His entertainment life

The ending of this moment may be written into history, but it also contains many people's unconventional. Zhang Aoyang's victory for manager Wang is indeed worth happy, but a million fans idol actually beat Lanzhu city's leading Guo Xin, which is something he can't imagine in his life.

Just like this moment, everything seems too calm. It was as if nothing had happened just now, but it still laid the foundation for success or failure. The loser is laughing, but the winner has no expression on his face.

Is it not enough for Zhang Aoyang to win the simulation competition?

Of course, it's not enough. Zhang Aoyang never regards a short victory as a lifetime glory. It's just that this song really hurt my heart. Now he wants to cry. But how his nature is so strong, maybe tears to his eyes, will also quickly into steam!

"Zhang Aoyang, I didn't mistake you! You are a good girl indeed Manager Wang can't help sighing that Zhang Aoyang's ability can't be described by class. Although he is just a super idol of millions of fans, it doesn't mean that his claws won't go far.

From this moment on, manager Wang has been short of an estimate of Zhang Aoyang, because he never knows how far Zhang Aoyang's ability can be extended. All in all, it was beyond his expectation!

But I don't know why, people who are praised should be happy. Because no matter who is in this world, can not avoid the joy brought by praise.

But Zhang Aoyang is so indifferent to leave the room, did not care about anyone to look at his back is how the mood. Anyway, he is so straightforward that no one can restrain him.

Lying on the hillside, lonely holding a deep accumulation of ash smoke. He didn't say anything, just put his feet in the thin clouds.

The mountain is so high that the whole person is like sitting alone in the sky. In fact, he didn't know why he had become like this at this moment. He had no thoughts or thoughts. He just wanted to stay in such a state until late at night.

Because there won't be anyone here, including manager Wang. This is a mountain road that manager Wang is absolutely impossible to climb. It is extremely remote.

Maybe at this moment, he is the only one who can be so lonely and attached. But other people have to race against the clock in order to get the most correct attitude before the game and win the game.

This person includes Gao Gan. Although Gao Gan is not a member of the game, he is the controller of the game. Now he can only use the cold porridge and think about it behind closed doors. Looking forward to seven days later to see the light again, kill back to Lanzhu City, let Zhang Aoyang look good!

It's only two days since then. I don't know why he always holds a posture that he is about to leave the land of right and wrong. Maybe it's true that the jailer brought him a bucket of different rice when he came.

In the past, we only need to carry a very small basket to prepare porridge, but today we use buckets. Gao Gan couldn't understand. Is it because Hongmen has found out his conscience and wants to give himself a good reward?

Obviously, he thinks too much.

"Director Zhang looked at your ID card. Today is your birthday, isn't it?" The jailer's voice was silky, but his cold face should be facing the prisoner. Anyone would look uncomfortable!

Gao Gan didn't know why he looked at him, but nodded silently. Because today is really his birthday, the birthday on the ID card is his birthday.

"That's right!" The jailer gave a relieved smile, though it was cold. "Director Zhang said that it's your birthday and I'll make some delicious food for you." Gao Gan's eyes are wide open. Is it true that Hongmen's cell still has special care for birthday people? But it was clear that at the next moment, he was in no mood.

Just because the jailer's voice was still cold and his face was not pleasing, he sneered and said, "our director, you're so pathetic. I'll give you a better meal!" Before Gao Gan made his statement, his eyes were just very tired of staring at the emerald yellow toilet, which was hard to swallow.

"Tell you! Don't think about it! Hongmen doesn't come and go as you like! " After that, the jailer left the cell with an air, and he didn't even have a chance to look back.

Gao Gan is so angry that he wants to curse his mother! The original good nature of the jailer's total lack of literacy to get rid of the nonsense! Director Zhang! Hongmen's face is so big?

There is no way. In this continent, Hongmen symbolizes the world's domination, the largest ruling class. No way!

The reason why Gao GaN has to swallow his anger is that he is not the same level as director Zhang at all. Shouting can only make his death worse!

He can only stay in this cold cage for seven days, and find a way after seven days!

"Director Zhang, another bloody Zhang!" Gao Gan opened the emerald yellow toilet while spitting! Now a mention of Zhang, he will resolutely and naturally imagine Zhang Aoyang.

To be honest, if he really has the ability. The first one he wanted to kill was Zhang Aoyang! And is that kind of head melon seed also tramples into the thin mud, that kind of ruthless treatment!However, all this can only be said in front of the back. If senior cadres really have such abilities, they don't need to make every plan seamless.

Hong men is still a little bit human. On Gao Gan's birthday, he made four dishes, one soup and good wine. Cold cage can finally use this warm wine to warm the body!

All this is a little lucky for Gao Gan! But he didn't realize that this was not a simple meal.

When he opened the cork with a bang, he drank half of the bottle with a thump. Completely regardless of the concentration of liquor and their own endurance, in short, like boiled water to the death.

"Cough!" Gao Gan only felt that his throat was tight, and all the good wine he did was spit out because of his uncomfortable throat.

Gao Gan tightly grasped his throat, which was suffocating. Today's feeling, like a wire severely stuck in his throat like.

After a while, he had already turned blue. However, he could only bend down and tentatively put his hand into his throat to draw out the wire. During the whole process, I need to endure the pain of retching, and I need to insert my fingers into my throat bit by bit.

After unremitting efforts and forbearance attitude, finally took out the wire.