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"Director Gao, may I ask if you have signed the contract with Yang Ziai?"

Gao Kan nodded and said: "Miss Yang is currently our company's only singer."

Reporter: "Wow, the only singer, Miss Yang is so awesome."

Yang Ziai pursed her lips and laughed bashfully: "How can I be amazing, Director Gao is the one who is praising me."

Journalist: "Director Gao, we know that" Inborn Singer "has a lot of outstanding singers on it, such as the Orb Yi Shanshan. Why did you sign the contract with Miss Yang alone? Is E.G. going to endorse singers in the future? "

Gao Kan looked at Yang Ziai, his eyes filled with praise and appreciation, and said: "Of course, E.G. welcomes every outstanding creator, especially ones like Zi Qing who work hard to advance and keep their feet on the ground. "Unlike some talent show singers who try to use some illegal methods to get their hands on resources just because they are wealthy, this kind of person is the one that I hate the most!"

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I know that I have a very bad impression of him, but he actually said that Yang Ziai "strived hard to improve, to keep her feet on the ground"?

EXM?

Was he crippled?

Right now, I really hate Gao Kan.

I shut down the video in a huff and threw my phone to the side. I no longer had the mood to watch the script, so I turned on the TV, switched on the BBC Record Channel, closed my eyes, listened to the sound, and fell asleep on the sofa.

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Because there was something on his mind, he could not sleep soundly. He could not stop dreaming. In his dreams, there were blurry human faces and bustling voices.

It was probably because I was too engrossed with the immortal show. For some reason, I kept feeling that an evil spirit was lingering around me. In the midst of the void and chaos, I couldn't differentiate between north, south, east, and south.

Suddenly, Gao Kan was covered in armor, stepping on a rainbow cloud he appeared. He was a valiant god with a godly axe, slashing the void and the Primal Chaos in half.

He came to my rescue.

In the dream, his face that was still young and tender, still moved me. I didn't hate him at all, and when I thought of the past, my heart warmed.

The empty bastard is gone. He's not cold at all, he doesn't hate me, his eyes are still gentle.

I sprinted forward and wrapped my arms around his neck. He took my hand, his skin burning hot from the touch. He pulled me through the demons and ghosts and flew to the ninth heaven.

At this moment, I felt that I loved him to death.

Love is wonderful.

How good it was not to wake up.

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However, I woke up. The thick and heavy smell of smoke in the air made me feel extremely uncomfortable. I reluctantly opened my eyes, covered my mouth and nose and started to cough.

Because I've been in water before, I have some sequelae in my lungs that I can't smell.

After coughing for a long time, I held onto the air-conditioned quilt to recover my wits.

The lights in the living room were switched off by the Auntie Li, leaving only the two lamps by the entrance. A blurry figure was seen sitting opposite of the sofa that I was sleeping on.

He was curled up in a large single sofa, shrouded in shadows. He did not move at all and seemed to be asleep. On the armrest of the sofa, there was a burning firework between his fingers.

Other than Gao Kan, who else could possibly appear in the villa and smoke?

I feel a little resentful when I think back to that beautiful dream just now.

I hate myself for dreaming.

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Carrying the blanket, I tiptoed to my feet, intending to go back to the window and sleep on the tatami.

Behind him, Gao Kan let out a heavy sigh.

It was accompanied by a strong smell of smoke and alcohol.

I couldn't help but look back and see that the smoke in his fingers was almost at its end, probably very drunk, and he didn't notice at all.