The little sweetie of the black-bellied king

Chapter 457 I'll Fuck His Grandma's Legs
An Ran looked at the red faces of the two boys, she couldn't help reaching out to touch her own face, if she turned into that... she shivered.

Terrible.

An Ran stood on tiptoe to look at the literary committee member, who was standing next to a makeup artist, her mouth opened and closed without stopping. The makeup artist who helped people put on makeup didn't listen to anything outside the window, and did her own work, very calm.

An Ran's eyes wandered around again, and suddenly stopped, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She saw Chu Danzhi.

Chu Danzhi was walking in with a few other drama performers in his class. There was a girl walking beside him and kept talking to him. He responded from time to time. Maybe he saw something. Chu Danzhi frowned. eyebrow.

An Ran rubbed her chin, she was going to perform tonight, she couldn't believe she couldn't see what he was performing.

A few people walked in and did not move forward. Many people noticed Chu Danzhi, and their eyes swept over him. Chu Danzhi swept around, then lowered his head and spoke to the girl next to him. The girl waved her hand. Backstage There was also a small compartment inside, which was locked, and the girl pointed into the compartment.

Then a few people gathered together and said something, after a few chats, the girl who spoke to Chu Danzhi first took out the key, opened the door of the compartment, and several people went in directly, and closed the door.

so mysterious?An Ran stood up straight, took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and sent a text message to Chu Danzhi.

--Where are you?
Chu Danzhi didn't return, and after a while, he saw some students go in with some clothes, and didn't come out again.

An Ran pouted, feeling bored.

She looked at the literary and art committee member, who was even more excited than before, and spoke to the makeup artist, who still acted as if she had nothing to do with her, and was not affected by him at all.

The literary and art committee member may have said that he was tired for a long time. He turned his head to see if An Ran was still there. Seeing An Ran looking at him, he frowned, then lowered his head and said something to the makeup artist, but the makeup artist did not answer. They were pushed out again.

"This man's words don't count. He just agreed to give you the first." The art committee said angrily, "He said he agreed to that class first, and he will give the class first and then you. You know that class Is it a performance? A chorus! Almost everyone in the class is there, when do you think we will wait?"

"I'm not in a hurry anyway..." As soon as An Ran said this, the literary and art committee looked over, and An Ran shut her mouth awkwardly, "That can't be helped, he agreed. If you say otherwise, I won't melt." Well, what do you think of me wearing a mask up there?"

"How about my grandma's legs?" The literary and art committee member was finally tortured by An Ran, and then by the unscrupulous makeup artist, and then again by An Ran, and finally burst into a rough sentence, " I can’t believe it, I can’t handle it yet.”

An Ran stood and looked at the low-level literary and art committee member who usually looked delicate, and dared not speak.

The literary and art committee member raised his eyes, and glanced at An Ran with anger, "Forget it, you can go out for a stroll again, you take your mobile phone with you, and I will call you when it is done, remember not to run away, or else ...Hmph!"

The art committee shook his head and continued to harass the makeup artist.

So, what exactly does hem mean.

An Ran took a break, squeezed out from the crowd, looked at her phone, Chu Danzhi still didn't reply to her text message.

(End of this chapter)