Kuai Chuan, fall in love with a fairy

Chapter 632 Is Greedy For Your Body (27)

Chen Xiaoguang took a sip by himself, feeling melancholy.

"It's really hard to feed."

He took out the strawberry yoghurt from his bag and handed it to Shen Yang.

"I brought a few bottles with me."

Shen Yang reached out to take it.

Chen Xiaoguang felt strange, and moved his head curiously.

"Strawberry? Get me a bottle."

Shen Yang frowned, the young man was sitting in a chair holding a yogurt in a pink package, looking at him with slightly lowered eyebrows, he looked arrogant, like a delicate and capricious young man.

"It's noisy."

Full of disgust.

Chen Xiaoguang was so wronged: "I didn't say anything."

He turned around to find He You to complain, but he saw that He You had already packed the leftover yogurt into his bag.

A stingy look that he didn't want to share with him.

Chen Xiaoguang: ...

Another day of mischief.

The fitting process went smoothly, and the organizer took a lot of photos.

When it was over, Shen Yang's lips were already pale
The re-dried and fluffy hair was loosened, the contours of the face were softened, and a lot of attack power was reduced.

The male model who had talked to Shen Yang before looked at him twice and walked over with a smile.

He raised his arm and wanted to pat Shen Yang on the shoulder, but Shen Yang dodged it.

The boy's name is Zhao Ping, he is shorter than Shen Yang, with three-dimensional features and a deep outline.

He had a smile on his face, very close and familiar.

"Go back together?"

Shen Yang was holding a bottle of water in his hand, his brows and eyes were light.

"Need not."

Zhao Ping smiled: "We have worked together many times, why are you still so cold?"

He had a half-smile: "Although you are considered an old man in this circle, you can't keep putting on airs."

Shen Yang's eyes were light, and he raised his eyes to look at him: "Who are you?"

Zhao Ping: ...

He gritted his teeth, the smile on his face was a little stiff.

"Zhao Ping, my name is Zhao Ping."

Shen Yang looked away lightly: "I don't know."

Zhao Ping was at a loss for words for a moment, and didn't know what to say.

The young man in front of him was cold and indifferent. If he said he didn't know him, he didn't know him.

In front of Shen Yang, he was like a clown, he couldn't even make people remember his name.

Chen Xiaoguang came to pick up Shen Yang, his eyes stopped on Zhao Ping, and he nodded his head as a greeting.

He held the car keys in his hand: "go back now."

Shen Yang stepped away, his thin body straight.

There was a wind blowing outside, and the coldness of the foreign country surged up, and it couldn't stop burrowing into his bosom.

He stomped his feet again and wrapped his coat tightly.

Shen Yang saw her from a distance, paused for a moment, then accelerated.

The girl was wearing a thin shirt and short skirt, and her exposed calf was tender and raw, which was a little reddened by the wind.

Shen Yang frowned.

He saw him again, and trotted over.

She smiled brightly: "Can I rub against your car?"

Shen Yang pursed his lips, and gently put his coat on her shoulders.

The coat is too big for a girl and baggy.

Shen Yang tugged at the sleeves of his coat with lowered eyebrows.

His voice was low, as if there was a touch of coldness in it.

"Hand out."

He blinked again, obediently put his arm in.

She hugged the sleeve that was longer than her own arm, and looked up at him.

"Give me the coat, aren't you cold?"

Shen Yang responded in a low voice, then turned to look at Chen Xiaoguang.

Chen Xiaoguang: ...

He waved his hand: "Alright, I'm going to drive."

He really is a tool man.

(End of this chapter)