Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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It’s strange to be a big fan and take a cell phone to shoot someone else.

This is the most realistic voice of Luo Dian's heart, but because the ink dyed has gone through her performance of 'swiping through the house', she can't shoot it.

He held his chicken leg in his left hand and held his mobile phone in his right hand, waiting for the moment of ink dyeing and passing him.

But just as she was about to press the shutter, the boy in a white shirt slowly lifted her head and looked in the direction of her lens without warning.

Looking at the screen of the dust, the whole person is stiff in place, there is a feeling of instant suffocation.

So many people around him took his mobile phone to shoot him, but he just looked at her direction, and still so deep and focused.

In my heart, I slammed it, and pressed a few shutters in a random way to quickly close the phone.

Wen Yanchen also withdrew her gaze as she put down her mobile phone.

He knew the girl, who met once in the Xiao Hutong breakfast shop that day.

Her voice... very special.

In particular, it makes people feel inexplicably familiar.

The sound of whispering around the people eating melons is endless, and she is very clear about the few of her closest to her.

"Ah! I just took the warm grass, he is facing my lens!"

"It’s obviously right for me! Your place where your eyes are completely focused is not right!"

"Cut, then you are not right!"

......

Playing the ink stain of 'passing by the side', like a phoenix rushed to her side and asked: "Is it photographed?"

"Yeah." Luo dusted the chicken legs while handing the phone to her.

"I am going to--" Ink dyed a stunned look and looked at Luo Ding: "How do I feel that Wen Xuechang is completely looking at the camera!"

"Is it?" Luo dusted the corners of his mouth and gently pointed a group of people behind his fingers and smiled: "They also said so."

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There are not many classes in the afternoon, and classes will be taken at four o'clock.

Ink dye said to go to the dubbing agency to report, let her go with her.

It’s still early to see the dust, and I went together.

Unexpectedly, let her prove again: the world of the plane is always so small.

She is quite surprised by the high-quality dubbing community, and the professional dubbing room.

After all, to create such a room, the amount of money spent is absolutely no.

The original voice room of the main house was made in 7788, more than 50,000 yuan.

In this way, this dubbing agency is still professional.

"Hello!" The receptionist was dyed by a blonde lady who was very sweet and polite.

"Hello, I am ink dyed."

"Oh - it's with anime!"

"Hmm."

"follow me."

Miss Blonde took them to a conference room in an oversized room and said, "They have already started! Our president is strict, and people from our company are waiting here."

"Good." Luo Dust gently nodded, said: The president is really weird!

The sound insulation effect of the conference room was not very good. Luo Dinghui could obviously hear the ink dyed and was screamed as soon as he entered. "What time is there? Is there a concept of punctuality?

Only for a moment, Luo Dianchen’s impression of this president is only poor!

She didn't change her mind until she saw the ink stained and depressed.

"What is the situation with you?" Luo whispered and asked the ink dyed.

She hasn't answered yet, and there is a tall girl next to her who licks her big curly hair to answer her.

"Don't look at your own abilities, but dare to come to the dubbing agency. Is it funny?"