Mr. Lu, it's not too late

Chapter 171 Started, little girl

Chapter 171 Started, little girl
Outside, after Ning Zhiqian sang, seeing that there was still no familiar figure in the crowd, her heart ached slightly.

Sure enough... Was she wrong before?
Lu Yanshen is not here at all!
Otherwise, how could he not see her when she was standing so high?
Ning Zhiqian came down from the stage in a daze, and the cheers from the crowd were stronger than when any girl left the stage...

She was without a doubt the most popular of the night!
When Ning Zhiqian got off the stage, the bodyguard took her to Beitang Fengjin's suite.

"Can you let me go?"

She looked at the man in the room expressionlessly.

There was a chuckle in the air...

Beitang Fengjin came to her and stared at her flushed eyes for a few seconds.

"Cried?"

Ning Zhiqian looked indifferently: "I hope you can do what you say!"

"You have a boyfriend at such a young age?"

When Beitang Fengjin thought of her heartbroken look on stage just now, she raised her eyebrows slightly.

"It has something to do with you?" Ning Zhiqian became angry and couldn't help it anymore.

"He has a big temper."

Beitang Fengjin squinted her eyes, and in the next second, someone came in and threw a set of painting tools at Ning Zhiqian's feet!
"Can you draw?"

Beitang Fengjin pinched her chin, the mixed-race face was deep and sinister.

Ning Zhiqian was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he was going to do!
Then, a woman with a hot figure came in, seducing Beitang Fengjin like no one else——

"Short—don't you plan to give me something before you leave?"

Beitang Fengjin put his arms around the woman's waist, smiling wickedly.

"After painting this painting, you can go immediately-just as a farewell gift to me."

While accompanying the woman unscrupulously, he looked at Ning Zhiqian.

Ning Zhiqian frowned, what painting?

When she noticed the man's ambiguous gaze, she reacted belatedly.

Ning Zhiqian was so angry that his voice trembled a little: "You... pervert!"

Noticing that the girl's earlobes were getting red little by little, Beitang Fengjin drew her lips together again.

"Baby, you will be free after painting. Remember, it must be realistic and profound..."

"It's starting, little girl."

Hearing the man's excessive words, Ning Zhiqian's face flushed.

However, in order to leave, she could only bite the bullet and pick up the paintbrush next to her——

Heh... Just think of it as painting Chinese cabbage!

He is not afraid of being exposed in front of her, what else is she afraid of?
Beitang Fengjin hugged the woman on his lap, Ning Zhiqian almost couldn't hold the pen!

Glancing at the girl's tomato-like face from the corner of the eye, Beitang Fengjin felt as if something hit him in his heart. He looked at the woman in his arms, and automatically substituted her into Ning Zhiqian's face in his mind...

"Pass!"

The woman was thrown from the bed, Ning Zhiqian was taken aback, before she understood what happened, the pen and paper in her hand was thrown away heavily!
Beitang Fengjin directly picked her up, and bent down with her tall body, Ning Zhiqian panicked instantly!

"What do you do? It's not about painting..."

Beitang Fengjin pressed her down, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

This man is extremely handsome, he is distinguished at first glance, and he is not easy to mess with.

Song Wantang was aggrieved and stared at him.

"Short, it suddenly occurred to me, it seems that I have never liked your type—"

Seeing the girl's face pale, he smiled slightly again.

"I don't know...would it feel different?"

"roll!"

Sensing the danger, Ning Zhiqian raised her foot to kick him, Beitang Fengjin narrowed her eyes, and easily grabbed her foot——

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