Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

As soon as she said this, no one spoke in the entire live broadcast interface for half a minute.

In an instant, the netizens exploded with a clatter:

[? ? ! ! Wait for the light! Is it the young Chinese painter Waiting for the Light I was thinking about? 】

[Ahhh, my God, Waiting Light is my favorite Chinese painter, but this brother is too low-key, and I don’t even give my fans the chance to lick him. I want to collect some materials about him to make my eyes look good. This brother has never participated in activities, Wen Tingyun is too awesome to invite him to wait for the light! 】

[I fucking exploded on the spot. If Sister Wen can really invite Waiting Light, I will be your fan for ten thousand years, and whoever scolds you in the future will scold him! 】

Once the word waiting for light was fermented on the Internet, it quickly became the number one hot search.

Fans of Waiting for the Light came here upon hearing the news, and when they saw Wen Tingyun saying that they would invite Waiting for the Light to be a show guest, they all burst into tears with excitement, maxing out Wen Tingyun's live broadcast room.

Fans of Waiting for the Light said that their baby hadn’t moved for almost a year. If it weren’t for the museum still displaying Waiting for the Light’s paintings, these fans would have thought that Waiting for the Light was a fantasy.

Right now, I got the good news from Wen Tingyun that I might see Waiting Light, the fans were excited and incoherent, and they paid attention to Wen Tingyun waiting for the result.

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Overnight, all the popular traffic went to Wen Tingyun, but Fu Ting's place was ignored. Fu Ting's fans were so anxious that they sent private letters to Fu Ting, asking her to invite even more awesome guests to sit here. .

But definitely not to be compared by Wen Tingyun!

Fu Ting didn't care, and still arranged the work of the show according to the normal process.

Before asking Cen Juan to check for her about Fu Yu'an's medical report abroad, Fu Ting has already got it, and she already knows Fu Yu'an's knot.

So what she needs to do next is to resolve the shadow in Fu Yu'an's heart.

Just as Fu Ting was thinking about what to do, a muffled groan came from behind him.

Cen Juan leaned on the sofa in the back, closed his eyes, with a uncomfortable expression on his face.

Fu Ting walked over immediately, reached out and pushed his shoulder, Cen Juan, what's wrong with you.

As he got closer, he saw a fine layer of sweat appearing on the man's beautiful face, and his brows and eyes were slightly wrinkled, as if he had a nightmare.

Hearing Fu Ting's voice, the man slowly opened his eyes and looked at her steadily.

His eyes were deep, like a thousand waves of ink, as if they wanted to suck Fu Ting's soul away.

The next second, Cen Juan reached out and grabbed Fu Ting's wrist, pushing her into his arms.

Fu Ting was caught off guard and embedded in the man's hormonal embrace, her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

She resisted and struggled for a while, but was hugged even tighter. Cen Juan pressed against her ear, and said in a low voice, Let brother hug you.

Fu Ting was forced to bury her face on his shoulder and neck, and said in a muffled voice, I haven't agreed to be with you yet.

I know. Cen Juan still didn't let go, he took a deep breath, his low voice was very gentle, but he also restrained certain emotions, and said softly, Just treat yourself like a brother and want to be a hooligan tonight.

Fu Ting, ...

She suddenly felt something was wrong, and asked hesitantly, Are you in a bad mood?

Somewhat.

Why? Fu Ting asked, Did you have a nightmare?

Well, I had a nightmare. Cen Juan rested his chin on Fu Ting's shoulder, not letting her see his expression, he chuckled, Brother is a little scared.