The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 93 The clingy little milk dog, he is very milky (93)

At the same time, Su Yin was already standing in the center of the stage. He was dressed in a black suit and leather shoes. He was over forty years old but still handsome, without the greasy feeling of a middle-aged uncle.

He was holding a microphone in his hand, and the deep voice was heard from all the speakers in the hotel lobby.

"Thank you very much for being able to come to the banquet prepared by me, Su Yin, for Aunt Jiang. Su is very honored! I think everyone knows that my mother-in-law once saved my life, and I will repay the favor of saving my life. I regard them as my family. Now, my sister-in-law has won the first place in the college entrance examination, I am very happy as an uncle, and I am also happy for my sister-in-law's well-known father!"

There was a warm applause from the audience.

Someone booed, "This year's college entrance examination champion, why hasn't he come out yet? Could it be that he is shy and hiding!"

"Hahahaha, yes! The banquet is halfway through, why hasn't our college entrance examination champion come out yet?"

"..."

Amidst the lively laughter, Su Yin smiled: "Since everyone is so curious, then I will invite my sister-in-law to come up and say a few words."

When everyone heard this, they began to look around curiously, wanting to see what the legendary number one scholar in the college entrance examination would look like.

Must be a top student!
Maybe even wearing a pair of thick glasses.

Under the looking eyes of everyone, a figure appeared near the stage without haste.

The girl was wearing a red tube top dress, slightly raised her chin, revealing her delicate collarbone, and her shoulders were smooth and beautiful.

The hem of the skirt has irregular radians, and one of the arcs has an irregular cloud-like radian along the edge of the girl's skirt.

The long skirt showed the girl's graceful figure to the fullest, hot and charming.

She stood there, her slightly curly long hair scattered on her snow-white shoulders, and her complexion was extremely white.

Slightly squinting her long eyes, her long eyes were lazy and undisciplined, and her exquisite face was restrained with a trace of unhurriedness.

To everyone's slight surprise, it was offline, Jiang Yu lazily pursed her bright red lips, her smile was loose and flamboyant, and she walked to the center of the stage step by step.

The bright light fell on the girl's body, the slender fingers took the microphone handed over by Su Yin, the red lips parted slightly, and the girl's cold and playful voice came out.

"I heard that everyone is very curious about me, want to see me?"

The people below were very enthusiastic, and replied with a smile: "Yes!"

"Seeing you now, how is it?" Jiang Yu's enchanting and charming eyebrows contained a careless smile, her red lips were slightly hooked, and her lips were red and her teeth were white.

The old ancestor had jet-black hair hooked to his fingertips, and his bewitching eye tails were slightly raised. He stood in the center of the stage calmly and unhurriedly, without any discomfort or embarrassment.

On the contrary, her aura is calm.

The moment she lifted her feet to stand up, all the eyes around her were deeply attracted by her.

Regardless of men and women.

From that moment on, she has become the leader of everything.

She is both light and focus.

This is something that Jiang Kerou will never be able to do.

Looking at the girl's charming and bright posture on the stage, and her calm and easy conversation, Jiang Kerou deeply envied and resented her.

In a quiet place near the stage, the teenager was meticulous in his white shirt, wearing a black tie, and his jacket was a pure black suit jacket. His long legs were straight and slender, and everything was cool and quiet.

Shallow, black hair half covered the deep brows and eyes, and the long eyebrows were like willows, exquisite and indescribable.

The young man stood there for an unknown how long, his eyes were indifferent and oppressive, and his pitch-black pupils were like two bottomless whirlpools, in which scattered light and shadows fell, and were completely swallowed up.

He seemed extremely calm again, but that calm was inexplicably terrifying.

The aura was extremely indifferent, and the original delicate and well-behaved expression seemed to have long since disappeared, becoming cold and surly, dark and sharp.

(End of this chapter)