Quick time travel: The sickly villain is fierce and flirtatious

The moment Hu Dingcong came up with the answer, it was as if he had been enlightened.

"Sister Qin Yan is amazing!"

He decided to grab this life-saving straw throughout the week of "Chefing the Best".

The audience in front of the screen was shocked by Qin Yan's meticulous logic. For a moment, they felt that she was possessed by a ghost and the world had become fantasy.

Is this still the scumbag whose grades dragged the class back?

"Zundu fake?"

"The world kisses me badly, and I reward you with fair skin, beautiful lips, red teeth, and wisdom and long legs!"

It took 10 minutes for Qin Yan to sort out all the questions that Hu Dingcong was not very good at, and tried to make inferences when encountering similar problems in the future.

In the end, Hu Dingcong was deeply impressed by her charm, and said categorically that Qin Yan is his sister in the entertainment industry!

Comparable to the super high level of a tutor, it's really a talent in the circle, okay!

Wu Dingcong's fans put their fingers on the keyboard for a long time, not knowing what tone to speak.

Qin's reputation is so bad in the fan circle, of course they don't want their children to be involved.

"Although... Anyway, thank you Qin Yan for helping baby Congcong with his homework."

In any case, she was really helpful just now, and she couldn't fault it.

The camera at the corner of the corridor was always on, and a group of figures shrank tightly to the corner.

There is no sensor light installed here, but it needs to be turned on manually.

In the dim corner of the wall, the glare of the remaining mobile phone screen illuminates the people who are secretly hiding.

"Cancan, are you unwell? Do you want to call the hospital?"

The kitchen was short of clean towels for wiping hands. Qin Yan was about to go back to the room to get one when he met Qu Cancan huddled against the wall.

She squatted there in an extremely insecure posture, hugging her knees alone, and sliding her thumbs on the phone screen.

The bones all over his body seemed to be smashed, Qu Cancan's throat was lumped, his eyes were reddish, and he blinked his sour eyes hastily.

"No, I'm fine, Sister Qin Yan, just let me stay by myself for a while..."

The reflection of the water in Qu Cancan's eyes was clearly visible, how could Qin Yan pretend that he didn't see it, and turned his head back to the room directly.

Squatting down next to her leaning against the wall, Qin Yan caressed the other's back with gentle eyes: "It's better to say what's on your mind, because it may become more and more uncomfortable when you press it on your heart."

There is obviously something wrong with Qu Cancan's situation, and her attitude, words and deeds cannot be tough.

Putting her shoulders together and patting her lightly, Qin Yan comforted softly: "It's okay, it'll be better if you cry."

The things in my heart have been buried for a long time, and only a small gap is needed to vent them out without reservation.

Qu Cancan's nose was sore, and the emotions she tried to control collapsed, and she buried her face in her knees, tears welling in her eyes.

His thin back twitched, his voice was suppressed with grievances, and tears fell to the floor.

The bright mobile phone hit the tears, and the wooden floor made a muffled sound.

"Cancan, can I have a look?"

Qin Yan got her crying consent and picked up the phone.

After scrolling through more than a dozen Weibo messages, the reason why Qu Cancan was weeping in the corner alone was...

Internet public opinion.

Through the camera, audiences from all over the world also saw the sadness behind Qu Cancan.

She has tens of thousands of private messages on Weibo, including fans, black fans, passers-by...everything.

Most of the content in it was criticizing her appearance.

It was because I couldn't hold back at noon and took a bite of cucumber dipped in hot pot ingredients, accusations and abuse came overwhelmingly.