My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Chapter 42 042 Protection

The host on the stage was hungry, rendering the atmosphere tight, and the drawer wiped out the sweat on his head nervously, saying aloud: "The winner of the best composer is-"

The voice stopped, the spotlight hit, and several nominees were swept one by one.

The middle-aged lottery winners who are forty years old are full of vigor: "The winner of the best composer is-good poetry!"

Along with the applause, the spotlight fell on the middle of the three rows, and the woman stood up, showing a decent and sweet smile.

The new rising star of lyric creation, Wen Shihao has three words. For the first time at this awards party, he was known to the media group.

Su Qing turned her head to see Jiang Jiusheng, how did she feel that there was a shady scene, the newcomer debuted, the first song was to be sung by the queen, first of all, only to hear her name and no one, the heat was copied enough, then the grand prize nomination, a gorgeous world, no shady I'm sorry for everyone's golden fingers.

Jiang Jiusheng talked about the matter: "This song Mo Bing has listened to me, it is very good." The eyes fell on the center of the stage, the woman was holding a trophy smiling, Jiang Jiusheng commented nonchalantly, "I have a hunch, she will be Another black horse in the music scene. "

One song won the grand prize, with the ability and resources, it is only a matter of time.

"After the Yangtze, the waves push forward," Su Qing looked at Jiang Jiusheng with his chin, trying to find a little wave from her face, but there was no such thing. That duo was still a lazy, light, and lazy person. Su Qing felt magical. , "Why don't you feel any crisis?"

"Maybe because," Jiang Jiusheng thought about it, very seriously, "I'm tired of this award."

Su Qing: "..."

Actually speechless.

If you think about it for a long time, Jiang Jiusheng won the best composition for three years, and it is really not interesting to award it to her again. It is estimated that the jury has also considered this issue, like taking advantage of the situation to change to a new face.

However, the winner of the best female singer is expected-the rock queen Jiang Jiusheng.

She screamed deaf, and she deserved it. In the depressed music market of the record market, Jiang Jiusheng used his strength to set a sales record for ten years. "Shengsheng" is rated by contemporary music as one of the most collectible albums, whether it is song, compilation, or singer's singing strength. , Are impeccable.

The lottery was backward, the applause was thundering, the spotlight was down, the face was wrapped, and the eyes were favored. Jiang Jiusheng, a pair of peach eyes seemed to smile, slightly converging.

She was not humble or overbearing, Shi Shiran walked onto the stage, her lips slightly splayed, with a faint smile, three points lazy, seven minutes calm, purple silk dress cut like a cheongsam, pinched a slender waistline, a lotus life .

What a cat-like woman, mysterious and lazy.

"Congratulations."

The winners handed over the trophy hands, Jiang Jiusheng said lightly, "Thank you."

After receiving the trophy, she walked to the floor-standing microphone, lowered her head, kissed the base, and then lifted it up. The auditorium suddenly boiled with applause.

The microphone's voice is turned to the maximum. Jiang Jiusheng's tone is still low and hoarse. Like when she woke up, it was her unique bubble sound: "My fans are now most concerned about my hand."

As she opened her mouth, hundreds of fans were silent.

Lifting the hand holding the plaster, Jiang Jiusheng calmly adjusted the height of the microphone and said lowly: "Relax, that is, if you fall, you can still hold the guitar."

When the words fell, the fans shouted.

"Jiang Jiusheng!"

"Jiang Jiusheng!"

"Jiang Jiusheng!"

The uniform voice, no more, no less, three sounds, noisy, but unobtrusive, Jiang Jiusheng's fans approached idols, learning Jiang Jiusheng's arrogance.

Finally, it was the award-winning speech, which was Jiang Jiusheng's consistent style, simple and straightforward.

"Thank you the organizer, thank you fans." Bending over to pay tribute, she smiled, did not speak much or grab the spotlight, "I am Jiang Jiusheng."

As always, the clouds are light and windy, and the arrogance and handsomeness as always.

The audience burst into shouts at the right time: "Sir Grandpa, I will give you a monkey!"

host:"……"

How to connect this crop?

"If I can," Jiang Jiusheng blinked peachy eyes toward the fan's phalanx, "if my future husband doesn't mind."

Eyes are like cut pupils, Gu Panshenghui.

Really enough to hook people.

The male presenter withdrew his unconscious stunned eyes and quickly grasped the topic: "What type does Shengsheng like?"

Jiang Jiusheng thought about it and answered honestly: "Hands are beautiful."

