Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 13 She's Flirting and Irresponsible 13
"Eh?"

He Lu's cold and soft voice blocked Lingyan's footsteps.

Ling Yan was stunned in place, without turning her head, her long black eyelashes slightly raised, revealing her cold eyes.

Her lips are beautiful, without bright lipstick, she is less aggressive, and her original pink lips are matched with her delicate face, making her look innocent and pitiful.

Her eyes moved, she pulled her lips, the smile on her face was cold and a little bit bad.

Turning around, lifting his chin slightly, he snorted.

"how?"

"Want me to take you to work?"

He Lu put one hand on his trouser pocket, stood in an unserious posture, and looked up lazily. Hearing this sentence, he raised his head and gave a chuckle.

The dark brows raised slightly: "Then let's go."

Aya smoke: ...

The expression on Lingyan's face almost froze, and she glared at him.

Pursing her lips, she took a deep look at him, turned around and quickly stepped into the elevator.

Lingyan pressed the elevator button a few times, and saw that the elevator doors on both sides were about to close.

Suddenly, a white hand stretched out to block it.

The elevator rang with a piercing bell.

Ling Yan silently took a step to the side.

An extra person came and stood beside her, the scent lingering at the tip of her nose was very strong and very comfortable, and the cruel look in Ling Yan's eyes faded a bit.

He Lu was about a head taller than Lingyan, he lowered his head and glanced, and took the initiative to bring up the topic.

"Are you going to form a couple with Zhu Yu in the variety show?"

When Lingyan heard this neutral sentence, she felt guilty for some reason, and she hummed unnaturally.

From He Lu's point of view, one can see that her whole body is tense, like a bow that is about to leave the string.

He Lu parted his lips and smiled, his tusk seemed to be tinged with irritability.

"Good."

Lingyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't reply.

The atmosphere around her was suddenly tense and awkward, Lingyan licked her lower lip and brushed her hair.

The expression on her face didn't change, she just glanced lightly at the red numbers on the elevator.

Seeing that he had reached the second floor, he nodded thoughtfully in satisfaction.

"It's very good." Lingyan stepped sideways, looked at him with a fake smile, tilted her head, and the smile in her eyes was dangerous and bad: "I quite like it."

"Ding--"

The elevator door opens.

Lingyan put away the smile on his face, and glanced at his hand: "Goodbye."

She walked out of the elevator door, her pace quickened a little, her well-groomed black hair swaying back and forth with her movements.

"Didn't you mean to send me to work?"

He Lu spoke again, trying to interrupt her pace.

This time, Lingyan didn't stop at all, but accelerated her speed again.

After getting into the back seat of the low-key Maybach, she stretched out her hand to pull the car door, and quietly ran into He Lu who was standing at the door of the elevator.

The two looked at each other.

He Lu's eyes were cold and deep, full of unclear exploration and hidden madness.

When Lingyan looked at He Lu, her expression was very calm, without any emotion.

After a few seconds of meeting, Ling Yan pulled the car door and closed it with a snap.

"drive."

With a blank expression on her face, she slowly brushed the hair beside her ears, and leaned back.

The delicate and angular side face exuded a coldness, undisciplined coldness.

Liu Qing is Lingyan's personal gold medal manager, and she is only responsible for one artist, Lingyan, so Liu Qing is responsible for most of the things.

Including driving.

Liu Qing clicked her tongue and stepped on the accelerator: "Is this the little boy you keep?"

"Little white face?" Ling Yan seemed to have heard something interesting, narrowing her eyes slightly: "It's quite white."

(End of this chapter)