People are in love, Qingmei is actually a star observer

Chapter 114 The rewards are for you
At 4:30 pm, Wang Zihuan and Li Wanxin returned to Riverview One.

Wang Zihuan saw that he still had plenty of time, so he used the fruits he bought in the afternoon to make a fruit salad for Li Wanxin to make up for the portion she had missed in the restaurant.

"I want to sit in your arms and eat." Li Wanxin stepped on her pink slippers and came to Wang Zihuan.

This woman seemed to be addicted to sitting in Wang Zihuan's arms last time, and this time she actually wanted to take the initiative to get into his arms.

"NO." Wang Zihuan shook his head decisively.

"Why?" Li Wanxin was a little surprised. Logically speaking, Wang Zihuan would not refuse such a lucrative thing.

"When you're done sitting here and you feel good, just pat your butt and leave. What should I do?"

Wang Zihuan looked righteous and awe-inspiring. If he hadn't listened to what he said, he would have thought he was going to die generously.

Li Wanxin frowned slightly, and it took her two seconds to understand what Wang Zihuan's words meant. She raised her foot and kicked him.

"Okay, you have such ulterior motives. I'll just take a bite of your salad and you'll want to sleep with me."

"Hey, you are twisting the truth. What I said was that I won't let you sit in my arms."

Wang Zihuan reached out and knocked off Li Wanxin's pink feet.

Li Wanxin hugged her chest and curled her lips and said, "What I heard is that you want to sleep with me."

"That's because your mind is unhealthy. What does it have to do with me?"

Wang Zihuan rolled his eyes at her, thinking about it, but he would definitely not admit it.

"If you have a healthy mind, why don't you let me sit down?" Li Wanxin said.

Wang Zihuan blinked quickly and looked at Li Wanxin with a strange look.

"Have you read any books recently?"

""Sun Zhi's Art of War"."

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The prince was shocked. This woman had nothing to do to see the art of war, and she used it so well.

A beautiful woman knows the art of war, but how can she let a man live?

Li Wanxin kicked Wang Zihuan again and said arrogantly: "Hey, take your arms away quickly and let me sit in."

Wang Zihuan was too lazy to struggle anymore and let Li Wanxin sit in his arms, watching her eat the fruit salad in small bites.

Fortunately, Li Wanxin did not forget him while eating, and would feed him a mouthful with a spoon from time to time.

Half an hour passed quickly, and it was time for Li Wanxin to leave.

She stood up from Wang Zihuan's arms, stretched out, and showed off her perfect curves to the man next to her, which made someone's mouth go dry.

Wang Zihuan felt that this woman did it on purpose.

Picking up the bag on the entrance cabinet, Li Wanxin waved her hand, "Let's go, see you next week."

There was a heavy look of reluctance on her beautiful face. She stared at Wang Zihuan and said, "You have salad on your face."

Wang Zihuan stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, but nothing came off. He asked doubtfully, "Where is it?"

"Come here, I'll wipe it for you." Li Wanxin smiled and waved to him.

Wang Zihuan took a step forward obediently, and then felt the fragrant breeze blowing by, and a soft feeling pressed against his lips.

It smells good.

The feeling disappeared before he could enjoy it.

"The rewards for riding the subway are provided to you."

After saying that, Li Wanxin, with a faint blush on her face, stepped on her high heels and went out, leaving only Wang Zihuan to ponder in silence.

"He who tastes only briefly does not stick out his tongue."

On weekends, at 8 o'clock in the evening, in a certain building in Shenhai's "Chunfengli" villa area.

Tong Yi'an, the chairman of Dahua Group, is sitting in front of the huge screen with his wife at the moment, waiting for the second episode of "Soft Love" to be broadcast.

In the last issue, he missed his daughter's appearance due to a business trip and was complained by Tong Ling for more than half an hour, so this time he specially set aside a period of time to wait in front of the TV.

"Honey, didn't you read the last issue? How was Lingling's performance?" Tong Yi'an lit a cigar and looked at the lady sitting aside who was making tea.

"It's still the same, playing in the world, driving at 300km/h on the Shenxi Expressway." Tong Ling's mother Peng Yueru said calmly.

"Oh, it's still the same, open to 3 and win the young master?" Tong Yi'an's face froze and he asked in disbelief.

"300." Peng Yueru looked at him and said with a faint smile.

"She doesn't want to die?"

Chairman Dahua, who was always calm and strategizing in the company, had a look of shock and fear on his face at this moment. If his subordinates saw him, their jaws would definitely drop.

Where is the chairman who remained calm despite being attacked by swords and axes?

Peng Yueru chuckled, glared at her husband and sneered: "It's up to you whether you will die or not. I told you not to buy such a fast car at the beginning, how dangerous it is, and you are on my side. In the end, As soon as your daughter acted coquettishly, you switched sides, and now you know you are afraid? She dared to drive to 300 this time, and next time she dared to drive to 400. "

"Didn't she earn the money to buy the car herself? How can I care about it? Besides, her car can't reach 400 yuan." Tong Yi'an also thought of this and began to defend himself.

