Your voice is very similar to my CP

Tong Qian looked at the screen in disbelief, with only one message in his mind.

south bank!like!Tong Qian!

That is, the Great God!like!I!

For the first time, Tong Qian really felt the feeling of elation, and that kind of joy almost burst out of his chest!He lay back on the bed suddenly, hugged the pillow and turned around twice.

At the same time, Mu Xiao, who was shocked by Nan'an's words, suddenly jumped up and shouted angrily: "I knew that Nan'an had no good intentions, why was he so kind to you in the first place? Attempt!!"

Tong Qian poked his face out from behind the pillow, and said dissatisfiedly: "That's an expression of true feelings, no intentions."

Mu Xiao turned a deaf ear to it, just walked up and down in the bedroom, muttering: "It's over, it's over, brother Zou is going to kill me, and being with you every day, actually gave you a chance to be hooked up by someone else!"

Tong Qian shyly said: "I haven't written the horoscope yet, don't tell Brother Zou just yet!"

Mu Xiao glared at him with a dark face and said, "Why, do you still want to tell him after the good thing between you two is over?"

Tong Qian buried his head in the pillow and nodded embarrassingly.

Why is it so tiring to be an artist who wants to sell himself so much! !

Mu Xiao slapped Tong Qian with hatred, then picked up the phone to check the time and said, "Get up and go to the set!"

"You stopped calling?"

"Go to the crew first!" It's impossible to call in front of Tong Qian, so he can say bad things about Nan'an!

Because of Nan An's words, Tong Qian remained highly excited throughout the day, but this excitement dropped a little when he saw Wen Hao.

"What's the matter, Xiaoqian, you don't even say happy new year to me when we meet?"

Tong Qian snorted and squeezed out a blunt voice: "Happy New Year."

Wen Hao glanced at Mu Xiao in confusion and said, "What's the matter?"

Mu Xiao shrugged and said: "Intermittent convulsions, you can just ignore them."

"Where is the convulsion!" Tong Qian said eccentrically, "It's obvious that some people don't care about what they say, so go and like it!"

Wen Hao instantly understood, and he said innocently: "I think that Weibo post by Pang Dajun is very reasonable, and he only liked it when I agreed with it!"

Tong Qian covered his mouth and couldn't believe it. He was surprised and said, "He said you were the scene of a car accident! Don't you mind?"

"The scene of the car accident, that's not bad." Wen Hao touched his face and pondered, looking at Tong Qian's expression of "Are you sick?" and changed the subject, "How long have you known Fat Dajun?"

Seeing that he mentioned Fat Dajun again, Tong Qian's psychological defense was established, and he said vigilantly: "What do you want to do?"

"No reason, just ask."

Tong Qian would rather die than surrender: "In this case, I can choose not to answer."

Wen Hao glanced at the phone and said, "Of course you can choose not to answer, but I don't know what to do next."

Tong Qian asked tentatively, "What are you going to do?"

"It's nothing, let me see which Weibo post of Pang Dajun is retweeted today?" He took out his phone and clicked on Pang Dajun's homepage. A Weibo that blackmails me, I will repost it."

"Don't!" Tong Qian felt that he was not a human being inside and out, and he didn't tell anyone the pain in it, "Actually, I don't know Fat Dajun that well, we are only in the same group, because I am also busy. Well, I don’t often talk in groups.”

Wen Hao looked at Tong Qian meaningfully and said, "Xiao Qianqian..."

Tong Qian slightly distanced himself from Wen Hao.

Wen Hao winked at him and said, "You understand."

Tong Qian's eyes wandered, "I don't understand..."

"You have to understand if you don't understand!" Wen Hao insisted, "What kind of group, pull me in too."

Tong Qian said solemnly: "We are doing dramas in a serious way, not just for fun! Unrelated people are not allowed in!"

"What drama?"

"Radio drama." Tong Qian was about to explain the science to him eloquently, but Wen Hao nodded clearly to show that he knew.Can't pretend to be a teacher, which made Tong Qian feel a little regretful, and he continued, "Since you understand, then I don't need to say more, I am not in charge of this drama, how can I just drag someone into it casually?" ah."

"It's easy, you just arrange a trick for me."

"Long..." Tong Qian rubbed his head and struggled, "Then I want to ask about this."

"Ask who?"

"The person in charge of the radio drama."

When Wen Hao heard that it was so troublesome, he simply said: "Why don't you give me the contact information of the person in charge of the radio drama, and I will ask myself."

"You still want to hook up with the great master!!!" Tong Qian immediately felt like a cat whose territory had been violated, his hair all puffed up, and he put his hand in his coat pocket and held the phone tightly.

Wen Hao raised his forehead and said helplessly, "Okay, okay, you can ask, just hurry up."

The make-up artist called Wen Hao over, Tong Qian looked at his background and said to Mu Xiao: "Brother Wen, is his head abnormal? Well, it's not right for a big star, and he has to go to match him."

Mu Xiaoyin said tentatively: "I think you are even more abnormal. Instead of being a good actor, you go to act in radio dramas. It's nothing more than acting in dramas. You really put yourself in it!!"

Tong Qian pretended not to understand what he said, and went to the dressing room first.

A matter of trust and loyalty!

Tong Qian took out his mobile phone while putting on makeup.After Nan'an replied to him just now, before he had time to reply, half an hour passed in a flash, and he didn't know if Nan'an would have any thoughts about his sudden disappearance.When facing Nan'an again, he felt a touch of shyness in his heart.

South Bank: North River?

Beijiang: (*/w＼*) Great God, I am here

South Bank: ^_^

Seeing the great god's signature smile, Tong Qian lowered his head and smiled secretly.

"Xiaoqian, your head is too low, lift it up a bit." said the makeup artist who was doing his hair.

Tong Qian felt that he couldn't continue talking with Nan An about topics that would make him more and more excited, so he squinted his eyes and abruptly started talking about serious matters.

Beijiang: My God, I want to ask you something.

Nan'an: What's the matter?

Beijiang: A friend of mine also wants to participate in the production of radio dramas...

Nan'an: Is he going to act as a co-star?

Beijiang: Just give me a trick.

Nan An: Let me listen to him record two lines, and let me hear his voice.

Beijiang: It is the friend who sang for me last time.

The friend who sang for him last time...

Sitting in front of the computer, Jing Cheng pondered, others may not know, how could he fail to guess the identity of the singer last time.There is already a Pang Dajun in this crew, if there is another Pang Dajun's mortal enemy, will the crew really not break up before the release of the second episode?

But this is a rare request made by his children.

It can only be... a dead fellow daoist will not die a poor daoist.

Nan An: I think he can sing well, let him sing ed.