Professor Jiang's spoiled little ancestor is sweet

Chapter 271 Yu Beicheng's heartbeat is obvious

Yu Beicheng was wearing a black suit jacket over his shoulders. He looked like Satan in the late autumn night, with deep and cold features.

Does not seem to eat fireworks.

"It's rare to receive an exclusive interview, so they will naturally ask everything they want. Now that we've gone, try to record as many points as possible." Yu Beicheng turned a corner, saw the RV parked in front of him with deep eyes, and walked over with long legs.

Lao Yao did not expect that Yu Beicheng is so considerate.

In the past, I was too lazy to answer interviews, and I was so focused on music, but recently I really like to express myself, and I will find something for myself...

What made him suddenly enlightened?
Old Yao thought deeply, and suddenly saw Yu Beicheng standing still after pushing the car door, his figure stretched long under the light.

"What's the matter?" Lao Yao hurried forward, the fallen leaves were crushed under his feet, his voice could be heard very clearly in the middle of the night.

As soon as he approached, he was frightened: "Hey, I slept so well..."

"Don't talk." Yu Beicheng forced the remaining half of Lao Yao's words into his stomach.

On the back seat of the car, Tang Ranran was lying on the lowered car seat with her head up. Her hair tightly covered her palm-sized face. With the sound of rhythmic breathing, a few strands of hair floated up and down, quite a bit. Hazy beauty, but not much.

Her sleeping position didn't look very comfortable, and Yu Beicheng knew that the woman was sleepy and fainted without thinking carefully.

Yu Beicheng got into the car softly, folded his hands in front of his belly, raised his chin slightly to signal Lao Yao to sit in front, his face was calm.

Lao Yao also tiptoed into the car, let the driver drive in a low voice, and did not forget to observe the expression of his artist through the front-view mirror.

Knowing that Tang Ranran was in a deep and noisy sleep, this man still pays attention to this and that, without moving for a moment, he is like a Buddha.

Yu Beicheng turned his head to look at Tang Ranran. He thought for a moment and said, "Tell Zhao Cheng to let them start. I'll get together with them another day."

Lao Yao was a little surprised, but he agreed and immediately sent a message to Zhao Cheng.

Zhao Cheng is the son-in-law of Wanbi Media. He does not inherit the family property to become a songwriter. He is generous and generous. He is a good friend in Yu Beicheng's entertainment circle. The two have collaborated twice, and their friendship is deep. Some fans even praised their "double inheritance" CP.

According to the past, Yu Beicheng will not dove over Zhao Cheng.

Sure enough, there was a woman who forgot his brother, Lao Yao sat in front and sighed silently.

The driver is a member of the program group. He watches every episode of the program. He is a sensible person. He navigates directly to the villa.

Yu Beicheng was exhausted all day, and he couldn't hold on in the car, so he gradually closed his eyes and rested.

The hustle and bustle outside the car window can't get in at all, and the inside and outside of the car are like two worlds.

Just when the car was quiet and peaceful, a certain woman's moaning suddenly broke the harmonious atmosphere.

"I'm Yu Beicheng's wife, which biscuit are you?!" From the tone of her voice, Tang Ranran in her dream was furious, and she even turned her head to the side, just to face Yu Beicheng beside her.

The awakened Yu Beicheng slowly opened his eyes, subconsciously tilting his head slightly to see her reaction.

For a moment, the distance between the two was so close that the tip of his nose could almost touch her forehead. The scent of her shampoo was inhaled into her nose, it was very fragrant and sweet, while her breath swept to his Adam's apple, making his place uncomfortable. Not itchy.

Yu Beicheng clearly felt that his heartbeat slowed down a beat, and then sped up again.

There was a special and strange emotion creeping up in his heart, tickling him, and the sweetness in the air was also hooking him.

uncomfortable.

The driver master was frightened, the speed of the car suddenly slowed down, and the direction was unstable. Lao Yao couldn't help coughing to remind him.

(End of this chapter)