Chapter 180

When the fans were most excited, Jiang Anzhi came on the stage.

He only wore a simple black T-shirt, black trousers with holes, and a silver chain around his neck was the only ornament.

Although the clothes are very simple, it is enough to abuse the dregs by virtue of their beauty.

The fans continued to scream, and then quickly covered their mouths for fear of disturbing him.

Ah, it's only half of the word, which makes the host feel uncomfortable.

"Let's give the warmest applause to our protagonist An Zhi today!"

The applause thundered wildly.

"Thank you." Ann nodded gently.

"Anzhi, as far as I know, you were still in the hospital yesterday. The fans are very concerned about you. How are you hurt? Is that all right? "

"Thank you for your concern. Just rub a little skin and rest for a few days." Ann's eyebrows and eyes are gentle, and she really can't see that she is suffering.

But some fans went to the meeting the day before yesterday. They witnessed the scene of the lamp holder pressing down and knew that the situation was far from as easy as he said.

But in order not to let everyone worry, Ann never said, just pretended to be very good.

Wuwuwu, they are dying. I want to have a rest! It's very satisfying to see him today.

But Anzhi is very dedicated, no matter it's introducing albums or interacting with fans, she doesn't show any fatigue at all.

The one and a half hour meeting soon ended. The fans haven't been out of the meeting yet, and the video of Anzhi's injured makeup has been hot searched.

In the video, the host asked Anzhi, "what do you think of this makeup?"

An Zhi: "the makeup artist is very professional."

Compere: "fans say it's rare to see you show your figure so generously. What made you change your mind

An Zhi light smile: "on... Brain fever.". I didn't get enough sleep that day. The director was confused about what he said. When I reflected, it was a foregone conclusion. "

Ah, brain fever is OK

Is an Zhikui so cute

Anyi baby, I want to sleep with you

Let's go upstairs and make it safe for me

Speaking of the injury on the back is very awesome. Add chicken leg to Mr. Tony!]

I'm the only one imagining that it's a real nail print

I scratched it

[a picture has killed me. I can't imagine what MV looks like!]

[I'm looking forward to the release of the album. Come on, my little money is ready to move!]

Jiang An's injured make-up video is the first hot search, and it's not only fans who lick their faces.

Zhu Mingming, a well-known pet doctor in China, happened to be browsing the microblog. When she saw the picture, she couldn't help throwing it to Feng Lanchu.

Mingming: tut Tut, my best friend is very lucky.

The beginning of the wind and haze???

Mingming: look at this broad shoulder and narrow waist, with distinct muscles. It looks like a high-quality Teddy.

Fenglanchu

Mingming: to tell you the truth, are you happy?

Fenglanchu: roll.

Mingming: hahaha, don't be like that. They are all medical students. Let's share them as research subjects.

Fenglanchu: animals.

Mingming: does that mean he's fierce? As fierce as a bird

Feng Lanchu: I said you.

Mingming: ah... I'm really a veterinarian.

Mingming: sister, your sons are all born. What else should I be ashamed of. To say that he is very fierce, very good and upright, how difficult it is to satisfy the curiosity of our melon farmers.

Fenglanchu: I'd better go.

Mingming: what... Haven't you had it for a long time? Tut Tut, that's not good. It's not good for the relationship between husband and wife.

Feng Lanchu: single Wang has no position to say this.

Mingming: crouching trough, personal attack?

Fenglanchu: the meeting is in a state of trouble. I don't know if you're warm or cold. The messy things come out quickly. Who has no heart.

Mingming: Yes, I asked right away. Are you not hurt? Are you all right? How's it going?

Fenglanchu: roll.

Mingming: hahaha, I'm going to have an operation. I remember to satisfy my curiosity when I have time. Is the movie king fierce or not.

Fenglanchu: fierce to death. Is that ok?

Mingming: lying trough! Death without regret!