Chapter 4809: Looks, but also a part of strength

Looking at the coveted expression of the other party, Zhao Yuanjing said, "Do

you think I have to rely on my face to eat?"

"Why not? Do you think everyone can eat on their face? A beautiful face is a

gift from God, and it's your fault for being violent."

Bao Xin said plausibly.

Zhao Yuanjing thought for a while: "But I'm still willing to rely on strength

to feed."

"Fool!" Bao Xinyu retorted, "beautiful looks are also part of your strength! I

don't understand, why do everyone think that looks are not strength? It is

very hard for you to grow into a face like you! "

Zhao Yuanjing laughed and said: "Well, I will seriously consider your

suggestions. But at the moment, the exam is the most important to me."

"Hey, then, if you want to be an artist, I'll be your manager?"

"good."

"Did you agree?" Bao Xinyu's eyes lit up, "Zhao Xiaojing, a manly man, we have

to talk and count. Don't kick me away when you become red."

Zhao Yuanjing said seriously: "I'm not that kind of person. But first, you can

call my real name, Zhao Yuanjing."

"The real name? Oh, you mean the stage name, indeed, Zhao Xiaojing is too

ordinary..."

"I should go, see you next time."

When the taxi called by Zhao Yuanjing arrived, he ignored Bao Xinyu's words,

and got into the car with his bag on his back.

"Speaking counts!" Bao Xinyu shouted to him.

"I see." Zhao Yuanjing stretched out his hand from the car window and waved

his hand.

A few minutes later, his cell phone rang.

It was Bao Xinyu's message. She said: "In fact, the entertainment industry is

not all dirty. You can just do performance art without getting into it, and

get the reward you deserve."

"Okay, I will consider."

After Zhao Yuanjing replied, he looked at the phone and found that Yun Dai's

name was still there.

But he knew that the information could not be sent out.

The little girl is still so angry.

Zhao Yuanjing felt a little regretful, but not so regretful.

After all, it was... quite happy to kiss the little girl's mouth.

With such contradictory thoughts, he was completely unaware that the driver

was dozing off his head little by little.

By the time he realized it, it was too late.

The driver stepped on the accelerator and slammed into the stone pier on the

side of the road.

Zhao Yuanjing suddenly raised his head, grabbed the steering wheel, and

shouted, "Don't turn the direction yet!"

The driver woke up instantly.

He paled in shock, and hurriedly turned the steering wheel desperately.

The taxi drifted, turned sharply, banged into a black car oncoming, and

rumbling to the side of the road.

Zhao Yuanjing was sitting in the passenger seat. Although he was wearing a

seat belt, he was still thrown into a black spot.

There are many sounds around.

But all are a bit vague.

Zhao Yuanjing could feel something hot, running down his forehead and dripping

onto his eyes.

He knew it was blood.

He wanted to raise his hand to wipe the blood off.

However, the body was completely unable to move.

There was a rapid, piercing sound in his ears, and then, he didn't know

anything.

When he woke up again, he found himself in a white room with a slightly

pungent smell on the end of his nose.

Seeing him open his eyes, a woman in a white dress walked up quickly, watched

him a few times, and asked, "How do you feel?"

Zhao Yuanjing moved his hands and was able to move.

Legs can also be used.

Except for a little dizziness, no discomfort.

So he shook his head and asked, "Where is this?"