The Cancer In The Entertainment Circle Starts From The Scum In The Beijing Circle

quiet!

The room was eerily quiet!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Tan Zhuo's heart was pounding.

"I... I'm going first!"

After all, she couldn't bear the weird atmosphere that was becoming more and more breathless.

Throwing a sentence, he panicked and prepared to escape.

As a result, there is no time to turn around.

The white and slender wrist that was still tightly pinching the hem of the skirt was grabbed by the man.

"Teacher Tan Zhuo, it's not kind to run away after taking advantage of it.

Yang Fan looked at the woman in front of him with great interest.

He was indeed a little surprised before.

But this is not the first time this has happened.

With Hai Qing's lessons learned.

Yang Fan reacted quickly.

See her flustered naive look.

Out of nowhere, I just wanted to tease this older single dog who has reached the age of a young woman.

And what about Tan Zhuo?

She was too ashamed to lift her head at this moment.

The wrist was firmly grasped.

She was inexplicably nervous, but also inexplicably at ease.

This unreasonable complex emotion was intertwined and entwined in her heart.

"I...I didn't...","

Tan Zhuo's voice was very soft.

Obviously there is no basis for rebuttal.

"I didn't see that our teacher Tan would still argue."

Yang Fan let go of his hands, his face full of amusement.

However.

But Tan Zhuo explained with a blushing face: "There is no sophistry...I...I mean...I...I didn't want to escape...."

Her voice was choppy.

But it fell into Yang Fan's ears very clearly.

"Yeah?"

"Um"

Tan Zhuo still lowered his head, and his small and delicate nose let out a soft tone.

She could feel the man's hot eyes.

The white and tender little hands that were pinching the folds of the nightdress couldn't help but tighten a little.

Until the fingertips turn white and numb.

She just reacted belatedly.

at this time.

Yang Fan bent down suddenly, tilted his head and looked at her lowered cheek.

The sudden scene startled Tan Zhuo.

Back again and again.

Until one accidentally fell on the sofa.

Only then did Yang Fan stand up straight again [smiling and shaking his head: "Is there nothing you want to tell me?"

"have"

"Um?"

"I...I didn't take advantage...it's...you said it, Director Yang...I did it..."

ha?

Yang Fan looked puzzled.

"You...what you said told me not to like the character...hi...like you..."

Tan Zhuo's voice was like a mosquito.

As if mustering up his courage, he raised that not-so-beautiful but charming face and looked at Yang Fan seriously.

The latter was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly laughed wantonly.

And with his laughter came.

Tan Zhuo felt that the tension in his heart had inexplicably faded a lot.

And just when she felt that this matter was turning over.

Yang Fan's words made her tense instantly, and her whole body seemed to have fallen into a sluggish state.

"So Mr. Tan, you like me?"

Tan Zhuo's delicate body trembled. (Li Qianzhao)

The cheeks that had gradually recovered were once again stained with a layer of blush, and quickly permeated the whole body like rippling water waves.

The roots of the ears, the neck, and even the looming softness!

Through a translucent nightdress.

There are bursts of rippling red clouds in that white snow!

Thanks for the reminder.