Rebirth:The President's exclusive beloved

Han Dong'Er quickly thanks after hearing this, but he is not half grateful to Hua Yu.

Maybe she has experienced a lot in the entertainment industry. She thinks flower language is not a way to help herself, but a kind of show off.

She begged Luo Yuanfeng to ignore it. A word from Huayu changed Luo Yuanfeng's mind

Han Dong'Er clenched his fist and didn't even show his thanks. He went directly to the other side of the crowd.

Flower language didn't care.

Han Donger You'd better pray that you won't be selected, or I've ruined you.

……

The remaining two guests are Yan Youzheng, an old dramatist, and Meng Huang, a large screen actor.

These two people are relatively low-key in the entertainment industry, but there are a lot of good works. Fans may not have as much fresh meat as small ones. But in the circle, even Ning Le Shuang should respectfully shout out a word of respect to the elder.

As soon as he appeared, Yan Youzheng said with a smile: "we old people are playing with you young people. You should let us have some, otherwise we are not good children who respect the old and love the young."

The crowd laughed kindly.

The official guests Su Zhenyun, Nanjian, Xi Minglang, Xu mu, Yan Youzheng, Meng Huang, Sui Xuan, Dong Zifang have all come here. It can be said that all the guests have gathered.

When the elders were there, Hua Yu woke up the two artists of his family and made him look like a man who could be photographed. When finishing Su Zhenyun's hair, Hua Yu suddenly pinched his cheek: "crouch, did you steal food recently? What's on this face? What do you tell this is? "

Su Zhenyun: "that's proof of loving you."

Flower language:.... "

Su Zhenyun: "well, I'll tell you the truth. It's because I think you're not around, so I have to turn lovesickness into appetite..."

Flower language face expressionless one foot kicks him out: "go, give me disgrace, kill you to Nanjian stew soup tonight."

Su Zhenyun whined: "you don't love me anymore. The Lun family is not your favorite little angel..."

Nanjian couldn't bear to wring his ears and dragged away this lump of humanoid creatures.

The photographer is in place, and the lighting engineer is in place. The director Luo Yuanfeng reads a lot of names of advertising sponsors, and finally gets to the point: Well, our informal guests have also come Come on, let's give our little fresh meat a shot... "

The photographer carefully adjusted the lens, and a group of small artists waved to the camera.

Hua Yu drew back to Yu Jinhuai's side, put his hand into his hand, and said, "it's strange to see, right? Say hello to a camera."

Although Yu Er Ye has seen a lot and read countless people, he has never seen a TV series or a reality TV show. He commented sincerely: "it's not strange, it's stupid."

"In fact, it's not easy to have a good variety show." Hua Yu was playing with his slender fingers and said seriously: "after all, the interaction with the audience, the ability of temporary reaction and the sense of variety show are all very important. You can't do it. There will always be people who can see you wearing your clothes, and you can't really let yourself go. If that happens, you'll probably burst the idol image - after all, can you imagine your favorite star pulling Baba's nostrils? No, idols in the eyes of fans are immortals who can't Lazar... "

Yu Jinhui: "I don't have any stars I like."

Flower language:.... "

"Well, when I don't say it."

“…… We'll have a little game first. " Luo Yuanfeng had a bad laugh, and the artists were very upset.

Sure enough, the next moment Luo Yuanfeng announced: "please have a PK with the people around you. The loser will leave here."

All of them said, "well

This is what kind of hot chicken retarded game!

It's all about luck!!

The faces of the artists are not very good-looking. After all, who will be favored by the goddess of fortune for this kind of 5-5 victory rate? I dare not say.

even though he has to make complaints about millions of dollars, they have to fight to compete.

In Luo Yuanfeng's "start", all of us started the "scissors and burden hammer" mentally retarded game.

Yao Shan looks ugly.

She produced cloth. Her opponent was scissors.

The girl was so excited that she almost jumped into a warm samba. Yao Shan snorted coldly and squeezed her fist.

And Han Dong'Er was not possessed by the body of good luck and was defeated by the other party's stone.

The winner is secretly happy, and the loser is probably scolding Luo Yuanfeng as a fool in his heart.

Ye Mingyu said happily: "Oh, both of them have been painted down. It's a good thing to celebrate."

"Not necessarily." Flower language way, "Luo director always does not play according to common sense."

As soon as her voice dropped, she heard Luo Yuanfeng's humble voice: "Oh, it seems that I forgot to announce the rules of the game just now. In order to make up for the lost mood of the loser, they will stay for the second round of the game."

“……”

"But you just said the loser..." Some people don't like it."Yes, I said the loser, not the loser." Luo Yuanfeng played a language game, "you did not understand it."

“……”

We finally know why there are so many star black dwarfs.

Is Luo Yuanfeng a man in this program? No,

The winner's excitement hasn't been enjoyed for a long time before he is driven into the infernal hell. The ups and downs of the mood are just killing people.

And people are happy to play games with mental retardation and lose.

The winners left in anger, and a dozen of them suddenly eliminated half of them, leaving only eight.

Luo Yuanfeng then said: "then, let's start the second round of competition."

He clapped his hands, and immediately someone brought up plates of strange things.

Luo Yuanfeng said: "we have prepared some snacks for you, fried scorpions, fried bee pupae, grasshopper strings The rule of the second round is that the top four who finish a plate of snacks will win. I'm sure you will like these little things

Everyone's faces were green mmp！ We don't like it! Not at all!

Half of the eight were girls. Looking at those black, dead, ferocious insects, Dong Zifang on the female guest's side even retched, "director Luo's play this time It's big. "

She was a woman with a character like water. She said quietly, "OK If that doesn't work out, it's going to be harder when the show starts. "

Dong Zifang curled his lips and did not speak.

Flower language looked at the fried scorpion: "I'm sorry I want to eat it. "

Yu Jin Huai held her head down. "That's what people use to compete. Don't move. Be good."

"All right," said qu'baba