After the two hosts had a brief silent confrontation, Alex Qing stood in the center of the stage facing the audience, while Qin Luo stood a little in front of him, slightly sideways, nodded to the lighting effects team hidden in the audience, and said: "Thank you to all the audiences in the scene and in front of the round light for watching this program. We will take you into the mysterious and entangled emotional world of host Alex Qing."
What's so mysterious about me? Didn't I come out a long time ago? The only thing missing is a wedding, but that's because I'm too busy with work to take care of my lifelong event! Alex Qing wanted to correct this, but the music started, and the light moved away from the faces of the two hosts and fell on the first guest seat on the right, illuminating the dark seat on the stone platform, revealing a tall guest who he remembered vividly.
The guest was tall, with a three-dimensional face. He sat straight, almost like he had obsessive-compulsive disorder, and exuded a fierce and murderous aura. I don't know which stylist created his image. His short hair was brushed to the top of his head with hairspray. He was wrapped in a free-spirited scarf and a large black gold cloak. Surprisingly, he didn't look out of place like a foreigner wearing Chinese clothing.
He lowered his eyes slightly in front of the lights, but his gaze was as firm and fiery as ever, looking deeply at the clear scenery below the stage.
A phantom mist of light and shadow diffused on the high platform, showing the fragments of Alex Qing and him meeting and getting along in the form of round light. Qin Luo looked up at the person sitting on the table, his mouth corners slightly raised, his eyes flashing with hidden joy and contempt, and introduced loudly: "This is Mr. Wu Chengwu, the guest from Yulong Small World, welcome."
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