The man smiled slyly and leaned forward.
Shen Qing smelled the scent on him and didn't react for a moment, then her warm and soft lips came up to hers.
A voice came from the entrance, and Shen Qing frowned, "Xia Mang."
Gu Ting glanced at the entrance and smiled slightly, "Let's go."
Well, we can continue...
Outside the door.
Xia Mang clutched her chest. Why did she catch them kissing? She was lucky she slipped away quickly.
"Why haven't I seen Chen Qing taking a bath? It's really dog abuse." Xia Mang suddenly thought of Erniu in the house. It's a pity that the doghouse was too far away, otherwise she would have to bring it out as well.
Xia Mang picked up his phone, looked at it, and made a call.
"What's wrong, sister?" Dongfang Cheng's voice came from the phone.
"I can't stay here anymore." Xia Mang gritted his teeth.
"Hey, do you think this is a refugee shelter?" Dongfang Cheng said with a smile.
"Hurry up, where are you?"
Dongfang Cheng was stunned for a second and looked at the desk in front of him, on which was the "Millennium" logo.
"How about this, you find a place and I'll come over when I'm done."
"Yeah." Xia Mang quickly hung up the phone and pressed the elevator to go downstairs.
**
RT Entertainment Building, 15th floor.
A bearded man was surfing the Internet and saw the Chinese media's report on Lu Xuanyou.
"Who is Mo Yan?" a woman asked.
Since she is not from the circle, people don’t know much about her.
"She seems to be the eldest daughter of the Mo family. But Boss Lu is really bold to dare to hype up a couple with the Mo family."
"Chen Qing? Have you heard of this person?" The man clicked on the video sent by Jingda.
"I haven't heard of it. It seems to be quite a hot topic in China, but the company's personality is ridiculous." One person answered.
"Oh, the one in front is Mo Yan, she's quite pretty."
"Well, it's just average." Another head leaned over.
They don't pay attention to these small entertainment news in China, but since the protagonist this time is Lu Xuanyou, they decided to take a look on a whim.
Halfway through the video, the screen suddenly went black. A second later, the screen lit up again, and the stage scene changed.
"This...this..." The man holding the mobile phone was stunned when he saw the figure on the stage and repeated the same word several times.
"She looks so familiar." The woman next to her was also stunned, staring at the girl in the video.
Dressed in casual clothes, with nimble fingers, each key he pressed seemed to contain infinite emotions, making the listener's heart tingle, as if thousands of ants were scratching at it.
The camera slowly zoomed in, revealing a not-so-clear profile of a girl with her lips pursed. She exuded an aura that kept strangers away, and one could feel her coldness even through the screen.
Snap!
The phone fell to the ground and the man's hands trembled slightly.
The others on the fifteenth floor looked over and saw the man and woman, their faces turning slightly pale. "What did you two do? You dropped your phone and didn't even pick it up."
"I saw An Ning." The man raised his head woodenly.
"What?"
After An Ning terminated her contract, she only came back once at the beginning of the year. Where did they see her?
**
Capital Normal University.
"How much is this mango sago?" Yao Panpan held the drink in one hand and her phone in the other, ready to pay.
"20." The young man in the milk tea shop answered with a smile.
Yao Panpan took a sip and jumped to WeChat to pay. Before the payment fingerprint was verified, Xiaopang called.
"Are you sick?" Yao Panpan hung up directly.
In less than a second, the phone rang again.
Yao Panpan smiled at the handsome little brother, and then her expression changed in the next second, "Little Fatty, you'd better come to me for something, otherwise I will cut you to death."
"It's urgent, Sister Qing...An Ning."
Yao Panpan was completely confused and only heard a few words. "What the hell are you talking about? Can't you find a quiet place?"
"I said, Sister Qing is the singing An Ning!"
"An Ning?" Yao Panpan was stunned. "You said Sister Qing is An Ning?"
"No way, the whole internet exploded, and you didn't even know?"
"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I have to go and take a look." Yao Panpan hung up the phone.
Peace, that is peace.
Among a hundred people, perhaps only one can afford DL, and one can appreciate Chinese paintings, but An Ning is liked by ninety-nine people, and one person loves her terribly.
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