Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 230 Autistic Little Poor (33)
"We have already arranged the accommodation for the six guests. But you need to blindfold the six guests, don't you mind?"

The director glanced over and noticed Tan Sang's hesitant expression.

"Miss Tan Sang, what's the problem?"

Tan Sang's beautiful eyes blinked, and from the corner of her eye she caught sight of Jiang Zhun, "Well, do you mind if you don't mind?"

Director: "No."

Tan Sang saw the five big men behind her, and she knew that those people would not allow Xiaomei to be touched by others.

"Then...you can do whatever you want."

The director signaled, and the big man who had led Tan Sang to the open space appeared again, holding a tool for blindfolding the guests.

It's one of those ugly, ugly blindfolds.

Ugly as hell!

Those who were concerned about the image were stunned.

There was a few seconds of dead silence in the night breeze.

It was Zhou Fu who put on the blindfold calmly and generously.

Then one after another.

Tan Sang put it on, and it looked pretty cool, the kind that could be dragged down.

Also... so handsome...

When the show was broadcast, all the fans waited patiently to see the male god wearing blindfolds. As a result, from Zhou Fu to Tan Sang, there was no male god S. Some people watched it several times and thought they were fast forwarding...

Feeling a little cheated...

Looking at the crackling [What's going on with the program group? 】【Dare to cut my S God randomly? ! 】【Is the director crazy? 】

Thinking about who the boss on the opposite side is, the show crew would have to swallow it even if they broke their teeth.

That's right, that's right, we cut it randomly.

That's why we're crazy.

in darkness.

After walking for about seven or eight minutes, everyone seemed to have entered an inner space.

Supporting six people, oh no, the big man of five people left.

A few seconds later, there was a bang behind them, and all sounds disappeared.

The simultaneous existence of silence, darkness, and strangeness is definitely the greatest damage to the human spirit.

Even if everyone held on for a while, they already felt that the goosebumps on their bodies began to stop obeying the arrangement.

Tan Sang didn't feel anything, but rather got used to it.

A pair of slightly cool hands tapped on her palms. These hands, which were praised as the most artistic works in Asia, gave birth to something else to Tan Sang in this dead silence.

In the blurred vision, the man in front of him was tall and tall.

The next moment the man's hand left hers, Tan Sang felt a little strange.

Like flustered?

The man's slender fingers touched her forehead and traced them little by little, as if he was getting used to touching her.

It also seemed to be studying how to untie her blindfold.

The sharpened fingers looked clumsy now.

It's getting itchy.

Itchy her heart palpitations.

There was a burning sensation in his chest.

It's... to die for...

Suddenly there was a little light in front of my eyes.

This is a castle, they are in the hall now, there is a yellowish light for some reason, his clear and handsome face is dyed with a soft light, making him more obedient.

His eyes were calm but a little tired, and he slightly shrugged his eyes.

Long eyelashes, bright red lips.

The young man's lips are that kind of beautiful lip shape, which looks very... alluring.

The halo hit them, and the atmosphere heated up little by little.

Tan Sang moved closer.

"But...can I take off the blindfold?"

He Fanxing's trembling voice sounded beside him.

Tan Sang regained consciousness suddenly, almost got her tongue bitten, she immediately snatched her blindfold back from Jiang Zhun's hand, and put it in her arms as if she took it off herself.

"can."

He Fanxing, who stood still in place, took off his mask.

"It's just that someone is gone."

As soon as Tan Sang finished speaking, He Fanxing hugged her arm and blurted out: "Sister Sang, who is missing?"

Tan Sang was stunned.

He Fanxing himself was shocked.

It's just that the cold and noble man next to him frowned slightly.

tsk...

The more Jiang Zhun looked at the hand holding Tan Sang, the more unhappy he became.

(End of this chapter)