Master Pei, your wife is too cruel

Chapter 529 Not Good-looking

Sang Nuan: "..."

Fuck me!I've provoked you.

So fierce!
However, Sang Nuan would not lose her temper with Pei Zehan over such a trivial matter, and raised her arms obediently.

When I pretended to fall just now, I supported it with my arms.

It was nothing, but she was more unlucky.

The floor tile that fell was not flat, so it collapsed.

Luckily it didn't break.

The ointment has anti-inflammatory ingredients, and it hurts as soon as it is applied.

"hiss……"

Pei Zehan quickly stopped his hands and looked at her, "It hurts."

"Yeah." Sang Nuan pursed her mouth pitifully, "It hurts like hell."

Pei Zehan didn't know what he thought of, the expression on his face that was so distressed that he was so distressed for a second, suddenly became serious in a second, his face was almost like a coffin.

"You know the pain too, you deserve it!!!"

That word was almost said through gritted teeth.

Sang Nuan: "!!!"

After rubbing the medicine, Pei Zehan threw the Dage clothing to Sang Nuan.

"Hurry up and change, I'm outside, call me if you need anything."

Then he closed the door angrily.

Sang Nuan:. . .

Did Pei Zehan take the wrong medicine today?

Simply inexplicable.

Outside.

"Go and check, where did Nuan Nuan go just now?"

"Yes."

In a few minutes, the door clicked open.

Pei Zehan was smoking with his back to the door.

Immediately turning around, the first thing that caught his eyes were two thin, white, long and straight legs.

Looking up, Sang Nuan's butt was covered by a palm-sized cloth.Further up, is a tube top.

There is also black yarn on it.

Under the black veil, one can vaguely see the small waist and the exquisite belly button.

The man's face darkened immediately.

He remembered that it wasn't this one that he used when making song-playing clothes.

"How is it, does it look good?"

Originally, she was quite confident in her figure.

But, for some reason, once standing in front of Pei Zehan, the self-confidence that he was so proud of was not enough.

She was so nervous that her palms were wet with sweat, she was afraid that Pei Zehan would say it was not good-looking.

"It doesn't look good."

Sang Nuan: "..."

"This dress..."

"I think Miss's dress is pretty."

Seeing that Sang Nuan's expression was wrong, Yu Song desperately changed the topic back to Yicheng.

But Pei Zehan glared at him.

"Who told you to see it, turn around!"

Yu Song: "..."

He took off his suit jacket, intending to put it on Sang Nuan.

Sang's heating was not working, so she took a step back, dodged, and left directly.

Pei Zehan followed behind her.

"Okay, okay, my fault, it looks good, it looks very good."

He grabbed Sang Nuan's wrist, pulled him back, and covered him tightly with his suit.

"Oh, you're bored to death."

Sang Nuan tore off his suit and threw it on the ground, and ran away without looking back.

There were more and more people in the corridor.

Yu Song silently stepped forward and helped Pei Zehan pick up his clothes.

"President Pei, I found it. My wife and Qin Miao stayed together in the bathroom to the south for nearly a quarter of an hour just now."

*
After Sang Nuan returned to the studio, the last rehearsal officially began.

Although the instructor was temporarily replaced by JD, it did not affect the progress of the rehearsal.

JD is very suitable to be the mentor of the creative camp, no matter in terms of variety, acceptance, and celebrity status.

Comments with stalks will also drive the atmosphere.

After one rehearsal, the effect was even better than when Su Wen was there.

After the rehearsal, the live broadcast camera was temporarily set in a corner of the stage, and audiences poured in one after another from the live broadcast rooms of major platforms.

(End of this chapter)