The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Chapter 492 Cat-eared teen idol vs. draft group pets little salted fish 43

   "What?" The others were also nervous.

   "Actually..." Jiang Li'an said, "I'm Shen Qingzhuo's gold master father!"

   It’s just that it’s the father of the enemy gold master.

   After all, Shengguang Media, where Shen Qingzhuo works, and Huaxing Media—that is a **** feud.

  When Shen Qingzhuo took the stage, the director immediately asked people to cut off the scene of the live broadcast room, so no one saw their conversation.

  [I don't know why I just seem to have seen the profile of Zhuo Shen's fleeting face...]

[You are not alone]

  [Is there anything I can't see as a distinguished annual VIP member! ]

  Jiang Li'an hugged his head and ran away under the eyes of others.

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

   "Packing up ~ Go home to find my mother~"

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

  The fans in the live broadcast room noticed this scene and were even more tearful.

  wuwuwu how strong their cubs are, they would rather hide in a corner by themselves than be exposed to others!

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

"Did you think it's over when Yi Gong is 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-"

   "The 61st ~ 65th trainees have opened their own voting channels. As of 8:30 tonight, the one with the highest number of votes will receive the support of the person in charge of the whole people and return to the stage!"

  The big screen opened the countdown.

   "Come and pick your favorite trainee."

  The days in summer are always extraordinarily long. The cicadas chirped loudly and hoarsely sang through the day. It was almost eight o'clock when it was dark.

  Jiang Li'an recalled what Shen Qingzhuo said, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

   She didn't expect the other party to be so narcissistic in addition to his vicious tongue.

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

   She doesn't need ten years, she needs to be present, and to endure every minute and second is an insult to her personality!

  Then the question is - how is it appropriate to retaliate against 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 and trainees leave the venue in twos and threes.

   The night was dim, the night sky was between gray and thick ink, the moonlight was thin, and the man was slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making it difficult for people to glimpse the sadness in his bones.

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

   "Perhaps it's because of your talent?" Yuan Qian said, looking at the man in front of her.

  Tan Junxi raised his eyebrows slightly, only smiled, but did not speak.

  Yuan Qian looked at him, thinking in a trance how a clean person would kiss her sister recklessly in front of her last life.

  Yuan Qian knows that she is not Tan Junxi's opponent yet, she wants to become famous, she wants Tan Junxi to be ruined, she wants Yuan Shilan to live rather than die!

   She wants Jiang Li'an to 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 the other's expression: "You haven't paid much attention to me, and so on. So many people covet you, I'm a little jealous, boyfriend."

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

   "I think you treat Jiang Li'an very well!" Yuan Qian said coldly.

"Um?"

   "You wouldn't like her, would you?"

"yes."

  The atmosphere suddenly solidified.

  Tan Junxi scratched her nose: "Look who scared you, lied to you."

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

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

   The slight disgust in Yuan Qian's eyes slipped, and she grabbed the man's shirt: "Axi, I don't like Jiang Li'an."

  Tan Junxi kept moving.

   "But the program team still has rules for elimination and promotion..." She said softly, like a spoiled child, "Help me! Suppress her votes and get eliminated, okay?"

   In the last life, Jiang Li'an successfully stayed in the show group after the fans voted.

  The danger will be stifled 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 and squinted at this face, but suddenly the appearance of a girl dripping sweat from her collarbone after dancing, the laughter overflowing from her throat was a bit ambiguous, he didn't say yes or no. He didn't say or agree: "Let me relax first and then talk about it."

   A clean and warm voice.

   is a bit presumptuous.

   is overwhelming.

   Well-dressed, gentle scum.

   A young man like Tan Junxi stands in the center of power and has everything.

   The only things that can attract him are excitement and taboos!

  The life of a pool of stagnant water is too boring, always keep some pets to tease and get rid of this boring predicament.

  **

  WM magazine journal shooting site.

   The strong 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 on the sofa casually, rarely wearing a formal suit, black suit, tie, leather shoes, from beginning to end could not find a trace of rudeness, cool and abstinence, strong aura.

   immersed in the semi-bright light and shadow, half of the face hides the shadow, deep and charming, the most unsmiling is the most desire.

   The eyes looking at the camera are staring from top to bottom, as if it contains magic, calm and cold, without any unnecessary emotions, making people tremble.

   The sense of oppression invades the breath.

   Above the altar, I will not bow down for anyone.

  The angle of the photographer is very tricky. In pursuit of perfection, he was lying on the ground to shoot, his body was almost twisted into a twist, and he pressed the shutter button and spoke very softly, for fear of disturbing anything.

   "Okay, good, let's move."

  The man heard the sound, raised his hand and pulled his tie at will, his phalanx was slender, and the sight of the shot was in the dim black and white light and shadow, going up from the shiny black leather shoes, making people feel like being stepped on by him.

   Even the fierce aura that rushed towards the face, those indifferent eyes, and the look of high above, made people surrender and were willing to kneel at his feet.

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

  The photographer himself was a little weak, stunned, thinking that when the journal is released, those tens of millions of fans of Zhuo Shen must not go crazy?

Pulled off his meticulous tie, shredded the button to the top shirt, tied the tie, untied the belt, then knelt in front of him and kissed the protruding Adam's apple, watching his throat roll up and down, watching his eyes turn pale Shen was ruthless, and under the abstinence, there was a deeper debauchery.

   (end of this chapter)