MTL - War Love Snow - Chapter 19 Bathroom fight

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The depressive little girl with her soul disguised as a man is pitiful. The all-round female artist Qiao Yu originally thought she was holding a script for the upgrading of the entertainment industry, and the rest of her life should be surrounded by fans, hugging from left to right, but unexpectedly she was surrounded by three The big brother chased and blocked, but he couldn’t get rid of it.
The genius novelist with future royalties of over 100 million has soft eyes: “I can write you any character you want.”
There is something in the words of the C-person of the men’s group that is popular with half the sky: “Their fans say that we have a lot of CP feeling.”
The crown prince of the group with a net worth of tens of billions boldly tested: “Xiaoyu, do you want resources?”
Qiao Yubenyu: “You don’t need to duck.”
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In the last life, Qiao Yu’s looks were not strong enough to make up for it, but in this life, the poor Qiao Yu has a god-given appearance, beauty and strength coexist.
It is said that the entertainment circle has been fighting for many years, and the appearance of Qiao Yu has finally unified the fan circle.
She is the omnipotent treasure idol.
She is the top traffic at the peak of her debut.
She is the rose teenager that everyone is crazy about.
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Q: What are your thoughts on being named the most sleepy male artist among girls in the fan circle for three consecutive years?
Qiao Yu: Eat less vegetables and drink more, everything in your dreams.

Content tags: Soul transformation Entertainment circle Women disguised as men Shuangwen
Search keywords: Protagonist: Qiao Yu ┃ Supporting roles: Ye Xiguang, Fang Qiubai, Ji Weitong ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: She is a beauty pageant boy.

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