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

  Chapter 499 Cat-Eared Teen Idol vs. Draft Team's Petite Salted Fish 50

  Shen Qingzhuo nodded, took out his mobile phone, and played a surveillance video in front of Jiang Li'an.

  The surveillance video is from the corridor, clearly recording the whole process of Jiang Li'an from entering his room to leaving.

   "Before doing something bad next time, can you learn to hide the fox's tail first?"

  “…”

   "You all say I'm a bastard." Shen Qingzhuo dragged his last tone, his words showed a sense of provocation, his face was cold and white, his body was stained with the chill of a rainy night, and he did not warm up even under the light.

   Completely disregarding the presence of the director, he just said to her, "I don't do any shit, do I feel sorry for myself?"

   "It doesn't have to be like this." Jiang Li'an was completely disappointed.

   "People, I took it away!" Shen Qingzhuo grabbed her wrist, tugged in his direction, nodded to the director who was already stunned, and walked out calmly.

   "What do you want to do?!" Jiang Li'an struggled, but his strength was so strong that his wrists were reddened, and he rubbed against the thin calluses on the boy's fingers, but he didn't break free, and staggered to follow him.

  Shen Qingzhuo carried her suitcase with one hand and dragged her with the other, completely owning it.

   "Do what a **** should do."

   Those eyes, with shattered blue precipitated in the darkness, are dangerous and charming, drowning people.

   White light pierced the night sky, thunder rumbled, and cold rain poured down.

   "Ah!"

   "Ah!"

   Trainee dormitory.

Jiang Li'an flushed the tip of her nose and sneezed several times. She ran back from the outside and was barely soaked. She looked at the silver-white coat that was thrown beside her. The cold fragrance of the coat remained, mixed with the faint smell of tobacco, and there was a trace of guilt in his eyes.

   Then the door opened from the outside, and someone came back.

  Jiang Li'an raised a heart in his throat, and quickly threw the coat into the washing machine with the help of his 18-year single life and death!

   "Li An, what are you doing?"

   "Wash, wash your clothes!" Jiang Li'an stood in front of the washing machine as if nothing had happened, with his hands behind his back.

   Shen Qingzhuo wore this coat outside, she did not guarantee that others would not recognize it.

  Although...the instructor cares about the trainees, it seems that there is nothing wrong with borrowing a coat, but Jiang Li'an still feels something strange and subconsciously hides it.

  Others knew the news that Jiang Li'an had stayed as the 61st lucky person, and were very happy about it, cheering for her.

   The always indifferent Yu Shu's expression was also slightly soft: "Congratulations!"

  Jiang Li'an: "…"

  Should she say thank you?

   She would really appreciate it.

   In the hustle and bustle of the atmosphere, Jiang Li'an's heart was full of bitterness, but he couldn't tell, and his smile was far-fetched.

  —“Do what a **** should do.”

The words    came to my ears again.

   Jiang Li'an felt that sooner or later he would die in the hands of this show team.

  ^.

   Today, the rare show team found out in conscience, sent her mobile phone, Jiang Li'an opened WeChat and looked at it, but she didn't read it for almost a month, the news exploded, and some people asked her if she was mining in Africa now!

  Jiang Li'an posted a circle of friends-

  【Don't ask, just ask is you still have a breath! 】

   She slid down, and a dazzling red exclamation mark came into view.

  —Mr. Shen

  Jiang Li'an clicked on the chat record, and the last chat was still in her sentence: [Climb for me! 】

   Good job.

   I originally thought that I could go back and catch this new neighbor today, but I didn’t expect the plan to be postponed to a month later.

   The second performance... She's going to be eliminated, right?

   Jiang Li'an is full of hope.

   She pondered for a few seconds, cut a WeChat account, and searched for Mr. Shen's WeChat account.

   Do you think that blocking her is over? She is so much trumpet!

  Jiang Li'an clicked on each other's Moments.

   Really updated the news.

   is really about Shen Qingzhuo.

   is just the latest one that is a bit abrupt.

   In the past, various itineraries were forwarded, but this one was posted separately.

  Mr. Shen: [Some people's vision is so bad that there is no cure. ]

  “?”

   Who is this talking about?

  Jiang Li'an actually felt that he had been connoted, and he thought of Shen Qingzhuo in a strange way—this really seemed like something he could say!

  Jiang Li'an quickly threw this terrible idea out of his head, and couldn't help but sigh, if there is a master, there must be fans.

   The same cold and rude.

   She gritted her teeth, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she became. Suddenly, she felt blessed, and she acted like a tiger. She changed her WeChat nickname and avatar to a cute and cute style, and then sent a friend request to Mr. Shen.

   application column.

   She thought for two seconds and wrote: [Do you often feel lonely late at night? Is there always a need for stimulation to soothe the mind? Here will provide you with the most sincere service! Brother, add me, it's free. 】

After sending   , Jiang Li'an covered his face and smiled for a while.

   There should be no man who can refuse this kind of friend application, right?

   She can throw this chat record on the face of the new neighbor, and the other party's expression must be very exciting.

   After more than ten minutes, the phone suddenly rang, she opened it immediately, and the next second was a little lack of interest.

   It's not that Mr. Shen's friend application was approved, but the phone call from the gold master's father.

   is the real gold master father.

   "Dad." Jiang Li'an answered the phone with a well-behaved tone.

   The voice on the phone is mature and rich, and it is not difficult to hear spoiled.

   is well known.

  Hua Xing Jiang Dong is a daughter slave.

   "I've been watching the live broadcast of today's performance. My daughter's performance is super nice." He thought for a while, and then added, "I've watched every episode and tidbits before, and Xiao Li'an is the most beautiful!"

   The girl snorted, her tone unconsciously revealing the waywardness she had been pampered and pampered since she was a child: "Of course, Dad, who do you think can dance better than me?"

   "No." Mr. Jiang didn't hesitate.

  Jiang Li'an was quite satisfied with this answer, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "Dad, how much do you know about Shen Qingzhuo from Shengguang Media?"

   "He?" Mr. Jiang was slightly surprised and pondered, "A very powerful competitor."

   "How about we dig him out?"

  When the time comes, let Shen Qingzhuo do whatever he wants!

for! Place! want! for!

  Imagination is too beautiful, Jiang Li'an has already begun to daydream.

   "Little Li An." Jiang Dong said helplessly, "If he could dig, he would have come to Huaxing long ago."

  Jiang Li'an buried his face in the quilt and said sullenly, "Then, Dad, work hard, your bicycle will become a motorcycle!"

   Director Jiang has always been unprincipled condoning his daughter: "Come on, Dad, but why do you want to dig Shen Qingzhuo?"

  “…”

  Jiang Li'an didn't know what to say, his face was stern and serious: "I think Shen Qingzhuo is a very valuable commercial artist, and he can bring profit and development space to Huaxing."

  Yuan Shilan just happened to pass by Jiang Li'an, and when she heard these words, she spoke ironically.

   (end of this chapter)