Chapter 4811 Appearance Is Also Part of Strength

Looking at the other person's salivating expression, Zhao Yuanjing said, "Do you think I want to rely on my face to make a living?"

"Why not? Do you think everyone can rely on their face to make a living? Having a beautiful face is a gift from God, and it is your fault to waste it."

Bao Xinyu spoke plausibly.

Zhao Yuanjing thought for a while: "But I am still willing to rely on my strength to make a living."

"Fool!" Bao Xinyu retorted, "Beautiful appearance is also part of your strength! I don't understand why everyone thinks appearance is not strength? It's hard work for God to grow into a face like yours! "

Zhao Yuanjing said with a smile: "Okay, I will seriously consider your suggestion. But at the moment, the exam is the most important to me."

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

"good."

"Are you agreeing?" Bao Xinyu's eyes lit up, "Zhao Xiaojing, a man, we must keep our word. Don't kick me away if you become popular in the future."

Zhao Yuanjing said seriously: "I'm not that kind of person. But first, you can call me by my real name, Zhao Yuanjing."

"Real name? Oh, you mean 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.

"Keep your word!" Bao Xinyu shouted at him.

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

A few minutes later, his cell phone rang.

She took it out and saw that it was Bao Xinyu's message. She said, "Actually, the entertainment industry is not all dirty. You can stay out of it and just do performing arts and get the remuneration you deserve."

"Okay, I'll consider it."

After Zhao Yuanjing finished replying, he looked at his phone and found that Yun Dai's name was still there.

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

The little girl is still so angry.

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

After all, he kissed the little girl on the mouth, which made him... quite happy.

With such conflicting thoughts, he was completely unaware that the driver was dozing off little by little.

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

The driver stepped on the accelerator and crashed into the stone pier on the roadside.

Zhao Yuanjing suddenly raised his head, grabbed the steering wheel, and shouted: "Don't turn around yet!"

The driver woke up instantly.

His face turned pale with fright, and he turned the steering wheel hurriedly.

The taxi drifted, turned sharply, hit an oncoming black car, and rolled to the side of the road with a rumble.

Zhao Yuanjing was sitting in the passenger seat. Although he was wearing a seat belt, he was still thrown to pieces and his eyesight turned black.

There were many sounds around.

But it's all a little blurry.

Zhao Yuanjing could feel something hot flowing down his forehead and dripping onto his eyes.

He knew it was blood.

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

However, the body was completely unable to move.

There was a rapid and harsh sound of whining in his ears, and then, he knew nothing.

When he woke up again, he found himself in a white room, with a slightly pungent and strange smell filling his nose.

Seeing him open his eyes, a woman in white walked up quickly, looked at him for a few times, and asked, "How do you feel?"

Zhao Yuanjing moved his hands and was able to move.

So can legs.

Apart from a little dizziness, I felt no discomfort.

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