Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 10 She's Flirting and Irresponsible 10
[My God, it's all about luck. 】

[I don't know who my sister Ling will draw, but Zhu Yu is the blessing. 】

[Actually, Qin Huai is also good, handsome, capable of singing and dancing, and has a common language with sister Ling. 】

[Pray that my family wishes Yu Bie to get that green tea girl Du Xiaocong. 】

[Biancheng is so handsome, the female guests are no good, only Qu Lingyan and Du Xiaoyu are on the table, what else? 】

[Qu Lingyan only has that face apart from being able to sing and dance, so don't yell at my Zhuyu. 】

[Hurry up to protect my Lingmei, black my Lingmei was bald overnight, and was fired on the first day of promotion. 】

Everyone also exclaimed.

"Can't you choose freely?" Bian Cheng looked serious, and glanced at Lingyan from the corner of his eye.

Song Ming nodded, and said in a joking tone, "Can you sue the program group for sexism?"

"Come on, who here is not a big beauty, you have made a lot of money!" Du Xiaoyu laughed out loud.

Lingyan felt a little noisy, frowned displeasedly, stood up from her seat, walked straight to the director, didn't look at the lottery, just randomly picked one, looked at it, was a little surprised, and clicked her tongue.

"Congratulations."

Zhu Yu stood up, and a smile flashed across Junyi's face: "Sister Ling, please give me more advice."

Ling Yan tilted her head, her hair was stroked slightly, her eyebrows and eyes were exquisite and picturesque, but she was completely indifferent and could not hide her evil spirit.

He glanced at the border city, pulled his lips, and snorted: "Naturally."

The rest also drew lots.

Du Xiaocong got Song Ming.

Xin Zhou Zhou draws to the border town.

Chen Qiutang drew Meng Jie.

Zhao Yingying drew Qin Huai.

On the first day, there were not many recordings, just a director, about 10 minutes.

After the recording was over, Zhu Yu walked up to Lingyan, coughed lightly to ease the atmosphere, and her cold face flushed instantly because she looked up.

"Aya, sister Aya."

"Are the concert tickets?" Ling Yan opened the bag that Liu Qing always carried, took out a stack, and handed it to him: "Here."

Zhu Yu accepted a stack in shock, guessed it, and estimated that there were about [-] sheets.

The lowest price for Lingyan's concert tickets is [-] per ticket, the better the seat, the more expensive it is, and what Lingyan gave him was the best seat, [-] per ticket.

Because it was so popular, it was fired by scalpers for eight or nine thousand pieces.

Zhu Yu felt hot, so he just drew two and had to return them to her: "It won't take so many."

Ling Yan just glanced at him without any emotion, Zhu Yu froze, and his face began to turn red again.

"Go back first."

There is always a low pressure on Ling Yan's body, and she is also careless when she speaks. Her eyelashes are drooping, and the eyelashes are very long, covering the emotions in her eyes.

When Zhu Yu came back to his senses, he could only see a low-key black Maybach speeding away.

Originally, the guests were supposed to live in the manor arranged by the program team, but Ling Yan didn't like houses with yards very much, so Liu Qing talked to the program team, and got a special permission not to live in the manor.

Back in the private apartment, Ling Yan picked up her clothes to take a bath, she likes showers, not soaking in bathtubs, she used to like it, but because of those things, she didn't like it anymore.

She closed her eyes, and the warm water hit her body, but she didn't feel any warmth.

After standing for about half an hour, she slowly began to take a shower.

Washed half.

With a snap, the water stopped.

Ayayan was silent for a while.

After a few fiddles, there was still no water.

Aya smoke: ...

Lingyan wiped it off indiscriminately, put on a white bathrobe, her hair was wet, and the foam was still not rinsed off.

Just a few days after moving here, there is no bottled water at home, only a half-drunk bottle of mineral water.

Ayano felt that she was going to be autistic.

I'm afraid it's a calamity.

Her body was also sticky and uncomfortable. She stared at the door for a long time. Finally, wearing sandals and holding a wad of cash in one hand, she opened the door and stood at the door of the neighbor's house on the left.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she rang the doorbell.

There were light footsteps inside, and the door clicked and opened.

Lingyan raised her eyes, and was about to speak, when she saw that person, her expressionless face showed astonishment.

(End of this chapter)