Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 182 The young master in the Beijing circle wants to post with me in a love variety show 11
"Zhixing, which one are you looking at?"

Shen Zhixing stared at the big screen intently, when he was suddenly interrupted, he frowned displeasedly.

"Don't be noisy."

Shen Zhiye sat next to him laughingly, let go of his hands, and raised his legs without a seated figure, as if pointing the country.

"If you want me to say, Zhong Xiuyue is the most temperamental, gentle little white flower." Shen Zhiye winked at Shen Zhixing ambiguously: "Is that the one you like?"

Shen Zhixing's face darkened a bit, and he said two words concisely: "No."

Shocked, Shen Zhiye touched his chin to ponder, stared at it for a few minutes, and said firmly again.

"It's Yang Lan!"

"You really know what to do. This Yang Lan has a good figure, with a protruding front and a raised back, and she is also high-end."

Shen Zhixing was silent for a while, and looked at him expressionlessly: "Are you blind?"

"Ah?!" Shen Zhiye was stunned: "No..."

I don't know why I provoked this ancestor, why do I still look like I want to eat him?

Shen Zhiye had a terrible headache, if he had known that he wouldn't have come to join in the fun, he should have run back to his room.

Shen Zhixing's face was as cold as frost, and he took the remote control and turned off the TV. When he stood up, his back was straight. The white shirt was a little loose, and it was loose on his body, but it made him feel sick and weak.

The gloomy expression at this time was enough to scare anyone who saw it.

Shen Zhiye's teeth chattered, wishing he could immediately hide in a corner with a small handkerchief and cry.

"Oh, I see, it's the Yamyan you bought from the island!" Shen Zhiye's eyes lit up, and he screamed in ecstasy, vigorously brushing the broken hair on his forehead.

He is such a clever little devil!
Shen Zhixing didn't speak, but stared at him for a moment with heavy eyes, and then walked up to the second floor with his slender legs.

No rebuttal.

Shen Zhiye secretly fucked.

This guy is still so nonchalant.

…………

Lingyan's hand was injured, so she couldn't do much work. Duan Yu was the one who washed the dishes after eating.

"Drink a glass of sour plum juice." Jiang Zhensheng brought out a glass of chilled sour plum juice from the kitchen to Ling Yan.

Ling Yan took a sip slightly, her narrowed eyes looked like thin crescent moons: "It's delicious."

"Do you like this taste?" Jiang Zhensheng smiled lightly, and sat beside her, sitting upright, with his fingers clenched into a fist against his left knee.

Lingyan trailed off the ending, hummed coquettishly, and looked at him with a sweet smile: "Then you will also make sour plum juice for me in the future?"

The words that Honey Voice said were sweet and soft, like cotton candy.

Her appearance is somewhere between sexy and pure. Recently, there is a popular word called "pure desire", as if it was made for her.

But her sense of pure desire does not come from makeup, but from her own charm.

Jiang Zhensheng's ear tips were red, and he looked directly at her, but kept blinking his eyelashes shyly.

Unfortunately, before she could say yes, she put down the plum juice, turned around and entered the kitchen.

The faucet was running, and Duan Yu was washing the dishes with a white rag and dishwashing liquid. He didn't even notice that someone came in.

"Thank you for your hard work." Ling Yan walked to Duan Yu's side, and said in an apologetic tone: "I was too careless, not only did I not help you, but also added a burden to you."

Duan Yu glanced at her sideways, raised his lips and continued to wash the dishes: "It's nothing, do your fingers still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Lingyan lowered her brows, and her tone was quite gentle. She was clearly saying that it didn't hurt, but she had the illusion that she was saying that she was in pain.

"Rest well, it won't be good if you leave scars on your wounds, I will help you complete your tasks, don't worry." Duan Yu smiled warmly, a very comfortable smile.

While speaking, the movements of his hands did not stop.

Lingyan looked at the dishes he was cleaning, her delicate little face was expressionless, her deep pupils were pitch black, and the words that came out of her mouth were extremely gentle.

"Thank you, if you are free, maybe we can have coffee together."

"Of course." Duan Yu's smile deepened, and the eyes that looked at her were covered with darkness.

Lingyan pulled her lips and chuckled, a smile without a trace of joy, and her eyes were cold.

Nine p.m.

Men and women each have a large room.

The program group arranged for men and women to vote each other for a card for the girl who has the first crush, and words can be written on the card.

It takes about three to 10 minutes to write the cards, and go to the third floor in order to vote cards for the cartons that are ready to be arranged.

Wait until the end is 09:30.

Girls start first, Zhong Xiuyue is the first.

Zhong Xiuyue lifted the quilt, put on her slippers, covered her lips nervously and said, "Am I the first?"

"Are you nervous? Xiuyue." Tang Liu leaned on the bed, put down the capacitive pen with a concerned face: "You must have several cards, don't worry."

"Actually, I don't really care about the number of cards, but I was the first one, so I was really surprised." Zhong Xiuyue walked towards the door and closed it.

"Ah...will someone vote for me?" Yang Lan lay on the bed worriedly, propped her chin with her hands, stared at the door eagerly, turned her head to look at Lingyan who was standing on the balcony watching the sea, pouted, and asked Said: "Aya Yan, are you not nervous?"

Tang Liu followed suit.

Lingyan turned her back to them, and her white dress was blown in the air, bringing up her jet-black hair.

Lingyan's very calm voice came from beside her ears: "There is nothing to be nervous about."

The camera was still broadcasting live, and the majority of netizens squatting in the live broadcast room heard this sentence, mocking and praising.

[It seems to be true, is she really not nervous? 】

[Laughing to death, who gave her the courage to make it seem like all the male guests would fall in love with her. 】

[I'm also drunk, why did Ling Yan participate in the romance show, she is trying to catch a wealthy husband! ! ! 】

[I don't think Lingyan really needs to be nervous, she looks so beautiful and has such a good figure, I'll choose her if it's me. 】

【You don't care about the beauty, thank you [smile]】

[The sour ones seem to be all women? 】

【…】

"Ah...Okay." Yang Lan muttered, but didn't say anything, and Tang Liu continued to pick up the capacitor pen and start drawing.

Not long after, Zhong Xiuyue came back.

"How is it?" Yang Lan looked expectantly.

Zhong Xiuyue's complexion was not very good, she pulled her lips and smiled, then shook her head helplessly and said, "No."

"What! No one voted for you!" Yang Lan was shocked.

Zhong Xiuyue's face was made even uglier by her appearance, she forced a smile, hummed, and leaned against the bed covered with a quilt.

The next one is Tang Liu.

Tang Liu went and came back quickly, almost as soon as he entered the door, Yang Lan asked: "What about you?! How many people voted?"

"No." Tang Liu shook his head helplessly, "Maybe it's because I haven't had much contact with them today."

Yang Lan groaned slowly, sat cross-legged on the bed with a smirk, glanced lightly at Lingyan standing on the balcony, feeling uneasy.

(End of this chapter)