I just want to hold a hand [entertainment circle]

Now Lin Hang really wants to travel back to 10 minutes ago to take back his words, and then shovel Shen Chuan to death with a shovel and bury him on the spot.

"What's this?" Lin Hang picked up the huge poncho expressionlessly.

"This is a pannier," the lady in charge patiently explained, observing Lin Hang's expression while saying, "Wearing it inside the skirt can make the skirt below fluff up, increase the sense of expansion, and make the skirt more beautiful to wear oh."

Lin Hang threw that thing back on the table again, stood with his lips tensed and expressionless, his eyes slowly moved to Shen Chuan who was standing aside, it seemed that if Shen Chuan's explanation did not satisfy him, The roof can be lifted in the next second.

"Haha," Shen Chuan saw that he couldn't hide, and wiped his sweat silently with a smile while walking over, "The styles of these clothes were all voted by fans on the Internet, and our program group prepared according to the above, vote It’s all sent out, and it’s impossible to change it temporarily. You see, even Mr. Kang is wearing it, or... just put it on and put it on?"

Shen Chuan bit the bullet and picked up one of them: "I think this one is pretty good, don't you see that this pattern and style is pretty good, and it's not exposed, it's just..."

Lin Hang took the conversation and looked at the skirt with a half-smile: "It's just that the hem of the skirt is a little bigger, the pattern on it is a little denser, and the color is a little bit more colorful, isn't it?"

"..." Shen Chuan was so frightened by Lin Hang's expression that his legs went limp.

Standing against the light by the window, Lin Hang's eyelashes were painted a light golden color by the halo. At this moment, there was a little impatience on the tip of his brows, and the irritability on his face almost turned into substance.

When his eyes flicked to the side, he reached out and picked up a thin round piece that was bigger than a fingernail: "Okay, that's a pannier, then what is this? They are all messy things—"

"That, that's a nipple sticker." Seeing that Lin Hang was about to lose his temper, the young lady next to him whispered.

Lin Hang didn't understand, and Mo Lan's eyes subconsciously narrowed. His eyes were full of momentum, and he said impatiently, "——What post?"

"That's right," Lin Hang's posture was too scary, and the lady in charge couldn't help trembling a little when she spoke, "That's right, it's the kind that sticks on the chest to prevent it from being exposed..."

The lady in charge lowered her head, and her voice became lower and lower: "The one you are holding is for Mr. Tang. His cheongsam is soft, and he is afraid of being photographed randomly..."

After waiting for the sound for a long time, the lady in charge raised her head subconsciously, just in time to see Lin Hang frowning with a dull expression.

The natural momentum in his eyes seemed to have been pierced silently, stinging out. At this moment, it was tainted with a little bit of bewilderment, and he looked a little...Stupid?

Before the lady in charge of the scene had time to apologize for her rebellious idea, Lin Hang finally made a move.

First, he unceremoniously "snapped" the piece of thing and threw it on the table like a hot hand, his face slowly turned a little red, but he still held on to his momentum, probably because he didn't want to lose face, and then he seemed to be caught by something behind him. As if chasing something, fiercely grabbed the skirt that had been disliked before and rushed into the changing room.

"Hey," Yang Liqing was taken aback by this posture, "I'll make this kid happy by wearing a skirt."

The lady in charge stood blankly behind him, and she came back to her senses after a while, and hurried to catch up: "Director Lin, you haven't brought your pannier in yet! Pannier! Pannier!"

After changing clothes, all the guests returned to the downstairs hall to gather.

Yang Liqing changed into a yellow and green floral sarong, and it was like a dream back to the [-]s. Standing in the well-lit hall at this moment, his mind was swaying, and it seemed that he was about to sing a song: "Where is Mujing, did you bring your guitar down?" ? Hurry up and play a song for me!"

Mu Jing: "..."

Su Lei wore a medieval European-style riding suit, with her waist and legs cinched, and a gun on her waist. To match the costume, she even wiped her hair back. Looking around at the top of the stairs: "Why isn't Lin Hang coming down, I think it's funny when I think of him wearing a skirt with an aggrieved face hahahaha..."

"...Is it funny?" A faint voice appeared at the stairs.

Lin Hang stood there with a dark face, looking really aggrieved.

He is wearing the new Snow White Lolita costume from the Kamen Rider family, which incorporates medieval retro elements and the theme of the Snow White story. The overall style is complex and gorgeous, showing an extremely strong sense of story and retro, but all However, the color of her face was miraculously suppressed by the face that was born with a sense of mixed blood.

Probably to match this outfit, the makeup intentionally weakened the masculine coldness of his facial features, and magnified the stunning feeling brought by those proud dark blue eyes. The light golden hair was tied with tassels, Hang from the side of the hair.

He stood there as a whole, except that his legs were extra long and his stature was extra tall, he really looked like a tall medieval princess.

Lin Hang walked downstairs awkwardly.

The fluffy skirt swayed every step of the way, the stockings and waistband made people feel uncomfortable, even the shoes were weird, Lin Hang even felt that he would split his fork on the stairs whenever he walked.

