Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 250 Autistic Little Poor (53)
He also covered the pretty boy's face with the sweater he took off because of the heat.

Gone like a tornado.

Someone snapped the backs of the two of them, and saw the iconic Peppa Pig behind the boy's clothes, only to realize that this handsome boy turned out to be S who is popular all over the Internet!

Quickly posted a Weibo, Mom, I really saw the true face of S in my lifetime! ! !

Comments below.

It's like this every time, as long as it's related to S, it can be on the hot search.

Is the number one most searched this year so good? !
Tan Sang never thought that Xiaomei would come to a crowded school, and she panicked, tiptoeing to wrap her sweater tightly around him.

Doesn't this little beauty know how good-looking she is?
Are you coming to school openly?
If someone touches him, it will hurt him to death!
The more Tan Sang thought about it, the more angry he frowned.

But he didn't notice a hint of darkness flashing through Jiang Zhun's brown eyes that looked like glass.

So he lowered his head without warning, and the sweater fell on Tan Sang's body,

The moment the breath poured over, the man's thin lips shallowly sealed hers. The thin lips had an extremely soft touch, and the faint fragrance between the lips and teeth was extremely attractive.

The boy's fair skin was a little red, he held Tan Sang tightly with both hands, and kissed her earlobe tentatively.

softly.

Without a little twist.

"I don't want to be alone," and I don't want other men to see you.

He could clearly see just now that there were many men in that group of people staring at Tan Sang, obviously he was still here!
This sentence made Tan Sang even ask Jiang Zhun why he came to school, and the words stuck in his throat.

Xiaomei looked at her with eyes full of love.

Tan Sang was almost dazzled again.

I sighed helplessly in my heart.

Who told him to look so good-looking?
Forget it, here we come.

Just go back quickly, that's all.

If the person in front of him was not Jiang Zhun, Tan Sang would have to ask about the eighteenth generation of his ancestors.

Tan Sang patted Jiang Zhun on the back, "Jiang Zhun, tell me next time you come here, otherwise I will be worried."

Xiaomei blinked, and she understood.

But the fingertips couldn't help curling up, pinching the corner of her clothes.

Tan Sang also saw it, and was taken aback for a moment.
Naturally, he pulled his hand to his own.

"Come on, go home."

Back... home?
The once dilapidated home, the source of all his fears.

It is also the word he hates the most.

Now he felt unusually at ease and eager.

[Ding, favorability value +2, current favorability value is 95]

Hearing this prompt, Tan Sang felt an indescribable joy.

The tails of the eyes are slender, and the eyes are flickering.

She turned her head and asked, "Jiang Zhun, do you have any wishes?"

The boy's body froze obviously, it was the fear from the bottom of his heart, it was the past that he was about to forget.

The heart is falling.

A snowy day more than ten years ago.

It was Jiang Zhun's birthday that day, and his father promised him that he would come home.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger.

People passing by come and go, but there is no such tall back.

A group of unexpected guests arrived.

Mom also knows that they are strange, but keeping calm is the last thing she can do for Jiang Jun.

After being caught by a drug dealer, she would fondle his head lovingly and say again and again: "Ah Zhun, don't be afraid, Dad will save us."

But she clearly knew that her father would not give up the country.

(End of this chapter)