Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Liang Bingbing had some worries, but as soon as she thought of An Zhensheng and her to go to the concert, her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys would be mad.

"Brother, then I will give it to you!" She bit her teeth and flashed a sharp touch in her eyes: "Give me a slap, but don't hurt An Zhensheng. He is my fiancé!"

"Hey!" Zhao Jinxuan heard a word and laughed: "This is not yet engaged, and the elbow is turned away!"

"Cousin!" Liang Bingbing slammed his face and looked shy.

Zhao Jinxuan at the other end of the phone patted his chest and promised: "Reassured, I will definitely not hurt your wishful Lang."

Regarding Luo Dingchen, he still knows a little about Zhao Jinxuan. Poor and sour little girl, I want to teach her some lessons, it is very easy.

Even if An Zhensheng wants to protect her, she always has to go to school, and she has more opportunities.

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At the end of the concert, she held a light stick in her hand and a faint smile on her lips.

In fact, such a meeting is very good. Not too late, it seems that this youth has only belonged to her from beginning to end and has nothing to do with the original owner.

"I will send you back!" An Zhensheng habitually took her hand, and the eyes were gentle.

For the first time, he was also an impulse to protect a person.

However, this impulse even disturbed his mind all the time.

"I will go back on my own." Luo squinted and said: "Do you have a class tomorrow?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "But I don't want to go."

Luo dumped the dust and said, "Why?"

"If I said that you are without you, would you believe it?" His brows moved slightly, and a faint glimmer of light shone in the deep scorpion.

The girl in front of her will probably never know. When he said this sentence, he was inexplicably nervous.

Saying that there is a struggle about the word 'love', how do he feel that he is the one that falls into it.

"Hey--" she smiled softly, the two shallow pear vortexes looked particularly good, and a pair of clean eyes looked at him: "Of course not believe!"

If the system tells her that An Zhensheng is 50% good to her, she may still believe a little.

But just holding 20% ​​of the good feelings, let her believe what, take it?

He gave a slight glance and smiled: "You can't take it."

The next second, he seemed to suddenly think of something like looking at her and asked: "Do you like to sing in the bar?"

“I don’t like it!” Luo shrugged and shrugged and said: “You said that if you are not forced by life, who likes to work in the bar!”

When she said this, there was a feeling of sullenness in her heart.

This feeling is probably derived from the original owner, a girl who grew up eating a hundred meals, always have the sadness of no one knows.

For a long time, he stopped and looked at the dust beside him: "Don't like it, don't go."

He never had any prejudice against the work of the bar. He asked this question simply because he was worried about her safety.

"Oh?" Luo Ding followed him to stop and picked his eyebrows: "I don't work, do you raise me?"

"Okay!" His answer was very convincing, and there was almost no hesitation.

Luo dusted a little, and looked at him and asked: "You can still be a student."

"My parents, I didn't want me to be a student." His sly eyes flashed a touch of helplessness and looked at her: "Inheriting the family business is their only request for me."