After participating in the relationship, Dingliu and I have been sprinkling sugar

Chapter 407 Oil

If, as the comments say, this signature was designed by someone, then it can never be such a coincidence.

If you think about it this way, there is only one possibility, that is, the little girl Sang Tang may be the eldest lady of a well-known hidden family.

After all, the society is so chaotic now, and some famous families with profound cultural heritage have already lived in seclusion.

Thinking about it this way, the prejudice against Sang Tang is not so serious anymore, and his eyes are full of fanaticism.

"Go get in touch and ask her if she would like to participate in the repair work of 'Plum Blossom Xiaozhuan'."

Although the prejudice was not so serious, he still spoke with a kind of arrogance, as if it was a great honor for her to mend it.

The man looked at the president tremblingly, and murmured in a low voice: "Isn't this what we want from her, should we be more polite..."

As if the president didn't hear it, he continued to flip through the thick ancient book, immersing himself in his own world.

……

The theme song assessment came as scheduled.

The younger sisters stood nervously in the middle of the classroom, the tutors sat side by side in front of the classroom, and cameras were placed in the four corners of the entire classroom.

Sang Tang wears a high ponytail today, looking extremely refreshing, with raised eye tails, brows revealing amorous feelings, charming and pure, making people tickle.

And that delicate Nongli face can stand out from the crowd without makeup.

This time the theme song assessment is based on the PK system.

Draw lots first, draw two people with the same number as a group of PK, and the one who wins will continue to PK, and finally 6 people will be the A class.

Wu Qingran raised the corners of her lips slightly, and walked towards Sang Tang with a warm and weak smile.

"Sang Tang, we are a team."

"I won't let you, let's work together!"

It was as if Sang Tang asked her to give in, a double entendre, alluding to the war.

Sang Tang and Wu Qingran stood in the middle of the training room, with their backs facing each other.

As soon as the music started, Sang Tang immediately got into the mood and smiled sweetly at the camera.

"On the way, we chase our dreams,
Get ready, let's go!
"

Sang Tang raised his lowered head suddenly, with firm eyes, stretched out a hand towards the camera, spread five fingers, and placed them on his chest without haste.

The ethereal voice echoed in the practice room, like a trickling stream, with a faint sweetness.

Sudden.

The rhythm began to become cheerful, and Sang Tang's voice also became more energetic, dancing around naturally, with clean and neat movements, with a degree of severity, and a perfect fit.

There are several abnormally smooth and sexy ones around the chest. The body is surprisingly soft, soft like water, and can control himself immediately, with both hardness and softness.

the other side.

Wu Qingran lifted her chin confidently.

But at the moment the music sounded, he actually rushed to shoot. Fortunately, he was quite strong, so he quickly adjusted.

It can be seen that I have practiced well, but there are too many expressions on the face, every movement, every wink, or blowing a kiss, the oil will overflow the screen.

And singing is even more of a car accident than a car accident.

I don't know if I want to express myself too much, I will deliberately add an "um~" at the end of each sentence.

The expressions on the faces of the instructors sitting in front were also indescribable, but they couldn't be too obvious, which resulted in a disgusted smile.

Sang Tang's cheeks were flushed, she was really cute, her hair was a little loose due to dancing, and she was a little gentle.

Wu Qingran didn't know how well Sang Tang danced, she thought her performance was perfect.

(End of this chapter)