Peach Fortune Ring

"Hehe, little brat, why are you here?"

Song Yan was thinking about how to answer, but Su Meier's head shrugged and fell asleep.

"Hey, Sister Su, can you put on your skirt before going to bed?" Song Yan gently pushed Su Meier's fragrant shoulders.

Unexpectedly, with his push, Su Meier's upper body leaned back, completely exposing her lower body in his sight.

With a casual glance, Song Yan's breathing suddenly became short, and the little guy who had just stuffed his pants showed signs of rushing out of his pants.

"Sister Su, you are really a villain." Song Yan smiled wryly. If she had known this, she shouldn't have let her drink so much.

He stepped forward to support Su Meier's body first, then lifted her underwear and skirt, and carried her back to the bed, but she was covered in hot sweat.

Song Yan covered Su Meier with a quilt, looked at that beautiful and alluring face, but his heart was pounding, and he said to himself: "Sister Su, fortunately you met me today, otherwise, you will be miserable gone."

Touching his hot cheeks, Song Yan went to the bathroom again and poured a handful of cold water on his face.

Suddenly, a burst of earth-shattering vomiting came from outside, Song Yan was startled, and rushed out of the bathroom, and saw Su Meier sitting barefoot by the bed, besides a pile of vomit on the floor, her body and skirt were also covered with vomit. Stained a lot.

"Ha ha!"

Su Meier gave him a foolish smile, fell headfirst on the bed and fell asleep again.

Seeing this scene, Song Yan really wanted to cry but had no tears.

He stood in a daze for a long while before walking to the bed, and suddenly a sour smell penetrated into his nostrils, almost made him spit out the contents of his stomach, especially the vomit that his eyes fell on Su Meier's body , he couldn't help being in trouble.

Let it be, or take off the vomit-stained clothes and skirts?

After a long silence, Song Yan decided to help Su Meier take off her clothes and skirts.

After a lot of tossing and cleaning the room, Song Yan was sweating again.

After he washed the vomit-stained clothes and skirts to dry, he walked out of the bathroom, only to find that Su Meier woke up again, standing in the middle of the room in a three-point style in a daze.

Suddenly, Song Yan's eyes straightened again.

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Chapter 50 Piano Preliminary Competition

The tall and round peaks, the snow muscles that can be broken by blowing, and the flat belly, and those slender and white legs are all exposed in Song Yan's sight.

Taking a deep breath, Song Yan smiled wryly and said, "Sister Su, are you testing me or torturing me?"

"Water, I want to drink water." Hearing Song Yan's voice, Su Meier's eyes regained a bit of spirit, and she said to him.

"You wait."

Fortunately, Song Yan had the foresight to boil a pot of water, poured half a cup of water, and brought it to Su Meier, but Song Yan didn't dare to look at her too much, otherwise, he was really afraid that he would not be able to restrain himself and make a move. Some things are not as good as animals.

"Sister Su, the water is here."

Hearing this, Su Meier didn't reach for the cup, a charming smile appeared on her face, and her tone was even more frivolous: "Little brat, does sister have a good-looking body?"

Song Yan was trying his best to restrain himself. Hearing Su Meier's words, his eyes subconsciously swept across her body, his eyes were faintly red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Sister Su, you are playing with fire, I hope you don't challenge me. Bottom line, otherwise, I will let you know, the little kid will become a big man!"

"Hehe." Su Meier let out a chuckle like a silver bell, with a bit of provocation in her eyes: "Do you dare?"

Suddenly, Song Yan raised his head, staring at Su Meier's beautiful cheek with red eyes: "Sister Su, let me say this for the last time, don't provoke me again!"

For some reason, Su Meier panicked when she came into contact with Song Yan's red eyes. She had a feeling that if she provoked Song Yan a few more words, the boy in front of her would turn into a hungry wolf and pounce on her. fall.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore!"

Su Meier took the water glass, drank the warm water in it, and returned the glass to Song Yan, saying, "Thank you for your care, little boy. I'm fine now, you can leave."

"it is good."

Song Yan nodded, took the cup, put it on the coffee table, and walked out of the room. It is better to leave here and suffer physical and psychological torture.

"By the way, your car is at the food stall, you can drive it by yourself tomorrow!" Song Yan suddenly turned around when he was about to walk out of the room.

"okay, I get it."

"boom."

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Su Meier breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little lost in her heart. She rubbed her heavy head vigorously, and said to herself, "It's really tangled!"

Walking out of the hotel, a gust of night wind blew, not only bringing coolness, but also clearing Song Yan's head.

The faces of Han Sha and Su Meier flashed in my mind, and an evil smile appeared on the corner of my mouth: "First I saw all of Teacher Han Sha's body, and then I almost saw all of Su Meier's body. It seems that today I The peach luck value is extremely strong!"

At 09 o'clock the next morning, Song Yan came to Xiangcheng Conservatory of Music again. Yesterday afternoon, the staff of the piano competition organizer called to inform him to go to the auditorium of Xiangcheng Conservatory of Music at 30:[-] today to participate in the preliminary round .

And briefly told him the rules of the preliminary round, so that he could prepare early.

The rules of the preliminary competition are similar to those of the audition. They all play their own repertoire, but the place of performance is changed to the auditorium of the Conservatory of Music. At the same time, there are hundreds of spectators. Moreover, Xiangcheng TV4 will conduct the whole competition broadcast.

Through the sign, Song Yan found the auditorium of the Conservatory of Music. At the entrance of the auditorium, staff from the organizer were waiting to issue number plates to the contestants.

Similarly, after reporting his name and ID number, Song Yan received a number plate with the number 88, indicating that he was the 88th to perform.

Under the guidance of the staff, he came to the backstage of the auditorium.

There are nearly 300 contestants who have passed the audition, so the backstage at the moment seems a bit crowded. Fortunately, there are staff in the backstage to maintain order, otherwise it will definitely become a mess.

"Contestants who need makeup, please come to the dressing room to do makeup, and those who don't need makeup, please wait patiently outside."

A staff member yelled through a loudspeaker.

Song Yan looked around the background, but didn't find Xia Xiang and Song Xue, so he came to a corner and stood still, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

"Hey, Ah Yan, why are you hiding here? Do you need makeup? The makeup artist inside is an acquaintance of mine. I'll take you there." Xia Xiang's voice rang in his ears.

Song Yan opened his eyes to look at Xia Xiang, and found that there was a thick layer of foundation on the other's face.

"Your makeup is so ugly!" Song Yan said frankly, after the two had a meal together yesterday, they became a lot closer.

Xia Xiang smiled and said: "Hey, what do you know, you have to paint your face white on stage, otherwise, under the camera, your skin will look dull and yellow."

"Yeah, I really don't know about that."

"Let's go, I'll take you to the dressing room and paint white spots for you." Xia Xiang said enthusiastically.

"No need." Song Yan shook his head hastily, thinking that he would smear two thick layers of foundation on his face, he shuddered.

Song Yan didn't want to go, and Xia Xiang didn't force it. Suddenly, he remembered something and asked, "Did you watch the audition clip broadcast on TV last night?"