High-profile spoiled marriage: Mr. Bo can't

Sheng Mingzhu asked with disgust, "Why are you here?"

Bao Sicheng walked in naturally, closed the door, and stood behind her.

The make-up artist and the fat guy got the cue from Bao Sicheng's eyes, quickly packed up their things and slipped away.

"I miss you, come and see you." He looked at her aggrievedly, "If I don't come, you will never remember that there is such a person as me in this world."

Sheng Mingzhu looked away, "I'm busy, how can I have time to miss you?"

Bao Sicheng leaned on the back of the chair with one hand and put the other on the dressing table, wrapped Sheng Mingzhu in his arms, and bent over to approach her.

"Do you really have no time to think about me, or do you miss me, but dare not admit it?"

His magnetic voice sounded in Sheng Mingzhu's ears, with bursts of warm breath blowing, and his lips rubbed against each other.

Sheng Mingzhu felt her body go numb at that moment. When did this low-level student master this skill?
Unwilling to admit defeat in her bones, Sheng Mingzhu subconsciously chose the front bar!

A frail and boneless arm was hooked around Bao Sicheng's neck, and Sheng Mingzhu's white and slender fingers lightly touched Bao Sicheng's straight nose, sliding down flirtatiously and ambiguously, staying on his thin lips for a while, and finally landing on the His Adam's apple kept rolling.

Her fingertips twirled gently on her Adam's apple, and the two of them were so close that she could almost hear Bao Sicheng's violent heartbeat.

"Bo Sicheng, why do I miss you?" Sheng Mingzhu chuckled with a charming charm.

Bao Sicheng only felt that there was a seductive goblin in his arms, the kind who had practiced for thousands of years and came to kill him as soon as he came out of the mountain!

His voice was hoarse, and he said in a low voice: "Mingzhu, you like me, and you like me, so you will miss me."

Sheng Mingzhu's face turned cold suddenly, and he hooked Bao Sicheng's arm and turned to grab his shirt collar.

"Bo Sicheng, who gave you the qualification to arbitrarily judge my feelings? Is it because I didn't shy away from you, so you think that what I, Sheng Mingzhu said, can be ignored?"

Her rippling eyes carried a calmness that made Bao Sicheng's heart ache, her red lips were lightly parted, and hurtful words seemed to be said in the next second, but Bao Sicheng's reaction was faster than hers.

The lips of the two were pressed together at this moment, and Bao Sicheng covered the back of Sheng Mingzhu's head with one hand, deepening the kiss. Sheng Mingzhu's unfeeling words were blocked by him.

Sheng Mingzhu wanted to resist, but when she saw his sad and bewildered eyes, she raised her hand to slap him, but she couldn't slap him no matter what, and in the end, it landed on Bao Sicheng's shoulder instead. Going up his neck again, rubbing his hair.

It's not love, it's just a moment of tenderness, anyway, it's just a kiss.

Sheng Mingzhu closed her eyes and told herself this in her heart.

"Miss Mingzhu, get ready to play..."

The fat guy pushed open the door of the lounge, looked dumbfounded at the man and woman who were kissing passionately, and hurriedly backed away.

"Sorry, sorry! Go on, go on!"

Sheng Mingzhu pushed away Bao Sicheng who was still immersed in it, and shouted at Fat Brother, "Come back!"

Fat Brother stood awkwardly at the door, seeing Sheng Mingzhu getting up to record a show, he quickly reminded: "Sister, your lipstick! Lipstick!"

Sheng Mingzhu turned her head to look in the mirror, and glared at the culprit, Bao Sicheng.

"Call the makeup artist over and touch up my makeup."

Bao Sicheng rubbed his thumb on his lips, his fingertips were bright red, all filled with Sheng Mingzhu's lipstick, he burst out laughing immediately.

While touching up her makeup, Sheng Mingzhu distractedly kicked him, "What are you laughing at! Stay away from me!"

After speaking, he threw the paper on the table and threw it on him.

"Wipe clean!"

Bao Sicheng smiled, and took a photo with his mobile phone at an angle that Sheng Mingzhu couldn't see. The one in the mirror was half of his face, the lipstick on his thin lips was conspicuous. In the background, Sheng Mingzhu was asking the makeup artist to repaint Put lipstick on her.

He was itchy and wanted to post it on Weibo, but considering the consequences and thinking that it might cause Bai Suqiu to find Sheng Mingzhu, he had to regret it and keep it for his personal collection.

Sheng Mingzhu held up her skirt and looked at him, "Are you so free today? Still not leaving?"

Bao Sicheng said softly, "I always have time to accompany you."

"Whatever you want, just don't interfere with my work."

Sheng Mingzhu turned her head and walked away, as if the woman who kissed him passionately just now was another person.

Looking at her swaying back, Bao Sicheng smiled wryly and shook his head.

So, is he really the only one sinking?

The seventh episode of the program is different from the previous ones, because the program group will play a big game when it comes up.

Other talent shows give contestants practice time, but "Come on!Trainee! "It is to carry out the slant of the sword to the end, and let the contestants draw lots on the spot. Everyone draws their own topic 15 minutes before going on stage. The preparation time is exactly the same, which is very fair.

Sheng Mingzhu was the only contestant who did not participate in the lottery. After all, she was a senior. She wanted to be the first to appear and bear the pressure of the opening.

The topic she drew was "Classical Dance".

"Sister, can it really work?"

The fat brother is very unconfident. The former sister's decathlon was all achieved through hard training.

But my sister's artistic talent is really... not very high!
I saw my sister dance a jazz dance when I received an event last time, but it is a modern dance after all, and it can still be done by practicing it.

Now I'm going to dance classical dances all of a sudden, this won't ruin the almighty little fairy girl's design, screw up the pot, right?
Sheng Mingzhu raised her chin slightly, with a proud expression, "Are there times when I can't do it?"

The fat brother was most afraid of his sister's expression of "you dare to say I can't do it, believe it or not, I will kill you", so he nodded hurriedly, wishing to nod his head off.

The audience below whispered.

"Classical dance, can Sheng Mingzhu do it?"

"This thing needs to have a long-term foundation, I'm afraid it's enough?"

A loyal fan of Sheng Mingzhu immediately came out to choke, "Is our little fairy Mingzhu something you mortals can guess? How could she have something she doesn't know?"

Other viewers: ...

Fifteen minutes passed quickly, and when Sheng Mingzhu came on stage, her makeup and hair had changed.

Her long hair was rolled up into a loose bun, and the small bright red skirt on her body was replaced by a bright red classical long skirt covered with light gauze.

At the moment of appearance, the audience was silent, followed by bursts of air-conditioning movements.

She is like a strange fire, blazing and glamorous, igniting everyone's blood, but making everyone afraid to approach.

"Damn it, Sheng Mingzhu's beauty is going to blind me!"

"What's the jump on this horse? No need to jump. I'll give her the number one spot!"

Suddenly, Sheng Mingzhu on the stage moved. Following her movement, the sound of war drums sounded in the studio, from slow to fast, from low to high.

Shocking.