Quickly cross the paranoid villain for feeding

Chapter 209 What About Business Love? (10)

Yan Xun took a deep breath.

"First, my name is not Yan Huohuo, but Yan Xun."

"Second, if you let me go, will I go there?

Am I shameless? "

After she finished speaking, she took another big step back.

Little Spicy Chicken: [This sentence pattern...why is it so similar to a certain famous weather forecast idol drama? 】

It has the complex expression of an old man in the subway looking at his mobile phone.

Shen Qian smiled lowly.

His hands are so raw that they look like they came out of a cartoon.

The fingers are slender and fair, but at the moment there is a stubbed out cigarette between them.

He threw the cigarette in his hand in the special place above the trash can.

waved to her.

"First, your name is Yan Xun.

But I prefer the name Yan Huohuo.

Second, if you feel that it is shameful to ask you to come here. "

There is a smile between his brows and eyes.

"Later, I'll ask my assistant to bring the French dessert I specially bought to your room."

He said the word "specially" very seriously.

With deliberate temptation.

Yan Xun stood where he was.

She thought about it seriously.

Immediately afterwards, I imagined the cute appearance of desserts in my mind.

Swallowed.

Maintain a sliver of sanity.

Yan Xun took a step and walked over.

The little spicy chicken raised his forehead: [Have a little backbone, hey!

What about saving face?

Brother, don't be bought off by a plate of dim sum. 】

Yan Xun walked up to him.

Shen Mou handed her the written song.

"See how it goes."

He has not participated in a variety show for a long time.

This time it's also for repaying favors.

But now he made a new song.

But no one shared.

By coincidence, she came over.

Although Yan Xun seems that the first song is still a little bit too hot.

But she is no longer at the same level as the people here.

Yan Xun took it.

She was about to look, but raised her head again.

The almond eyes are full of seriousness.

"French dessert, is it delicious?"

Little Spicy Chicken: ... oh

my host

Can you have a little backbone?

[Host, please.

A little backbone. 】

Yan Xun replied calmly: "People are iron, rice is steel, if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry."

[But you just ate the last meal. 】

Yan Xun was plausible.

"As the old saying goes, if you have an advantage, don't take advantage of the bastard.

Are you willing to let me become like that? "

[I'm willing to...] The little spicy chicken replied without any desire to survive.

Yan Xun paused for three seconds.

Then, she curled her lips coldly.

"Little spicy chicken, your head is gone..."

The little spicy chicken just wanted to talk.

So it found itself forced to shut down.

Hey!

Host!

Ali!boss!

bully! !I was wrong.

Please don't turn off the mic, I was wrong, I promise I won't talk nonsense next time.

Shen Mo nodded, her tone was very objective: "The taste is not bad, sweet, but just right."

Yan Xun's eyes brightened.

She quickly lowered her head to look seriously.

Shen Mou's eyes fell on the little girl in front of her.

The person selected by the program group.

There really is such a pure mind.

It's rare here.

After all, there are too few people who are pure and flawless in the big dye vat.

I hope she can rely on her talent to achieve good results.

The more Yan Xun looked down, the brighter her eyes became.

She looked up excitedly.

"Has this song been recorded?"

Shen Qin smiled lightly and shook her head.

"I just wrote it, and you are the first to see it besides me."

Yan Xun couldn't stop being amazed by this song.

Whether it's composing music or writing good words.

They are already very, very powerful.

"Senior Shen, you are really amazing. This song will definitely become popular all over the world."

Shen Ao's eyes were also infected with a smile from her.

His big hands fell on her head, gently ruffling her hair.

His tone was pampering that he didn't even realize.

"Although I know, you may be blowing rainbow farts for dessert.

However, I am very happy..."

Humble Acha, ask for tickets online.

The recommended tickets from other people's homes came to pick up the children and go home.

Before my recommendation ticket came, I was the only child left in the mental hospital.

(End of this chapter)