Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 46 This Is Yours
Taking the costume she was going to wear later, she quickly walked into the small room, but Qian Mengmeng didn't notice that the backpack she had just put down in a hurry fell from the table to the floor.

Song Qian heard the noise, turned around and picked up the bag and scattered items for her.

Among Qian Mengmeng's belongings, a photo caught her attention.

During this period of time in the crew, Song Qian saw Qian Mengmeng take out this photo to look at it several times, and sometimes put it in the pocket of the costume, it is very precious.

"Who is this?" Song Qian frowned at the high school boy who couldn't see his face clearly in the photo.

She was about to stuff the photo into Qian Mengmeng's bag, but she saw Su Weiran's small bag out of the corner of her eye.

Frowning slightly, Song Qian hesitated for a moment, then stuffed the photo into Su Weiran's bag.

As soon as she finished all this, Qiao Shiyun came in.

Walking behind her was Su Weiran with a flattering and careful fawning face.

Curling her lips, Song Qian went to a chair beside her and sat down without looking at them.

"Wei Ran, I suddenly want to drink coffee, can you bring me a cup?" Qiao Shiyun looked at her back, with a smile on her lips, she turned and said to Su Weiran.

Su Weiran obviously didn't expect Qiao Shiyun to treat herself as an assistant envoy, she was taken aback for a moment, and then wanted to make excuses.

"The next game will be mine..."

"I happen to be thirsty too, Wei Ran, bring me a cup too."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Song Qian.

Song Qian took out a hundred-yuan bill from her bag and slapped it on her small bag, "I invite you."

Qiao Shiyun smiled and didn't speak, but just signaled Su Weiran to go quickly with her eyes.

Although there is great reluctance in her heart, she is only an eighteen-star, and the two masters in front of her can flatten and round her at will.

Gritting her teeth, Su Weiran picked up the dazzling and Grandpa Mao, carried her small bag and left the fitting room quickly.

As soon as she left, Qiao Shiyun and Song Qian tore apart.

"Why, are you proud of getting Dioke's endorsement in China?" Song Qian sneered.

If it wasn't for Xu Zhe's indifference towards her recently, it is still unknown who Dioke's spokesperson will be!
Qiao Shiyun blinked her eyes and smiled innocently, "Sister Song Qian, are you jealous of me?"

What Song Qian hates the most is her pretending to be innocent, "Are you jealous of your plastic surgery?"

"Even after plastic surgery, Brother Gao still likes me." Su Weiran smiled disapprovingly, and raised her eyes to poke Song Qian's sore spots, "And you, he doesn't even look at you at all."

After her words fell, Song Qian's expression suddenly sank, and her eyes were full of anger.

Qiao Shiyun raised the corners of her lips and wanted to say something, but Qian Mengmeng opened the door of the cubicle behind her and came out.

"I don't think it's good for me to keep listening..." She lowered her head, turned to Qiao Shiyun, and left the dressing room quickly.

Seeing her leaving back, Qiao Shiyun looked at Song Qian, "Is she always there?"

Song Qian rolled her eyes, shrugged, sneered, turned and sat down without answering.

Gritting her teeth, Qiao Shiyun took a deep breath and walked towards the door.

……

"I'm so pissed off. The first and second tiers are great, and it's not just about sleeping with them! When I hug my thighs, I must make them look good!"

Su Weiran was on the phone with her best friend, and reached into her bag to find something.

Because she lowered her head, she didn't notice someone coming in front of her, and she was bumped abruptly, and the small bag in her hand fell to the ground.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry." The person who hit her not only didn't stop to help, but also ran very fast.

"Hey, why are you like this!" Su Weiran turned around and cursed at that person.

Kneeling down angrily, she reached out to pick up the dropped items.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and picked up a photo in front of her.

That hand, well-articulated, with slender fingers, and a piece of Rolex-Daytona on the bowl.

Raising his head blankly, against the light, Su Weiran was stunned when he saw the handsome facial features of the visitor.

"Song, Song Huaijin?" Oh my god, this person is Song Huaijin from SF, right? !
Holding the thin piece of paper tightly with both fingers, Song Huaijin didn't take his eyes off it for a long time.

After a while, until Su Weiran finished picking up all the things and stood up, he raised his eyes to look at her with burning eyes, "Is this yours?"

"Yes, yes..." Su Weiran replied in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)