Dressed as a clingy gangster

Chapter 341 My Favorite Girl

Chapter 341 My Favorite Girl
An Chumian was stunned, she had no memory of cotton candy, but she was familiar with the UAC designer!
Isn't this the vest she practiced, and she finally became famous in the jewelry industry!

She still has a necklace hanging around her neck, and after looking at the workmanship design, it should also belong to her work.

But why did she die?

She was also mourned by the whole network, thinking of her, the lost person!

The black man carried the coffin and forcibly sent him off?
An Chumian's mind was a little dazed, and she almost fought with the netizens.

However, she didn't know what the consequences would be.

She could only analyze it calmly.

In a lost memory, the whole network thought she was dead.

A couple's ring is her last classic work.

An Chumian scanned the tear-jerking comments from netizens.

[An Chumian marked this pair of rings as not for sale, so she must have given them to her loved ones. 】

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

[Fate makes people, go well all the way, An Chumian is a name worth remembering forever! 】

An Chumian saw that they were all saying goodbye to her, which was very awkward.

She is not someone who easily exposes her vest. This group of people even named them by name. Did UAC's vest just fall off like this?

An Chumian was surprised by more than that, because netizens associated her with the cotton candy in the entertainment industry.

In my memory, she has no idea of ​​debuting!

Is it for making money?
An Chumian saw Cotton Candy's last Weibo, "This Weibo is posted on behalf of others. This new song is a new song that Mianmian didn't have time to release. I will release it to the world."

"...I wish the girl I love the most, a sweet dream and a long sleep."

When An Chumian saw this Weibo, her heart suddenly felt sour.

She saw a group of netizens wailing, mourning her eternal departure.

The former black fans changed their ways and reposted her related videos.

Suddenly the whole world began to love cotton candy, and countless people scrambled to praise it.

An Chumian sat in front of the computer, stunned for a moment, and when she wanted to investigate further...

"Xiao Mian."

A clear and warm voice came from outside the door, and Gu Yuzhuo held a cup of hot milk in his hand.

An Chumian turned off the computer, and wearing fluffy slippers, went to Gu Yuzhuo to take the milk, and said thank you in a low voice.

Gu Yuzhuo didn't intend to leave directly, and asked with a hint of concern, "Are you afraid of sleeping alone?"

An Chumian didn't understand, so she raised her eyes to look at him.

He smiled, "Do you need brother to sleep with you?"

Did Gu Yuzhuo treat her like a three-year-old child?
"I'm an adult."

An Chumian looked serious, unmoved at all.

The corners of Gu Yu's lips deepened, and she leaned closer to An Chumian's eyes.

She almost spilled the milk in her hand.

At this time, he took out a set of clothes from behind.

"This is the pajamas my brother prepared for you. I haven't measured your size. Xiao Mian will try to see if it fits."

His clear voice naturally makes people not feel ambiguous.

An Chumian didn't know what kind of mentality he was in.

An Chumian put down the milk and took the pajamas he gave her.

Lovely pink pajamas.

A smile flashed across Gu Yuzhuo's eyes, "Do you like it?"

With an innocent face, An Chumian shook her head honestly.

Why do you like to choose such childish clothes for her! ?

Do men all over the world have the same aesthetics? ?
Hey, who else has chosen clothes for her?

An Chumian's eyes flashed blankly.

Gu Yuzhuo stopped teasing her, and said with a friendly smile, "Brother lives next door to you, knock on the door whenever you need something."

After the words fell, Gu Yuzhuo's slender figure left the bedroom.

(End of this chapter)

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