The male host looked down at his hand and couldn't take it anymore. Of course, there was no need for an active atmosphere anymore, and the scene was boiling.

In the guest room, listen carefully, someone is whispering.

"This is the first time Jiang Jiusheng has won the best female singer?"

"the third time."

"It seems that the Chinese music scene is about to become the world of light rock."

Three or two women, both singers, have a bit of sourness in and out of the words, but when they think of being a public place, their arrogance is converging, and they do n’t want to.

"The taste of the audience is getting more and more vulgar."

As soon as the man finished speaking, the back of the chair was kicked by someone. He turned back dissatisfiedly, and his mouth was about to open. When he saw someone, he immediately slammed his flag.

"Small Feng." The man lowered his voice, how could there be arrogance just now.

Zheng Yi, a singer under Qin's Entertainment, has been tepid for five years since his debut.

Yuwen charged and raised his eyelids, throwing a sentence without saltiness: "When is Tianyu nobody?"

"..."

Tianyu ’s Feng Shaohu was short, which was famous, especially for Jiang Jiusheng, who was a pet of a pro-girlfriend, and it did n’t hurt enough to rest in his eyes.

Zheng Yi turned his head silently.

But it's not over yet.

In the front row, Xie Dang came down from the VIP seat, found a seat, and glanced back at Zheng Yi.

"Can you play the guitar?"

Zheng Yi hesitated and shook his head.

"Will you play the cello?"

Shaking his head again, his face was dark.

Xie Dang leaned sideways and put one hand on the back of the chair: "How about writing lyrics?"

Zheng Yi couldn't answer, and he looked completely earthy.

Xie Dang held the corner of his mouth and laughed: "Jiang Jiusheng will all know." He leaned forward and lay on the back of the chair. Hanger Lang didn't take a straight eye. "She is not vulgar than you, but you are better than him."

Zheng Yi was so sweaty that he couldn't catch a word.

Xie's little son, who dares to mess with the music scene.

The camera suddenly came over, Xie Dang was all right, and he hooked the corner of the mouth towards the camera, but in a suit, he smiled in a demonish manner, lowered his voice, and opened his lips gently: "If you say something to her again, I will use the violin piano Bow pulls your face into a South American grass mud horse, and then goes to my home to thank the old man to complain, he knows all the world, one person trips you, and you can fall alive! "

Zheng Yi: "..."

"It's time for me to draw the prize." Xie Dang stood lazily and waved at the camera.

The female singer beside praised the sentence: "Teacher Xie, your hands are really beautiful."

Xie Dang bends his mouth and smiles harmlessly: "Of course."

Do you know how to coax Xiejia Xiaogong to be happy? Praise his hand! Boast to death! Did you get the skill?

Xie Xiaogong lifted a natural wool roll and went to the stage to draw the prize.

The entire awards show lasted for an hour and a half. The host had excellent control of the field. It closed at 9:30 on time and went smoothly step by step. If you want to catch a few special bursts, singer Xu Qingjiu is counted as one.

Xu Qingjiu's midfielder suddenly left the show and then never showed up again. The most popular male singer was his agent who took the stage to receive the award. The official statement was: Sudden discomfort.

"Suddenly uncomfortable?" Su Qing chuckled, "What a big name."

These two people really pointed their needles at Maimang.

After the guests in the awards hall had almost retired, Jiang Jiusheng stood up slowly: "I just wanted to ask, how did the pants come from?"

Su Qing put his hands in his trouser pockets: "The men grabbed them in the toilet."

Jiang Jiusheng glanced a few times: "A little familiar."

"I think too." Su Qing tweeted and pulled the fat pants on his body, quite satisfied. "Good, taste is fine."

The two just pushed the door out of the award hall, and they came over with a roar on the ground.

"Su Qing!"

Shi Jin: Should I play?

President Gu: Please be calm.

Shi Jin: You can get away.

President Gu: Ship drama is free.

Shi Jin: Little Zuzong.

President Gu: Hey! Then call the president to listen.

Shi Jin: ...

President Gu: When will the boat show come on?

Shi Jin: President.

President Gu: You can start to prepare the sheets.

Shi Jin: Are three enough?

President Gu: Seven Articles!

The above is pure spoof. Is Shi Jin in my family the kind of person who doesn't need to exercise for the sake of boat show? I do n’t know, anyway, I am the kind of person who threatens you to call me the fairy lord of the ship with a boat show!

(End of this chapter)