MTL - Kiss Husband: Sweet Wife Is a Little Crisp

In the past life, Ou Mengxue asked her to choose B-King to join her team. The second task of the program is to dance. In the process of choreography, he is the creative choreographer of Shu Tingting’s team, except for music. The action of street dance is exactly the same.

Later, when the game was in the east, her coffin naturally became the target of public criticism. Everyone thought that her strength was not good, and she stole the street dance movements of others, so that the entire team was disqualified.

"Sorry, I can't give you a pass here."

As the voice fell, the surrounding dancers swayed. "Why? He is the world champion!"

"What the **** did she think? Just that person has been so ordinary, she has given it, and she has won the world championship... Does she know Breaking?"

"I didn't choose her before I knew it, so I regret it!"

The man's face became unnatural and seemed even angry. "I want to call someone because I wouldn't give me a pass because of the unprofessional reason. Just the person jumped into it and you gave it to me. I am the world champion. Can you always give me a reason?"

When I heard the man, the face of the coffin was cold and I was serious. "I know that everyone will be very controversial about this, but I want to say that I respect the music and dance that every player has prepared, but In any case, it should not be personally attacked."

"Do you want a reason? I know that you are king. In front of street dance, everyone is equal. No matter what champion or identity you are, just take the music control. You pay too much attention to skill and action. Balance (balance) is not at the point, like I will pay more attention to every very swag thing, maybe in other convenors, you will get a pass watch, but in my case, only Sorry."

The dancers who questioned her only snorted.

“Say well.” Someone in the crowd shouted.

Men can only leave in a hurry.

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"I was the first time I saw such a coffin. I gave 100 praises."

"The coffin is very professional!"

"Hey, who knows if she is doing a show?" B-King happened to hear them when he passed by, dismissively opening.

Ou Mengxue clenched his teeth and stared blankly at the coffin, like a hunter who secretly waited for the prey to be arrested and threw his food.

The show was recorded until three in the morning.

"The coffin, there is a ‘Entertainment Courier’ at 7:30, and it’s about two in the afternoon...”

"Except for "Star Warrior", all the announcements behind it have been pushed." There was a trace of tiredness in the eyebrows of Lingbi.

"Push it?" Ou Mengxue’s brain glimpsed, but she took the notice for her for half a year.

"This program will be recorded for three months. I just want to put all my thoughts and energy on this program. Shouldn't Ou sister want me to be tired of this "money-making machine?"

Ou Mengxue has a dim sum, but it is a very angry appearance. "See what you said? How can you be a machine to make money? Travel, I will push those notices and invitations tomorrow, at most. It is more to pay some liquidated damages, or your health is the most important."

Seeing the dream of Ou Mengxue, the coffin slowly closed his eyes, Ou Mengxue, this is only the beginning.

The most important thing at the moment is to find the stolen child.