I!Xiaojiang vows to protect the young master’s beautiful love to the death

Chapter 100 Devil Jiang
In the morning, the guests were taken to the film and television base by the program group.

Several makeup artists were still discussing Jiang Chen's makeup, when suddenly the sound of a bell caught their attention, and they subconsciously followed the sound.

With just one glance, they were all stunned, and subconsciously relaxed their breathing, as if the person in front of them would disappear if the sound was too loud.

Originally, they thought that Jiang Chen's temperament and the devil's attire were not suitable, but they didn't expect that Jiang Chen in the devil's attire was more attractive.

Jiang Chen was wearing a dark shirt inside, the coat was embroidered with dark patterns of mandala flowers, and the bottom was very close-fitting suit pants. Her long silver hair hung down to her ankles. Behind him, there is a long and thin tail looming at the end of his hair, and the tip of the tail is an inverted triangle.

There is a very thin silver chain on her neck, and ear clips on her ears. The black and red roses make her face more beautiful than the snow color, and she holds a delicate dark hairpin in her hand with three-fingered leather gloves. Red scepter.

Her temperament is cold, especially the aura between her eyebrows and lips. It is cold and indifferent, but her outfit is extremely evil. They are two different flavors, but they are inexplicably blended together, like a holy angel tainted with a devil. breath, unreasonably attractive.

Jiang Yan blinked his left eye, still not used to wearing contact lenses.

The makeup artists blushed as if they were waking up from a dream when they saw Jiang Chang blinking.

Ahhhhhhh Mr. Jiang is winking at them!
【I'm already immune to Xiao Jiang's beauty, but I still want to tell my husband not to seduce me outside! ! ! ! 】

【Ah ah ah ah ah you still wink you still wink! ! !no no no]

【I'm so jealous】

[I can't imagine how astringent he will be to his loved ones in this dress]

[Ask every day if Xiao Jiang can dump Mr. Huo]

【jealous!Really jealous! 】

[Mr. Huo voluntarily withdraws, is it okay, the love between the three is too crowded]

【When I think that a man like Xiao Jiang does not belong to me, I feel sad】

【Mr. Huo Xiaojiang is still young, don't touch him, let me do it】

After confirming that there was no problem, the makeup artists reluctantly handed Jiang Su to the staff.

The staff handed Jiang Chen a black ribbon, "Ma, please tie it up."

After only one glance at the staff member, he hurriedly looked away, his voice stammering.

Jiang Chen took the ribbon, tied it up, leaned slightly towards the staff and stretched out her hand, with a smile in her voice, "Let's go?"

The voice with a smile seemed to have a hook, making people blush and heartbeat.

The staff looked at the beautiful hands in front of them, their eyes trembled slightly, and they carefully took Jiang Su's hand and walked towards the venue arranged by the director.

【Ahhhhhhhhhh I want to wear this young lady with my soul】

【I also want to hold Xiao Jiang's hand】

[I just put on the headphones, Xiao Jiang laughed so loudly that he was so excited]

【I have decided to apply for the job tomorrow ahhhhhhhh】

【Already recorded the part just now, I will listen to this to sleep at night (Planning pass)】

After arriving at the venue, the staff let Jiang Chen lie down in a transparent crystal coffin, which was filled with rose flowers, and red, white and black petals were spread irregularly in the coffin.

After Jiang Chen lay down, the staff asked her to untie the black ribbon, but she didn't take it away, but just covered her eyes, and then she tidied up her clothes and hair before going out.

As the door closed, the room became darker.

The last bit of light disappeared, and Jiang Chen heard the sound of a crow in his ears.

On the other side, Qiao Yumiao was wearing a pale pink dress with a white gauze over it, revealing a graceful neck and clearly visible collarbone.

Her black hair is flowing, and she doesn't wear any decorations on her head. A strand of blue silk hangs down on her chest, and a thin application of powder only adds color. The looming red on her cheeks creates a pure skin as delicate and lovely as petals. The golden pupils are as clear as a child's.

She held a lamp in her hand, lifted up the hem of her skirt with her right hand, and walked down cautiously. The further down she went, the darker it became.

After a long time, as if it had come to an end, Qiao Yumiao looked at the huge stone door in front of her, bit her lip and pushed the door open.

Qiao Yumiao was a little surprised when the door was pushed open just lightly, she thought the program crew would make things difficult for her when opening the door.

The moment the door opened, the lamp in Qiao Yumiao's hand went out, and the place where the ice coffin was placed in the center of the room was illuminated with a faint light, and there were crows, which were particularly loud in the dark and empty space. Infiltrate.

Qiao Yumiao swallowed, trying to build up her mind.

After a long time, she finally summoned up the courage to walk towards the ice coffin in the middle.

Just as I walked into the birdcage hanging next to the ice coffin, it suddenly started to shake, and the shrill cry of a crow came from inside.

Qiao Yumiao took a step back in fright, and let go of the lamp.

The sound of the lamp crashing to the floor sent an echo through the room.

Jiang Chen in the ice coffin "woke up" at the right time listening to the director's voice in the headset.

Her eyes covered by the black ribbon trembled slightly, and she slowly opened them, but unfortunately it was still dark.

Jiang Chen sat up, the black ribbon slipped from her snow-like skin to her legs, her tone was cold, "Bold angel, why did you wake me up?"

Qiao Yumiao stared blankly at Jiang Chen, a little dazed, but really stared at the person in front of her in a daze.

If she is seen by an angel, she will be tempted by such a demon.

For a while the air was filled with the scent of roses.

Countless petals fell from the top of the two of them.

The crow's cry became even more shrill.

(End of this chapter)