Heart attack

Chapter 65 What?

As she spoke, she walked over the feast, and just as she walked half her body, her wrist was grabbed by the feast.

Sheng Yan's hands were big, and his wrists looked petite in his palm. He needed his thumb to press Tang Hongyi's palm, and his four fingers to her fingers to hold her.

"Stop pretending."

Tang Hong also pretended to be stupid, "What are you pretending to be?"

"You didn't spit on my clothes." Sheng Yan said.

"I knew it! You lied."

She was filled with righteous indignation, and she didn't feel that she was unreasonable at all.

Sheng Yan raised the end of his eyes, and his eyes were full of successful smiles, "What did you lie to you?"

"..." Tang Hong was also stunned, "What?"

"Don't want to say?" Sheng Yan asked.

Tang Hong's heart was beating like a drum, and sweat dripped down his spine, "Didn't you just lie to me to be crazy about drinking? I know it myself. My wine taste is good, and I have never gone crazy."

"I hope you will go crazy once."

After Sheng Yan said this, he loosened his hand and turned to open the door, "Let's go, you don't need to pay."

The door closed slowly as he left, with a soft click.

The door separated the two of them again, and Tang Hong also stood behind the door, his footsteps froze and he couldn't move.

I didn't know what to think in my head, and stared at the door indifferently.

Before he could think about why, the door was suddenly opened again, and Sheng Yan was stuck on the doorknob, and said with a sneer, "Don't you want to leave?"

Tang Hongyi's pupils were dilated little by little, and there was a sticky feeling on his back. His neck was like a kitten being pinched by someone, and now he couldn't speak a word.

What does this feel like? It's like being forced to take a sauna before taking a shower. Not only did you not relax, but the heat was also on your head.

Hot people are flustered.

Before she took a step, she checked the room temperature, it was 22 degrees.

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"Don't worry, I've got everyone."

"Memorize the words well, don't stumble on me for a while."

"Okay, we'll be there soon."

Tang Hongyi sat in the car without listening to the twittering and twittering, and seemed a little absent-minded.

His expression was so indifferent that no emotion could be seen, and his eyes kept wandering outside the window, his eyes sometimes close and sometimes far away, until a voice came from his ear.

"Miss Tang? Miss Tang?"

"Ah?" Tang Hong also looked back and turned his head, "What's wrong?"

Sitting next to him was Jiang Han's manager named Song Quchao. His eyebrows were very thick, like two stubbles growing on the wrong place, long and curved, and the hook was funny, "Miss Tang, come in later." After entering the interview room, you may be required to keep quiet, as you know, there will be a magazine picture later, so I need to wait a little longer."

"Okay." Tang Hong also heard Jiang Han say these things, so he naturally knew the rules, "It's okay, if it doesn't work, I'll wait in the car."

"That's not what it means." Song Quchao laughed dryly.

The conversation stopped, the car drove into the shooting location, Tang Hong also moved, and Song Quchao beside him still looked conflicted, as if he wanted to say or not.

Tang Hong also thought that the manager was worried, so he said, "Why don't I wait in the car."

"No, no, go in." Song Quchao opened the car door and made room for her.

She pretended to get into the afternoon and walked into the elevator, she couldn't stand Song Quchao's awkward look: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Song Quchao couldn't hold back anymore, and when she asked, he took out the business card in his arms, "Miss Tang, are you interested in becoming an artist?"

He was just shocked by his appearance when Tang Hongyi got in the car. Even though he has seen too many beauties in the entertainment industry for more than ten years, his aesthetics have long been fixed.

Jiang Han is his fixed aesthetic, the appearance that the public likes the most.

Not outstanding, but beautiful enough.

However, in a place where so many beauties gather, he is still amazed by an ordinary person, without makeup, with his face up to the sky, still unbelievably beautiful.

The skin is white and rosy, the fox eyes are looking forward to the shooting star, the facial features are like exquisite porcelain jade, a fine product made by slow work, the seemingly gentle eyes are sharp.

(End of this chapter)