After Becoming a Little |

But some things cannot be obtained with money. It depends on whether the work follows the trend and whether it suits your own style. Otherwise, those famous so-called big stars will not be able to grab some works or After the role, he was sprayed so that his mother didn't know him.

What's more, Aunt Chen knows that she doesn't have much money here...

But when facing the clear eyes of that young girl who should theoretically be young and ignorant, Aunt Chen didn't know why, but she felt terrified that her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys could be seen through by the other party's glance.

So she subconsciously closed the booklet, and she squeezed out a stiff smile and whispered to the two girls beside her: "You guys... go and prepare for the performance on stage later, and we'll talk about it after singing."

"Yeah!" The Jiaohan girl nodded repeatedly, grabbed the sheet music she had copied, pulled her companion's sleeves and ran outside. They were going to the special audition room and tried to sing a few times first. There was still time, although they were in a hurry. A little too late.

Aunt Chen watched them run towards the door, subconsciously flickered her eyes, and glanced at the tall and tall girl not far away.

What was shrouded in the embroidered cloak, in her dazed eyes, was not a delicate and lovely little white flower, but an ethereal mountain so lofty that the top could not be seen...

Subconsciously shaking her head, she squeezed out a polite smile, thought for a while and gestured to the booklet in her hand: "This... can I take a closer look?"

"Yes." Aliya nodded, and put a cup of freshly poured tea beside her: "Look slowly, don't rush."

As she spoke, she pointed to Aunt Chen's hair: "It's such a cold day, why don't you wash your hair at night and dry it?"

Aunt Chen stroked her coiled hair, forced a smile and said, "I don't have time for a while."

In fact, she didn't have time to wash her hair at all, she just rinsed the wine stains off her hair in the bathroom.

Aliya touched her nose and hummed, although she felt that the smell of the wine was a bit too strong.

Maybe this guy used wine directly when washing his hair?

"oops----"

An exclamation interrupted their thoughts.

The charming girl who ran to the door anxiously opened the door and rushed out, but suddenly bumped into another person, and fell back herself.

The exquisite girl supported her subconsciously, turned her head and looked outside: "I'm really sorry, I didn't pay attention just now."

"you--"

As soon as someone started talking, they were interrupted.

The second young master of the Nan family, who was dressed in white casual clothes, patted the ashes on his body, raised his eyes to look over, and said in a somewhat dazed tone: "Are you from that combination, are you very happy?"

"Ah?" The two girls from the SH group subconsciously looked back at Aunt Chen in the management room.

The latter's expression turned pale almost instantly...

"Yo, they're all here, that's good." The second young master of the Nan family smiled, stepped in, and looked at the room that was similar to a conference room: "Do you mind if we sit here?"

What he said was not an inquiry, but rather a sense of taking it for granted. He just walked in, pulled out the chair, and sat in front of Aunt Chen.

Aunt Chen's throat rolled, she stood up and lowered her head slightly: "Second young master, they are still young and ignorant..."

"It's okay, it's okay." The second young master of the Nan family waved his hands again and again: "I don't mind. In this way, you can do what you have to do, and don't worry about me—"

His expression is kind, his tone is gentle, but his smile is a little fake.

When he finished speaking and saw that Aunt Chen in front of him was silent, he showed a slightly indifferent smile: "Let's talk after the singing, I have time tonight."

"..."

"I didn't finish a few words before." The second young master of the Nan family thought for a while, looked at Aunt Chen's expression, and said softly: "In fact, I am really optimistic about you. You are very good, except that you can't find your own. Positioning - but there is no way, some things are born, even if you chase to death, you may not be able to catch up."

"Who are you?" A friend frowned: "If it's not the relevant staff, please leave here."

"Well... Dongshan University." The second young master of the Nan family nodded: "I admire you Dongshan University very much. In this way, I will donate a little sponsorship to your university in my own name—"

As he spoke, he took out the inner pocket of his casual clothes, took out a check book, wrote the figure of 20 yuan on the check that had already been written in other words, tore it off and put it on the table, and said politely to his side A girl said: "With a little thought, it's like I make friends with you at Dongshan University."