When he bought the car, he also felt that the car could break 2 mph in just over [-] seconds, and it was too dangerous to match Tong Ling's personality.

Tong Ling took his arm and shouted coquettishly, "Dad, good dad, you are the best. It is the first time in my life that I have made so much money. Of course I have to buy the gift I like the most." As a result, Tong Yi'an, as a daughter slave, forgot his position and watched Tong Ling buy the silver sports car.

Tong Yi'an knew that he was in the wrong and did not dare to continue this topic. He could only ask: "What about other aspects? How popular is Lingling on the Internet now?"

"That's not bad. She has a saying that is popular all over the Internet." Peng Yueru thought for a while and said.

"What?"

"Can you do it, little dog?"

"." Tong Yi'an was speechless for a while. He wondered whether his daughter went to Lian Zong.

He wanted to ask something more, but the main part of the program had already started. Peng Yueru was drinking tea and looking at the screen intently.

The first part was nothing, it was a scene of Tong Ling rehearsing with Wang Zihuan, and then there was a scene of a few people going to the night market to throw pots. The couple was really stunned by Wang Zihuan's feat of back throwing.

"Do you think Lingling is interested in this man?" Tong Yi'an asked while observing his daughter on the big screen.

"I think should not be."

Peng Yueru was not sure about her answer. After all, she had never seen any man her daughter was interested in.

"Why don't you open the barrage and see how netizens feel."

As a big shot in the entertainment industry, Tong Yi'an is still very fashionable. When he has nothing to do, he will open the barrage while watching movies and observe what clips young people like nowadays, so that he can better understand the current market.

Peng Yueru picked up the remote control and clicked a few times to open the barrage.

At this time, a clip of Tong Ling and Wang Zihuan performing "The World" was played on the big screen.

The barrage suddenly became lively.

“Tong Ling’s sword dance is simply stunning!”

"The sword drawn at the beginning is so cool, okay? Sister Tong Ling, kill me."

"There is a sense of power in the gracefulness. It is much better than those actors in current martial arts dramas who swing their swords in slow motion."

"He's so handsome that he turns pink."

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Seeing the screen full of comments praising his daughter, Tong Yi'an was in a pretty good mood.

When Tong Ling suddenly wanted to learn sword dancing, he spent a lot of money to hire a master dancer just to make his daughter happy. Unexpectedly, he would have unexpected gains many years later.

"Lingling dances well, and the song is pretty good too." Tong Yi'an took a puff of his cigar and chatted with his wife.

"This handsome guy is quite talented. I heard from Yu Man that he had composed many songs on the show before, especially a song called "Jiangnan" in the last episode. I liked it very much after listening to it." Peng Yueru Holding the tea cup, he looked at the barrage of compliments that filled the screen and smiled.

Except for Tong Ling's seemingly scary sports, Peng Yueru, as a mother, is very proud of her daughter most of the time. When she was a child, Tong Ling would always suddenly have the idea of ​​learning some talents because her family was relatively well off. So her requirements will be met.

Tong Ling was very serious every time and learned every skill well.

In Peng Yueru's eyes, her daughter is close to being omnipotent.

But soon, the good mood of the two of them disappeared.

Because after the song ended, Tong Ling obviously made a move to jump forward. Although the subsequent scenes were cut off, in the eyes of the audience, it looked like she was about to offer a kiss.

The barrage exploded instantly.

"Ah! What did I see? Is Tong Ling going to kiss Wang Zihuan?"

"What kind of devilish editing is this by the program crew? Why is it only about jumping forward? What about the back? What about the back?"

"I announce that this season of "Song of Love" has ended, and the prince child sin CP, he (happy ending)."

"It's too sweet, it's too sweet. Kill me to cheer them up."

"What the hell, it's just a pounce. How can you think of so many things?"

"Yes, it's just an action. Don't overthink it."

"I am very happy with CP, and the banner will never fall."

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The corners of Tong Yi'an and Peng Yueru's mouths twitched. Others didn't understand Tong Ling, but they knew her very well.

Tong Ling's look just now was the same as when she first saw the silver sports car when she went to look at the car. Her eyes were full of love and possession.

"What's going on? Didn't you say that you were on the show just to show your face and get some popularity?"

Tong Yi'an had the feeling that the cabbage he had raised for many years was still being taken advantage of.

"You ask me, who am I asking? When Lingling went there, she said she was going to have fun." Peng Yueru was also confused. After thinking about it, she added: "Maybe it was just impulse. After all, it was her first time to participate. For a large-scale performance like that, it’s normal to be infected by the atmosphere.”

"Yes, yes, that makes sense, it should be like this." Tong Yi'an seemed to be comforting himself.

It wasn't that he was afraid that his daughter would have someone he liked, but it just felt so unexpected that he couldn't accept it for a while.

Tong Ling used to be cold and indifferent to several outstanding young people from similar family backgrounds, and she had never had feelings for men and women.

Peng Yueru also put down her tea cup and stared at the screen intently.

"Look again, we are about to arrive at the date place, you should be able to tell what is going on."

(End of this chapter)