The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 1252
"Isn't it just wrapped up? I'm checking the crew's official blog every day. I even follow the Weibo of several popular video apps. I'm looking for insider information everywhere, and I'm just waiting to broadcast it."

"I thought it would be next year at the earliest."

"Who is our waist sister? David TV directly steals her drama, okay?"

"Great, great, there is another data!"

Chu Yao was given a headache by their quarrel, but she wasn't impatient. She was just dissatisfied with the itinerary being leaked, but she never flinched in front of the fans.

If she wanted to drive people away, she had to use a coaxing euphemism: "Baby, go back quickly after seeing me, and go in batches, so as not to take a taxi, wait for the show to air, there are opportunities to meet, don't be in a hurry ,ah!"

Her soft "ah" made a group of "babies" go crazy in an instant.

As if under a gu, the obedient ones dispersed.

Sister Mi acted very quickly, and asked the team to send a bunch of small gifts in a short time, and distributed them to the fans, keeping them secret. For the time being, let's not talk about the possible broadcast of "Empress Killing".

She was so worried that she accidentally didn't cover her mouth, and her waist was shaking. You can't say when the show will be aired!

Fortunately, this is not the first time this has happened, and I am not as restless as I was when I was angry again.

When everyone is gone, there are only a few assistants left, watching from afar.

Mo Ting raised his hand to call for one, and handed over the letter.

He took off his coat and put it on Chu's waist, "It's just winter, and it's still very cold. When the snow melts, there will be a wave of cold waves. Look at what you look like. When you really walk out of the airport, two pieces of wind Blow you down."

"Nonsense! My sister Mi is such a ignorant person! She prepared a coat for me!"

Mo Ting smiled deeply, "It's quite reasonable."

Chu Yao put his hand into his hand, "Isn't it just touching you? Why did brother let me stay cold?"

Mo Ting looked down deeply, with a calm expression.

Chu Yao hooked him and shook his fingers, then took his hand back, frowning, he was about to get angry, "Why, can't you hold him?"

Mo Ting's deep eyes gleamed slightly, and a complex emotion flashed through his eyes. He grabbed Chu's hand back and squeezed it, "Hold."

Chu Yao walked over in small steps, "I'm hungry."

"What to eat?"

Mo Ting pinched her palm deeply, let go of her hand, and walked out with her shoulders in his arms.

Chu Yao looked up at him, "Did you tell sister Mi?"

"It depends on what you eat."

"Is hot pot okay?"

Mo Ting frowned deeply, "Aren't you losing weight?"

"I've lost three catties, if you don't believe me, pinch it."

Chu Yao naturally grabbed his hand and placed it on her waist. Before he could move, she put her fingers on his and led him to squeeze her waist.

"Isn't that right? I don't have any fat at all. I'm 92 pounds now, but I'm well-proportioned. Even if I gain three pounds after a hot pot meal, it won't be a problem!"

Chu Yao was very proud to show off to him.

Mo Tingshen only felt that his fingers were slightly hot. It would be fine if he was wearing a suit, but Chu Yao directly grabbed his hand and stuffed it into the coat. The palm was pressed against the thin skirt. Not to mention the waist, her bones were touched. Be clear.

Her expression wasn't the slightest tricky.

He was not calm, even impulsive, when she looked up and stared at him, he suddenly felt dirty and despicable.

(End of this chapter)