The gold worshiper Abai glanced at the check, then subconsciously looked up at Alia.

The latter folded his arms and watched the scene quietly: "Take it."

Why not give free money?

It's just that she didn't understand what the other party wanted to play.

Weird...

Someone came in suspiciously: "Where is the SH group? Didn't you say you want to audition?"

Then he saw the silent scene in the room, the silent silence of mutual care, which brought a bit of unspeakable treachery.

"Go, hurry up." The second young master of the Nan family quickly persuaded after hearing the words: "Don't waste time, go ahead..."

But the two girls, Jiaohan girl and Jingjing girl, were standing at the door, looking at Aunt Chen with worried eyes.

There is a certain kind of thought called 'regret', which breeds in their eyes, and they can be seen when they look at each other.

The other party's posture and appearance almost used the simplest and most straightforward way to manipulate them like a cat playing with a mouse—or in other words, manipulated Aunt Chen behind them.

Aliya sighed and tapped on the table: "Hey, this way."

The second young master of the Nan family looked over subconsciously, his eyes lit up: "This classmate, what's your name? What's your name?"

"Alia." Alia actually wanted to say that her surname was Ai, but when she mentioned such polite words with her surname, she felt embarrassed.

"Student Ai." The second young master of the Nan family nodded, "What's the matter?"

"Is there any conflict between you and them?" Aliya tilted her head: "It's a bit embarrassing to come here and chase after them fiercely."

"Shame?" The second young master of the Nan family seemed to have heard something strange, he plucked his ears: "I'm sorry I didn't hear clearly, can you say it again?"

"I said, it's a bit embarrassing for you to do this." Aliya leaned forward slightly: "Dou! People... How do you spell it in pinyin? Can you get Oudu?"

"...Heh." The second young master of the Nan family twitched slightly, and his smile brightened instead: "Actually, it's not a big deal. Before her boss asked me to drink, and then made me unable to come to the stage, I didn't intend to What to do, just passing by, saw it, and came to join in the fun."

As he said that, he took out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and felt that he had the bearing of a gangster: "I don't mind if they sing or dance now. After the singing is over, we will discuss it again." It's not too much for my face, right?"

"Oh, that's it." Aliya nodded. "It's not too much... But I want to ask, how are you going to deal with it? I mean, wait until after they perform."

"Classmate Ai, you are still young." The second young master of the Nan family grinned, showing his neat teeth: "There are some things, little girls should not know."

"Things you don't want to know...is it a shameful thing?" Aliya covered her face, her cheeks were flushed.

"Who knows." The second young master of the Nan family turned to look at Aunt Chen: "You think so? I don't really mind, this can be regarded as a better way out for them... It doesn't matter if it doesn't work, I'm not The kind of demanding person."

He took a puff of the cigarette, and the cigarette butt burned bright red, and then he voiced behind the smoke with some regret: "It's just that if I'm not happy, there are some things that I'm afraid of doing by myself."

"Hmm... this brother, how old are you this year? I am 18 years old." Alia sat sideways on the conference table, her amazing waistline stretched down, even the temptation further back was covered by the cloak , but it is also enough to attract attention, the dandies who are the attendants can hardly control their eyes, and subconsciously glance over.

"You are 18...Although you are still a child, you are also an adult." The second young master of the Nan family seemed to understand the meaning of the other party's words, nodded, looked up and down the other party's figure, but still blew out a cigarette very reservedly Quan: "I'm much older than you, I'm 27 this year, I'm a bit rich, I'm a—"

"Wow--ch--"

Some light yellow tea with the scent of jasmine was poured over, splashing the face of the second young master of the Nan family, and extinguishing the cigarette butt in his mouth along the way.

"You say I'm a child, why are you still smoking in front of me?" Alia frowned and squeezed the empty paper cup in her hand: "Let's reduce second-hand smoke, take care of the mentally retarded, and save the child."

"..."

The second young master of the Nan family looked at himself, then took away the cigarette from his mouth, put it on the table, spread his hands calmly, and gestured for the water stains on his body: "Do you think, Is it a cool thing to do this? The reality is not a soap opera...If you pour water on people indiscriminately, accidents will happen."

