Quick Wear: Another day of being criticized for falling in love at first sight

So, it wasn't until the elevator opened that Miaomiao remembered to say "Hello" to the other person.

After entering the elevator, Miaomiao didn't plan to speak.

The young man who entered the elevator with her was good-looking and had a strong aura.

But because Miaomiao didn't sleep well last night, her head is still dizzy. Even if you put a plate of delicious food in front of her, she may not be able to eat it.

Not to mention a stranger whose face you can't see and whose appearance you can only guess.

It was the first time that Wangshu took the initiative to get along with a girl. In the past, others wanted to stick to him, but now he wanted to stick to others.

Therefore, he didn't want to miss this rare opportunity...

"You, like Wangshu too?"

Looking at the garbage bag in her hand, Wangshu asked softly.

“I used to prefer…”

Miaomiao said casually, shaking the garbage bag in her hand.

Wangshu's face in a garbage bag trembled because of Miaomiao's shaking.

After Miaomiao finished speaking, the elevator opened.

Miaomiao didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she walked out of the building and threw the garbage bag in her hand into the trash can.

That little brother just now had such a strong aura.

Being alone in the elevator, Miaomiao even felt like she was getting goosebumps...

But she completely forgot about this matter in an instant.

Naturally, she didn't know that after she left the trash can, the garbage she threw in was also picked out by the people who came after her.

A Biao stood not far away and looked up at the sky. He didn't expect that after his boss suddenly asked the prodigal son to spend five times the price to buy a house, he now started to rummage through the trash can again.

He even decisively rescued two garbage bags from it without even thinking about the dirt.

As a considerate bodyguard, A Biao silently took two steps back and pretended he didn't see anything the whole time.

Qian Lai, the agent, was also puzzled. In the middle of the day, with no progress in filming, Wangshu went out without even having lunch.

When I left, I wished there was a rocket under my butt, the faster the better.

But when he came back, he was in a low mood and holding two garbage bags in his hands...

Some of the posters in the garbage bag were intact but had glue on them, while others were shredded beyond recognition, with even faces and noses stuck together due to the stickiness of the tape.

But Wangshu was surprisingly serious and opened the posters one by one to assess the damage.

Only two posters remain intact, and the rest are missing limbs and covered in sticky glue.

A Biao stood silently by, watching the boss carefully arranging the posters with Qian Lai.

He has a low level of education.

Not very good at describing it.

But now, he felt that the boss who had rummaged through the trash can looked like he was about to break...

How miserable!

“My poster still doesn’t look handsome enough.

Look here, the hair is sticking up. The color isn't perfect.

...Not as pretty as me.”

Wangshu looked up at A Biao and Qian Lai in front of him, pointed at the poster in his hand, which had half of the shoulder torn off, leaving only the head intact, and commented with a threatening look on his face.

He would never admit that he was rejected by his beloved girl.

When there was a filming task, Wangshu did not act recklessly. The director said there was a two-hour break at noon, so he took a car and went there directly.

He even deliberately only wore a mask and a hat, without doing too much disguise.

I thought of all the possibilities, but I never thought that not only did she not recognize me, but she also threw my poster in front of me...

Isn't she her own fan?

Even a paparazzi or even an ordinary passerby should be able to guess what's going on when they see my half-hearted disguise.

Could it be that it was because it was dark under the lamp, so she didn't react?

Wangshu was arranging the posters while finding excuses for Miaomiao.

He just didn't want to admit that he, the idol, hadn't left much of a mark on the girl he loved.

Qian Lai is about to break down. These two plastic bags placed neatly on the table should be garbage, right?

Why would his ancestors sort through the contents of a garbage bag and even take each item out to review?

If the room wasn't filled with nothing but posters and dust, Qian Lai would have taken him to a psychiatric department to see if he was under too much pressure!

Wangshu didn't care what others thought and was still immersed in his own thoughts.

Looking at the emptied garbage bag, I actually felt a little regretful.

Why are my own posters treated as trash, and no one else's posters?

There wasn't even anything else she used...

"From now on, you can't fool me with this look."

Wangshu looked at his own poster with disdain for a few more times before he stood up and spoke seriously to Qian Lai, whose expression was distorted.

He is so shameless that he even has the nerve to wrongly accuse the stylist.

As a top star, it is natural that he hires the best stylist.

It's just that some people are too straight-laced. They take advantage of their good looks and do whatever they want. Ten minutes is the longest time for him to style his clothes...

What a shame!

Originally, Qian Lai thought that Wangshu's words were just a sudden idea after seeing the poster, until he saw his ancestor and started asking the stylist for sunscreen.

Qian Lai should have been happy that his ancestor was finally paying more attention to his appearance, but he still felt a sense of disconnection between reality and fantasy.

So, is he possessed by some evil thing now? !

After Wangshu finished styling his hair, he looked in the mirror for a few minutes and determined that his style seemed to have changed a bit. He looked a little like a puppy.

She should like it, right?

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