Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 235 Autistic Little Poor (38)
But here it seems that there are countless eyes in the dark, red and purple eyes, looking at you motionlessly.

Tan Sang was slightly taken aback.

Because there is also a high-back chair here, but it is bright red, and there are small gems inlaid on it.

Very aristocratic.

Tan Sang wanted to go in, but Xiaomei held her hand, not allowing her to leave half a step.

A pair of brown eyes should have been indifferent, but Tan Sang saw other emotions, and Xiaomei wanted to pull her.

Tan Sang lowered her voice, and carefully approached him to avoid the camera: "Brother Jiang Zhun."

The voice was shallow, like sugar mixed with honey, quietly falling in the wind.

Jiang Zhun lowered his eyelashes, let go of Tan Sang's hand, and turned to tug on Tan Sang's shirt sleeve.

Tan Sang was about to be laughed at by him, why would he still do this kind of operation?
Lower your voice: "God S, there are cameras here, do you want to officially announce that you like me?"

Xiaomei was stunned for a moment, and when she heard her words, her eyes were like ripples in the lake, and there was a stream of light rippling gently in circles.

Then the slender eyelashes moved.

Official announcement, let everyone know that I like you, let everyone give up liking you, and be afraid of you.

Tan Sang really felt that he was sick, both brain supplementation and narcissism were sick.

"They'll cut it out."

Xiaomei seemed to understand, then loosened her clothes and turned around.

Tan Sang felt that the pressure on his clothes was gone, but his heart felt empty.

Then the boy's sharp fingers touched the curtain.

A small camera.

The dull kind.

There seemed to be whirlpools in the young man's eyes, and his thin lips parted slightly: "They dare not."

This is the most complete sentence he said, right?
Tan Sang suddenly felt that his focus was not right.

It should be that Xiaomei is too... rampant? !

Pretty has dropped a camera, but there are many more in the room.

Tan Sang watched Xiaomei approaching a little bit, she always felt that Jiang Zhun would grab her hand in the next moment, so she couldn't help taking a step back.

Tan Sang originally intended for Xiaomei's good, after all, it would be bad if his little fans saw her.

This should be scolded by the whole network.

Xiaomei will definitely drop a lot of fans.

If this is the case, Weibo may collapse.

And now she doesn't quite understand why Xiaomei likes so much... clinging to her?

it feels like a dream...

Moreover, she hadn't heard the system beep for a long time.

[Ding, the current favorability value is 43, and the current progress bar is 10, please make persistent efforts to the host. 】

Why did the favorability value go up?
Tan Sang's actions didn't mean that in Jiang Zhun's eyes.

He still remembered that she was afraid because of his illness, and he also saw her take a step back.

She always thought he was useless and couldn't stand even a small touch.

So, she has always looked down on him.

Like the circle after circle of water waves in the eyes of a lake, the silence gradually tends to crack, and unspeakable pain and discomfort sweep over the heart.

It was like the tide submerged him again and again, letting him cool down from one time to another.

Tan Sang also noticed something was wrong, and saw that Xiaomei's closed eyes were full of dark ink, and her aura was terribly frightening.

Is he feeling uncomfortable?

Or was he angry because he didn't let her hold hands?

Tan Sang was dying of anxiety, but this man didn't say a word.

Nor move.

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I've been stuck and sad lately.

(End of this chapter)