"It makes sense." Aliya took out her pocket, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the tea on her hand: "I'm sorry, dear brother, I won't dare next time..."

"Next time?" The second young master of the Nan family sneered, stood up and dusted off his clothes: "And next time—who do you think you are?"

"Wow--"

There was the sound of water, and the whole room was almost frozen in this scene.

Those servants blinked, their eyes widened as if they had been pricked, and they subconsciously looked over.

The girl held a paper cup in her hand. The cup was empty, except for a drop of water slowly dripping from the edge of the cup, splashing a dark camellia on the table.

The second young master of the Nan family stood there blankly, with the steam of tea still bubbling from his forehead, and white mist curled up, twisted and twisted on his head, and then dissipated into the air.

Aaliyah's voice was innocent: "If you can't do it next time, then let's pour enough this time... Don't you think so?"

The second young master of the Nan family twisted his neck stiffly, and stared deeply at Alia: "You are very good, really."

As he said, he stretched out his finger and pointed to Aliya's face: "You are the most I have ever seen, the most—"

He didn't say the last half of the sentence. He turned his wrist and wanted to slap it directly.

Aliya moved back lightly, and the hand brushed the tip of her nose, bringing the whistling wind of sleeves flapping.

Bai Jin suddenly stood up: "What do you want to do!"

The little brother Weiai paper man next to him grabbed his notebook and smashed it over: "Fuck you! I want to do it—"

The scene fell into chaos almost instantly, the notebook was thrown over and hit the second young master, those dandies kicked over the tables and chairs next to them, rushed up and grabbed the little brother Weiai paper man, some documents were overturned , The hustle and bustle, noise, the sound of moving and rubbing tables and chairs, and even the dust rising from the ground, are all intertwined under the bright incandescent lamps, mixing into a mess.

The boy who only loves the paper man was pushed to the ground by the other party in a handsome manner, curled up with his hands covering his head in a handsome manner, and was punched and kicked by a group of dudes in a handsome manner.

Some friends went up to fight, and some invited performers who didn't know the truth came up at the door and looked over. They subconsciously said something to the people around them. It might be accusations or gossip, but there was something in the eyes. Disgusting, I think this kind of chaotic scene is not liked by people.

The servant, the dandy, seemed to have finally found an outlet, pouring obscenities at the little brother Weiai, the paper man, insulting and beating him at the same time.

"Who the hell are you—"

"You are in your early years... are you in your early days..."

"If I don't let you see it today, you won't know the heights of heaven and earth..."

Aliya looked over: "Hey, is it okay?"

"I can hold it, I can hold it!" Brother Weiai paper man swayed like a boat in a storm, and answered with difficulty.

"Oh, he said he can hold it." Aliya spread her hands: "Keep beating, it's best to kill——then things get bigger, I'd like to see, who is your father today? , can withstand those people outside."

As she spoke, she gestured with her chin to the parallel auditorium facing the past with the large window, and in the relatively independent auditorium over there, all the people sitting in formal attire were in the prime of life or even over half a year old. A unified system can summarize the identities or fields of these people, but tonight, they are all alumni guests of Dongshan University.

The second young master of the Nan family curled his lips, spit out half a piece of tea sticking to his lips, and stared at Alia coldly: "Are you threatening me?"

"Yes, I'm threatening you." Aliya nodded: "So what do you want to say?"

"...Oh, yes." The second young master of the Nan family was silent for a few seconds, then smiled, and wiped his face: "It's ok... stop, beating people is nothing, stop!"

The servants then stopped, looked at each other, and turned their heads to look left and right.

Someone shouted at the person at the door: "What are you looking at! Get out!"

Someone spat at the little brother who loves the paper man on the ground: "If the second young master didn't say something, I would kill you—"

So Aliya sighed endlessly: "No, you guys are too low-key, ten years ago... no, earlier, in a few years ago, the villains at that time were like you, It hasn't changed in ten years."

"……What do you mean?"

"What are you doing? Give me some strength!" As she spoke, she patted the tabletop of the conference table in great distress: "Advance! Keep up with the times! Advance! Do you understand what it means to keep pace with the times?"