Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

Ji Rao's wound healed after several months. On the day he was discharged from hospital, it snowed. As soon as he went out, it snowed all over the sky. Ji Rao's pale face could blend with the snow.

Ji Rao looked up at the sky, and the despair in her eyes almost spread out.

"Go back." Wu Zhaoyun advised him, "don't look. It's cold outside. You just left the hospital. Don't freeze."

"Why is there no sun?" Ji Rao suddenly asked a sentence without reason, "there was one yesterday."

Just like his world.

All of a sudden it's gray.

There is no color at all.

"Let's go."

"Wu Zhaoyun!"

"This way, this way!"

I don't know whose reporter fans found two people, carrying long guns and short guns around. In an instant, they were surrounded by a lot of people. Wu Zhaoyun subconsciously protects Ji Rao behind him and doesn't let people pat him on the face.

But reporters are like human spirits, see Ji Rao's face almost connect the camera.

"What's your relationship, please?"

"What's wrong with your face, please?"

"Is it because I've been with Ji Rao that I've disappeared from the entertainment industry in recent months?"

“……”

Although he Luyao's story is not allowed to be reported, Wu Zhaoyun himself is a traffic superstar. His every move can make a big stir in the entertainment industry. It's the same to ask him if you don't ask him.

Inexplicably, for more than a few months, no endorsements or advertisements were made, and no scripts were accepted.

Later, he was picked out and said that he was in the hospital. At first, he thought that he was ill, but later he found out that he was not. Until today, he finally knew that he had been in bed with him for such a long time!

This is interesting. Wu Zhaoyun can't see others in his eyes all the time. How come he's in bed and blocking the camera this time? There must be something wrong!

Wu Zhaoyun took his shoulder and felt the trembling of the people in his arms. He roared, "get out of here!"

Some journalists are not afraid of death, but want to move forward.

Wu Zhaoyun held the man firmly in his arms and roared, "I said, go away, can't you hear me! Believe it or not, Lao Tzu will let you go bankrupt tomorrow. Who dares to take a step forward? "

After roaring, the reporters did not dare to say anything more and hesitated to come forward.

Wu Zhaoyun helped Ji Rao into the car. Guo Shuo Shuo was driving in the driver's seat. When he saw Wu Zhaoyun coming up, he sighed deeply.

"That's what you just said. Tomorrow's headline says it's you again."

Wu Zhaoyun still didn't dare to touch Ji Rao's hand. He carefully sat down beside him. When he heard Guo Shuo Shuo speak like this, he snorted and laughed, "they fly to front by themselves. Do you expect me to give them a face?"

Guo Shuo Shuo looked up at Ji Rao in the mirror. He also felt very sorry to see that there was no anger in his eyes.

How hopeless it is for a musical genius to never play the piano again from now on.

The most pity is not that you have never reached that position, but that you fell down from that position, and then it's hard to reach.

Guo Shuoshuo sighed.

It can only be said that things are unpredictable. Her idol, whom she was reluctant to touch in the last second, was chopped off three fingers in the next second.

"Are you going to take the script this year?"

"No more." Wu Zhaoyun seemed to have thought it over carefully. He said in a deep voice, "if necessary, I'll stop filming next year."

Guo Shuo Shuo Leng Leng, after a long time to find his voice, "do you think about it?"