It’s too coquettish to open your mouth and then come another "divine comedy"
Really, no, I can’t.
You can smell a coquettish smell through the screen, not the sheep, but you.
"What’s wrong with the sheep? What’s wrong?"
Suluo continued to gloat and asked.
What else can I do?
"Ha ha ha ha ha"
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa"
Laughter kept coming out at the press conference.
Daikuili
"Are you ready? Hurry up."
"Oh, no, I need some special effects."
"Then I don’t care about you. Su Dao is frying at the singing scene."
"What Su Dao sings? Xiao Li left the work to you. I’ll be right back."
"No, I’m going, too."
Director Lin Ye’s legs are cocked up. What rubbish is suluo? What rubbish is Chinese poetry conference? I’ll run this. I have a dream factory.
"Plan the screenwriter to come in."
After thirty seconds, nothing happened.
Director Lin Ye got up and there was no one in the whole office building.
"Where are you?"
Yeah, where is he?
The press conference scene really turned into a concert. Not only the reporters were crazy at the scene, but some workers rushed over.
There are too many reporters, and now the hall is bursting, and so is the concert scene.
The webcast was completely out of control because witty fans ran to Weibo’s circle of friends and shouted that.
"The scene is out of control."
"The tip of the tongue China press conference pits the main scene of singing and singing."
"The old driver pits me. Oh, my God, hahahahahahaha."
"The pit owner didn’t mean the sheep’s waist."
"Crazy pit owner can’t stop racing at the scene."
This is the Internet age. It takes less than a second for information to be delivered, and the number of online users of DreamWorks main live broadcast has soared.
"90 million"
"95 million"
"One hundred million"
The new employee in charge of live broadcast control in the monitoring room of DreamWorks Branch is so excited that his face drops blood.
Of course, the old man will tell him.
"Hey, what is this? One hundred million is our boss."