Qiao before he got on the bus: "Hey, I still condescend to take a car with us. Why didn't you let Lu always send someone to pick it up?"

Fang Qiao’s brain is even more painful, and he can’t bear it. When he pulls up the door, he squats back: “You are finished! Yes! I am asking for a total sleep, how can I be handsome, live well, sleep by him. It’s cool once!”

The little cute man was shocked: "...you, Fang Joe, do you want to shame?!"

"He didn't make a mistake." Behind the crowd, Lu Yanzhou took a laugh and came down from a red sports car.

He was planning to go to a small affair. As soon as he sat in the car, he saw a group of children guilty inside, and then he heard someone shouting that he was alive.

It was so loud that I was in the garage.

Lu Yanzhou is not happy, this little thing is quite interesting, so I boast of myself, can you not solve it?

Fang Qiaoyi felt that he was quite aggressive. When he saw the Lord, he instantly fell.

"Lu Zong..." A group of people fought and the atmosphere did not dare to come out.

Lu Yanzhou smiled very cordially and touched Fang Qiao's head and said: "Let's go baby, let you cool up tonight."

Everyone: "..."

So in the eyes of the public, Fang Qiao was slammed into his own sports car by Lu Yanzhou, and he went away.

In the evening, Lu Yanzhou proved that he did a great job with practical actions. Fang Qiao also learned what he called **** blossoming through personal experience.

All are happy.

Fang Qiao was successfully taken care of, but he did not embark on the peak of his life.

As the saying goes, the strong twisted melon is not sweet, the strong group will not be red, not long after Fang Qiao this men's team will be dissolved on the spot, each running.

Xiaopunk and the little cute man immediately resolved the deal and went to the studio of a well-known director. With his excellent skin, he made several bad pieces that were not sold.

Fang Qiao did not have a self-motivated, or stayed in the original company. The agent didn't care much about him, only occasionally arranged for him to interview a TV show or an unknown online program.

Without output, the fans who had accumulated so much have gradually taken off their powders, and the performing arts career is bleak.

Treating the gold master is also not self-motivated. They say that the crying child has sugar to eat, and Fang Joe does not cry or make trouble. Even the pillow wind will not blow one. Lu Yanzhou, who is tired of coping with all the little emotions, is happy, and occasionally he is lucky to give Zhangka a feeling of being benevolent, and he will not be able to hold him.

It is clearly supported by the president, but still lives at the bottom of the entertainment circle. Fang Qiao can be said to be a clear stream in this circle.