“哈哈哈哈哈哈哈很不错嘛——”苏蕾笑得不行，“蔺航你很有穿女装的潜质嘛！你这个腿放到网上，绝对以假乱真，相信我，这套照片放到网上，下A loop grass planter is you!"

"...shut up," Lin Hang said with a cold face, and stood a little further away from Su Lei in disgust, "Stay away from me."

For the convenience of traveling, the program team equipped each guest with a mask that matched the costume, and a group of people set off toward the Cultural Festival Long Street in such a mighty way.

The six guests are divided into three cars, the guests in the back seat, the driver in the front seat and follow-up portraits.

When Lin Hang got on the car, Tang Ci happened to get on the car from the other side. The cheongsam was spread high, and his snow-white legs protruded out, and fell in again. Lin Hang could even see a plum blossom blooming on the side of his legs, from the snow-white legs| Roots go all the way in.

Lin Hang subconsciously staggered his eyes nervously, not daring to look to the side anymore, and sat close to the car window.

Tang Ci suddenly moved.

He leaned over, his white arms passed Lin Hang just like that, and fell to his side, took a bottle of mineral water from the bag next to him, and then the light and pleasant breath fell to his side again.

Only then did Lin Hang feel the air return to his nasal cavity, and sat a little closer to the wall of the car in silence, feeling that he was a little dizzy at the moment being disturbed by the breath belonging to Tang Ci.

"What are you doing sitting there?" Tang Ci looked up at him, "Not crowded?"

Lin Hang opened the car window a little bit silently, wanting the cold wind to blow away the heat from his face: "I can blow the wind to keep me cool."

Tang Ci glanced past his ears, and there was a faint smile in his voice, "Oh".

Because of the annual cultural festival, Nandu has almost gathered people from all corners of the country, and the entire long street is crowded with people.

Lin Hang still felt uncomfortable at first, but when he got out of the car, he saw that the street was full of strange clothes, and suddenly he felt a lot more normal.

They even saw a muscular and muscular man wearing a miniskirt that just covered the thighs, his calf muscles were tight, and the skirt swayed with the man's heroic walking posture, very bold and unruly.

Lin Hang suddenly felt a lot more confident, at least his skirt still covered his knees!

Tang Ci is wearing a light blue Chinese-style cheongsam that fits perfectly with this city today. The neckline is made of the most classic buckles. The ink-like hair ends are cut short, revealing a lazy and beautiful neck that stretches all the way into the neckline to go.The fabric of the cheongsam is soft and close to the body, and the waist can be pinched into an arc. It is obviously a well-regulated design, but the slits are made very high, and you can see the snow-white color and a plum blossom blooming on it.

The plum blossom was painted on, and the flower branches climbed from the root of the leg to the invisible deeper, adding a little bit of debauchery for no reason, making it even more attractive to prying eyes.

Not to mention boys, it is rare for girls to wear cheongsams so beautifully. It is inevitable to stop and stare when they come and go. Tang Ci met many people who asked for a group photo along the way.

Sometimes when encountering troublemakers, Lin Hang would stand by the side with a cold face, and often run away before he even opened his mouth.

There are all kinds of characteristic vendors and small stalls on both sides of the long street, and the flow of people winds from here to the end of the long street.

The program team didn't have any mandatory tasks today, so a few people went shopping, eating and drinking all the way, from the street to the end of the street.

Having a barbecue in the yard at night, besides the barbecue, there are also various kinds of seafood that are abundant in the Southern Metropolis.

A group of people sat together, each with a small horse, choked by the smoke from the barbecue.

Shen Chuan said: "How do you feel about the Cultural Festival today?"

Yang Liqing sighed: "The skirt is really cool! It's just that I don't feel safe, and I always feel that someone is touching my ass|ass."

The group of people laughed, halfway through the barbecue, Kang Sheng came back with a few bottles of wine from somewhere, and Yang Liqing shouted happily: "That's right! What's the point of eating barbecue without wine?"

"Well, since we've come to Nandu, let's play something elegant," Yang Liqing suggested, "Poetry Solitaire is elegant enough. Tang poetry, Song Ci, Yuanqu, five rhythms and seven rhythms are free, homonyms are fine, just have fun. Don't drink too much More, just one sip, drink as much as you like!"

In addition, seven people from Shen Chuan formed a table. Starting with Kang Sheng, the pick-ups were simple at the beginning, but later on, there were some unorthodox ones, and the people at the table drank a little more or less.

Yang Liqing drank the most, and after drinking, his area became smaller and larger, and his tongue became a little big.

"That's not right," Yang Liqing shook his head, "Lin Hang hasn't had a sip since he was served, right? Who will start this... Oh, it's Xiao Tang's turn, Xiao Tang, hurry up and get him!"

"Let's use the word "Lin" in this game, hurry up."

"Lin?" Tang Ci also drank a few cups tonight, not too drunk, but the expression on his face was richer than usual, and the end of his eyes was dizzy with a smile for no reason, and his eyes seemed to be flickering when they floated to the side. With a small hook.

