Are sand sculpture trench fans distracted today?

Although it is true to say that this is the truth, there is an inexplicable sense of sarcasm when it comes out of his mouth.

It was like asking condescendingly, where did you get the confidence to think that you can get into the eyes of others, and that you are worthy of my doubts.

Song Nuan frowned and lost interest in talking, she just hid and turned away from him.

But Su Changle, who was already about to fall asleep, was unwilling to let it go, propped up his body and pressed his hands next to the other's face, breathing evenly into his ears.

"Don't be unhappy, I just made a little joke, of course I didn't ask because I believed in you."

At that time, before the audition, I saw the script about the kissing scene and got angry, mainly because I knew that Han Zijing could take all men and women, and he was well-known in the circle for being prone to "love because of the play", and he liked to talk about the part with the co-stars the most.

It is estimated that if it is not for the powerful family behind him who can suppress the matter, I am afraid that the actor Han would have been involved in scandals for flirting with the actors in the same group as early as his debut.

Su Changle did not miss the amazement in his eyes when he saw Song Nuan for the first time, and he also remembered that this person sent him a regretful voice on WeChat later, saying that this little star was born according to his aesthetics.

Although the relationship between the Han family and him wouldn't allow him to do anything out of bounds, but just thinking about what strange thoughts he might have about Song Nuan is already quite disturbing.

But Mu Zongjian was different, he was a straight man who had no interest in men at all, and it was even more impossible for him to have any relationship with Song Nuan other than friends, so there was absolutely no need to be upset about it.

Su Changle couldn't hold back his laughter when he thought of this, so he simply bent down and kissed the couple indiscriminately.Until Lian Xiaoxing couldn't hold back his cold face, and pushed himself softly with his messy hands.

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Although it took a long time before going to sleep, Song Nuan actually had a good night's rest. The next day, Deng Qixia called and was woken up. He held the phone to his ear and asked in a daze, "What's wrong, brother?"

"...Do you remember what day it is today?"

The manager obviously heard his sleepy voice, and asked after a moment of silence.

In fact, I really don’t have any impression. Song Nuan was stunned for a while, and then sat up suddenly from the bed: "Is that interview you gave me today?"

"There are still two hours, and I'm already waiting for you under the apartment." Deng Qixia tried to calm himself down and replied with a smile.

This apartment is not too big, and the kitchen is fully open, so you can have a panoramic view of the whole layout without much effort when passing by.

Su Changle had already left at this time, but there was a delicately printed ceramic bowl on the table, which was very conspicuous on the white tablecloth.

Originally, Song Nuan didn't take this seriously, she just glanced at it hastily, then turned her head and threw herself into the embrace of the bathroom.It was only when he dragged his injured leg to the door to change his shoes that he really raised his head and cast his gaze in that direction.

He pursed his lips and hesitated for a while, but chose to move over slowly, and lowered his head to look at the things inside.

Song Nuan didn't know much about Su Changle's past, but he could guess that this kind of young master who came from a famous family must have never been in the sun since he was a child.There is nothing in the refrigerator that goes unmentioned, and those takeaway boxes that are thrown in the trash can also represent many things.

So the bowl of millet porridge in front of me doesn't look very good. The owner who turned it into what it is now probably wants to pursue a sticky feeling.In the end, they didn't figure out the real production process, but just blindly reduced the amount of water, and even the stuff in front of Song Nuan shouldn't even be called porridge.

Maybe rice with too much water would be better.

And - many places inside have been boiled, and the black things in the yellow also reflect a strong sense of existence.

Song Nuan raised her hand and fed herself a spoonful, thinking that the taste was as bad as she thought, and it was cold because it had been left for a long time.

"Fuck, what the hell is this?" He half-closed his eyes and cursed with a smile, but in the end he didn't spit out the hard-to-swallow porridge, and even his eyes turned red quietly.