Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 492 Cat-Eared Teenage Idol vs. Draft Group’s Favorite Little Salted Fish 43
"What?" Others also became nervous.

"Actually..." Jiang Li'an said, "I am Shen Qingzhuo's benefactor father!"

It's just that it's the enemy's patron's father.

After all, Shengguang Media, where Shen Qingzhuo works, and Huaxing Media—that's a blood feud.

When Shen Qingzhuo came onto the stage, the director immediately asked someone to cut the camera from the live broadcast room, so no one saw their conversation.

[I don’t know why I just saw Zhuo Shen’s side face flashing away...]
[You are not alone]
[Is there anything that I, a distinguished annual VIP member, can't see! ]
Jiang Li'an ran away holding his head under the eyes of other people.

"It's not over yet? Where are you going?!"

"Pack up your luggage ~ go home and find mom ~"

She ran like a gust of wind, and no one could catch her.

Fans in the live broadcast room noticed this scene and cried even more.

Woooooo how strong their cubs are, they would rather hide secretly in a corner than expose themselves to others!

I was so heartbroken that I didn't even want the camera!

"Do you think it's over when you get here? No." Tan Junxi noticed the interaction between the two people, rubbed his fingertips, and continued to follow the rules, ""Limited Girls" will eliminate the top five A chance for trainees—”

"One to No. 60 trainees opened their own voting channels. As of 60:08 tonight, the one with the highest number of votes will receive the support of the people in charge and return to the stage!"

The big screen turned on the countdown.

"Come and pick your favorite trainee."

The days in summer are always extraordinarily long, the cicadas sing loudly and sing hoarsely through the day, when it gets dark it is already nearly eight o’clock, the twilight is all together, and the moon in the sky reveals a crooked corner.

Jiang Li'an recalled what Shen Qingzhuo said, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, with a wave of anger suffocating in his heart.

She didn't expect the other party to be so narcissistic besides his poisonous tongue.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

She doesn't want it for ten years, she wants it now. To bear it for a minute and a second is an insult to her personality!
So here comes the question - how is it appropriate to take revenge on Shen Qingzhuo?
Suddenly, Jiang Li'an had a flash of inspiration.

**
"When did you learn to dance?"

After the performance, the live broadcast was closed. There is no class today, so you can rest. The trainees left in twos and threes.

The night was dark, the night sky was between gray and thick, and the moonlight was faint, obliquely shining on the man through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making it difficult for people to see the heartlessness in his bones.

Tan Junxi took the man to his dormitory, poured two glasses of water, and asked.

"Maybe it's because of the extraordinary talent?" Yuan Qian spoke in a half-true manner, looking at the man in front of her.

Tan Junxi raised his brows slightly, just smiled and didn't speak.

Yuan Qian looked at him, and suddenly thought of how a clean and dusty person kissed her younger sister unscrupulously in front of her in the previous life.

Yuan Qian knew that she was not yet Tan Junxi's opponent, she wanted to be famous, she wanted Tan Junxi to be ruined, and she wanted Yuan Shilan's life to be worse than death!
She also wants Jiang Li'an - fall from that position! !
Thinking of what would happen next, Yuan Qian stepped forward, hugged the man's thin waist, and buried her face on his chest, no one could see who's expression clearly: "You haven't paid much attention to me, and so Many people covet you, I'm a little jealous, boyfriend."

Tan Junxi touched her head, and his voice from the top of her hair was low and clear: "Why, don't you know me?"

"I think you are very kind to Jiang Li'an!" Yuan Qian said abruptly.

"Ok?"

"You don't like her, do you?"

"Yes."

The atmosphere froze suddenly.

Tan Junxi scratched her nose: "Look at the one who scared you and lied to you."

"I almost took it seriously." Yuan Qian also said, looking into those dark eyes.

Tan Junxi didn't respond to her words, he hugged her on the table and kissed her, his breath was cool as the kiss fell down.

Subtle disgust slipped through Yuan Qian's eyes, and she grabbed the man's skirt: "Ah Xi, I don't like Jiang Li'an."

Tan Junxi kept moving.

"But the program group still has the rule of elimination voting to advance..." Her tone softened three points, like a baby, "You help me! Suppress her votes and eliminate her, okay?"

In the last life, Jiang Li'an managed to stay in the program group under the vote of fans.

Danger is about to be killed in the cradle, Yuan Qian will never let Jiang Li'an grow up!
"Do you want me to abuse my power?" Tan Junxi took the time to ask her.

Yuan Qian answered him intermittently: "You are just helping your girlfriend..."

Tan Junxi pinched her waist, squinted his eyes and looked at this face carefully, but suddenly appeared in front of his eyes the appearance of a girl dripping sweat from her collarbone after dancing, and the laughter overflowing from her throat was a bit ambiguous, he didn't say yes He didn't say no or agree: "Let me feel good first."

A clean and warm voice.

Speech is a bit presumptuous.

It's overwhelming.

Well-dressed, gentle scum.

At such a young age as Tan Junxi, he stands in the center of power and has everything.

What can attract him are only stimuli and taboos!
Life in a pool of stagnant water is too boring, and you always have to raise some small pets to tease and get rid of this boring predicament.

**
WM magazine periodical shooting scene.

The bright light came down, and the nine members of the STA Youth League were shooting the cover of the journal.

The light and shadow are a little dark, and the atmosphere is full.

The slender figure sat casually on the sofa, wearing a rare formal attire, black suit, tie, and leather shoes. From beginning to end, there was no trace of disrespect. He was dignified and abstinent, with a strong aura.

Sunken in the half-bright and half-dark light and shadow, half of the face is covered with shadows, deep and charming, and the seriousness is the most desirable.

The eyes looking at the camera are from top to bottom, as if containing magic power, calm and cold, without any extra emotions, making people tremble all over.

The sense of oppression invades the breath inch by inch.

On the altar, you will not bow down for anyone.

The photographer's angle is extremely tricky. In order to pursue perfection, he lay on the ground to shoot, his body almost twisted into a twist, and he pressed the shutter button, speaking in a very soft voice, for fear of disturbing anything.

"Okay, very good, Zhuo Shen, please move."

Hearing the sound, the man casually raised his hand and tugged on his tie. His fingers were long and slender, and his eyes were in the dim black and white light, from the shiny black leather shoes upwards, making one feel as if he was stepping under his feet.

Even the fierce aura rushing towards his face, those indifferent eyes staring at him, and his lofty demeanor made people surrender and willingly kneel at his feet.

I have never seen such a powerful aura in front of the camera!

The photographer himself was a little weak-kneed and speechless, thinking that when the journal is released, those tens of millions of Zhuo Shen fans will not go crazy?

Tear off his meticulous tie, shred the buttons to the top shirt, tie the tie, untie the belt, then kneel in front of him and kiss the protruding Adam's apple, watching his throat roll up and down, his eyes and hair Shen Faruo, under the abstinence is a deeper wandering.

(End of this chapter)