Lin Hang was taken aback by the hook.

"The word Lin is easy..."

Tang Ci held a wine glass in his hand, with a smile on his lips, a little red on his cheeks, and his voice seemed to be drunk, with a hint of drunkenness:

"Linglong dice An Hongdou, do you know about lovesickness?"

The air seemed to be quiet for a moment.

A small handful of cotton seemed to be stuffed into Lin Hang's ears, and all other redundant voices became indistinct, only Tang Ci's voice stained with alcohol pierced in from his ear with a hook.

"Good poem! Lin Hang pick it up!"

"Why are you in a daze, you didn't answer it just now, it was pretty good, if you don't answer it, you have to drink, don't try to play tricks."

"Yeah, time has passed, drink!"

Lin Hang picked up the glass of wine in front of him amidst the shouts of the crowd, and subconsciously passed it to his lips. Before he could drink it, someone grabbed his wrist first, and Tang Ci reached out from the side and snatched his glass away. On the table: "Lin Hang can't drink."

Tang Ci still remembers Lin Hang's appearance when he was drunk last time. If he is really drunk, he can still make trouble in the room all night?

"Tsk, this can't be done. There are rules for the wine table, so don't try to be special," Yang Liqing coaxed, "Su Lei's little girl drank it all, so what's the matter if you don't drink alone? Hurry up."

Lin Hang responded, and still brought the wine to his mouth and took a sip. It was so crisp that Tang Ci couldn't stop him even if he wanted to.

Tang Ci frowned with a headache.

Yang Liqing obviously didn't realize the seriousness of the situation at all, and he was still booing over there: "That's right, deep feelings, a mouthful of boredom! Have fun!"

Lin Hang's pupils had obviously become dilated slowly, but he was still sitting quietly, and he couldn't see anything unless he looked carefully.

Kang Sheng: "Whose turn is it now? The last one is Tang Ci, this one is..."

"Tang Ci! Tang Ci!" Lin Hang suddenly shouted excitedly, "Tang Ci!"

"Hey," Yang Liqing was taken aback, and ran his hand over his chest, "What are you calling for? It scared me to death. Tang Ci, I'm calling you."

"Yang Liqing," Lin Hang squinted his eyes in dissatisfaction, and called out the name of the voice accurately, "Who allowed you to bark?"

"..."

The people at the table seemed to have been pressed the pause button at the same time, Yang Liqing glanced at Lin Hang in surprise: "... Are you really drunk? Are you pretending?"

Tang Ci nodded with a headache, and finally felt Zheng Yang's feelings last time: "I told him he can't drink anymore..."

"Hey, this is really pouring in one cup."

Lin Hang was still shouting: "Tang Ci Tang Ci Tang Ci Tang Ci Tang Ci Tang Ci Tang Ci..."

Tang Ci directly reached out and patted Lin Hang's head, remembering that there was a camera at this moment, and said in a low voice: "Shut up."

Lin Hang was taken aback by the photograph, his eyes followed the hand that was stretched out to pat him, and finally landed on his leg.

Tang Ci's fingers rested on his knees, all five fingers were as clean and beautiful as bone china, the joints were slightly raised, and there were faint veins floating under the snow-white flesh.

Lin Hang looked at that hand, and muttered twice: "It's blocked..."

"What..." Before Tang Ci finished speaking, his hand was removed from his leg, and Lin Hang stared at the small spot on his leg with burning eyes, as if he wanted to burn a hole in it with his eyes.

All the people at the table were attracted by this movement, Kang Sheng hesitated: "What's wrong?"

Tang Ci shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

"Flowers..." Lin Hang said vaguely.

"What flowers?" Yang Liqing heard it clearly, and joked with a smile, "Xiao Tang took your flowers? Such a treasure? Show us too."

Lin Hang touched the small area on the side of Tang Ci's leg with his hand, and slowly rubbed it through the fabric of the trousers. His voice seemed to be contained in his throat, with a little stubbornness after drinking:

"Xiao Tang's flowers."

"Don't show it to others, just show it to me."

The author has something to say: let me show you, Xiao Tang and the flowers are yours.

How many steps should be divided into the next "Strategy of Crazy Criticism"? 》, a collection of balls~

Q: How many steps should be divided into (reverse) Raiders Crazy Batch?

When Ruan came over:

Thank you.

1. Show softness first

2. Show softness but just cry

3. Run away when crying is useless

Then you get an even crazier batch.

How many steps does it take to become a crazy batch?

Lin Duchao:

1. You need an ex-boyfriend who is interested in sex.

2. Make him afraid to flirt with other people.

Lin Duchao has good-looking features and a gentle personality. He is a perfect boyfriend who is considerate in every way.

When Ruan saw that one loves the other, he is a heartless, bad embryo.

Shi Ruan was a scumbag.

Lin Duchao went crazy.

* Paranoid, cold-blooded, duplicity, crazy criticism & greedy for life, fear of death, romantic green tea subject