The Idol Group Pet Became a Final Boss!

——【No, right? The national team players play the men's group dance music? ? 】

——【What the hell, is this person famous? I’ve never heard of it, okay, come out from where to give the vase to the platform]

——【There are people who don’t know Lao Mu? ? The black question mark face, are the kindergarten kids starting to surf the Internet]

——【Mah, old wood! The record holder of Huaguo Records' highest sales and the record holder of the number of viewers of Huaguo concerts. Do you think it is popular? ? ? 】

——【Using fire to define Teacher Mu is really insulting. Just buy a copy of Chinese modern music history. This is a fairy magnate who occupies a chapter, creating a new genre, a new pattern, and a new stage performance Style...Let’s put it this way, Hai 7 is a junior, and Teacher Mu is the ancestor, understand? 】

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It's shocking enough for the big guy to come out of the mountain, and it has been a long time to play with others!

The popularity of Hai 7's songs has surged, and the title song "focus" has swept the top three music charts with an unstoppable momentum.

The self-deprecating small group of fans, in a real sense, out of the circle!

There are also more people who have realized the appropriate cattle breaking...

Sanxian, electric guitar...two instruments with conflicting styles have been best interpreted in her hands.

It's incredible!

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manor.

After watching the live broadcast, Li Jianyu was still a little bit unfinished: "Oh, the photographers don't give us more shots for Yimei. No, when Yimei comes back, I will give her more shots! The beautiful and immortal pictures!"

Shi Sui lazily leaned on the sofa, his little brain axe imitating his movements, his soft body leaned against the pillow, little jio facing up, playing with his tail dangling.

When I think that I will be back soon, the atmosphere of one person, one cat is much more harmonious.

Hum——

Shi Sui's phone vibrated.

He took a look, and his long black eyebrows were raised.

[Little Rabbit]: Senior, my uncle asked me to drink, I may not go home tonight, please take care of the cerebellum o(*°▽°*)o

Shi Sui grinds his teeth lightly, taking his little niece to drink at night?

well.

very good. :)

Netizens in the live broadcast room noticed Shi Sui's abnormality.

--【Eh? Is the time actor angry? 】

——[It is the uncomfortable visible to the naked eye anyway...]

——【Big brother is so good like this! The sense of substitution is too strong, I feel that he will slam me in the next second! ! 】

——【Don't say I have started to move the baby! ! ! 】

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Nancheng, in front of a private bar.

This bar is opened by meeting friends and is not open to the public. Basically, only people in their circle can come in. The privacy is excellent.

Open WeChat in an appropriate way. Just now, all the brothers of Hai 7 have added her friends and joined a small group. At this time, the group message is at the top. Clicking to open is that they are sharing screenshots of Weibo fans, chatting and fighting Played the emoji package.

She hooked her lips, returned to the message box, and made a voice call to her uncle.

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In the bar.

When we met, we poured a glass of dark liquid for our three nephews who had just returned to China, and at the same time answered the appropriate phone call, "Soon, taste 82-year-old red wine!"

"...Boring." Whose red wine is still bubbling? At first glance it is Coke.

The **** and gorgeous voice makes people's ears soft as soon as they open their mouths. The burgundy shirt and tie have long been pulled aside, and the shirt is open, highlighting the cold and attractive collarbone.

"Xiaoxiangyi, you come in directly, we are right here at the bar..."

Xiangqi raised her eyes and shot her sharp gaze over: "What did you tell her to do?"

He said coldly: "It's really disappointing."

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//good night

//Explain, I said that good night means that the update is over in the early morning~ the next update time will be concentrated from 9 pm to 12 pm, and then good night is the end, everyone’s waiting and love, what?