The male protagonist of quick wear is poisonous

Chapter 162 What Reason to Talk to a Foodie (3)

"Hua Jiaoyan?" Tang Bin rubbed his chin, thinking, "Fengxi's No. [-] Huadan? Where is he now?"

"Hey hey." The servant Ah Qiang approached his ear with a smile, and whispered, "It's in this restaurant. I heard that I only came to Fengxi three days ago and was invited by the shopkeeper here to sing."

"What a coincidence." Tang Bin beamed with joy, and strode downstairs like a gust of wind.

Sheng Shi was about to follow when he heard someone in the Accord eagerly shouting, "Baby girl? Daughter... where did you go... ouch!"

boom--!The sound of falling to the ground made her have to go back to Ya Ge to help her mother who finally woke up.

"Oh, what just happened just now." Sheng's mother was completely in the fog, still in the confusion after waking up, "I felt a whistling, something brushed against my ear, and then, I don't know what happened to me."

"Uh, a group of people made trouble outside just now, and it's all right now." Sheng Shi comforted her, and she didn't want to say that Tang Bin had appeared, lest Sheng's mother would rush down to quarrel with him now.

Sheng's mother held a pang of anger in her heart, "Hmph! That villain is also hateful. I finally came to listen to Hua Jiaoyan's song today! I am so angry! My heart hurts." She patted her chest, not reconciled. Unable to stop, "Huh!"

"Mom, calm down, there are plenty of opportunities. If you are still not feeling well, why don't you take a break?" Sheng Shi eagerly suggested that she should go to see how Tang Bin was doing now. Hua Jiaoyan should be back Backstage, if she remembers correctly, the hostess happened to come to meet her today.

But Sheng Shi really didn't want to attack Tang Bin this time, she just wanted to see the heroine.

In so many game worlds she has experienced, there are black-bellied heroines, little white heroines, and glass-hearted heroines... There are countless types of heroines, and she has never encountered a force value that exploded. She is more masculine than a man. The female lead, this is simply stealing the male lead's job.

She didn't respond when she met Tang Bin, except for a few complaints about her foodie attributes, but the heroine is really handsome in terms of setting.

"It's fine, but, you're a big girl, don't run around." Mama Sheng was as smart as she could be, she took a few glances at her and realized, "What is our girl going to see?"

... She is not a girl with yellow flowers.

"No." Sheng Shi was full of smiles, "My daughter just wants to go to the backstage to meet Hua Jiaoyan, how about it? How about expressing your love for mother? Maybe you can exchange some gifts in return, right?"

"Tsk." Sheng's mother was poked into her mind, if she could get even a handkerchief from Hua Jiaoyan, it would be considered that the shock just now was not in vain. "You little girl, when did you become so smart?"

"I learned from you, Mom." Sheng Shi laughed and put her down properly, then turned and walked out the door.

The noise from the backstage on the first floor caused her to look down in the corridor on the second floor, and saw a light and graceful figure flashing to the center of the originally set stage, followed by Tang Bin's distraught voice , "You! Stop for me."

The previous figure paused for a moment, and stood at the front of the wooden stage. He looked fragile, wearing a popular plaid beret, black vest, light-colored trousers, and a slightly neutral voice. Sex, "Hey, if you say stop, I will stop?" After finishing speaking, she did not wait for Tang Bin to catch up, and instantly reached the center of the hall.

"Hoo hoo... what to do, young master, we can't catch up at all." Ah Qiang panted heavily, looking at the petite pink-faced man opposite him, why didn't he feel tired at all?
Tang Bin was also exhausted and stopped walking. If Hua Jiaoyan hadn't agreed to their request by asking them to catch up with this young boy, he wouldn't have competed with this sissy boy.

　The update is complete [I'm so tired. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)