Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 22
Zheng Jihong raised her eyelids and glanced at Lu Yao, but quickly looked away.

"Get in the car, I have something to tell you."

In her words, there was a strong sense of alienation and indifference, as well as some disgust.

Lu Yao was stunned for a moment, then a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.He nodded and stepped into the car while the man in black opened the door.

In the dark night, Rolls-Royce drove away from the TV station.

Witnessing the whole process, Qian Mengmeng sweated and thought, Lu Yao is really not easy!
After a busy day, I finally had a rest, and at night I had to sleep with the female benefactor. This kind of professionalism is simply touching and moving!
The next day was the day of the official recording of the program.

The four instructors gathered together again, sat on chairs in the studio, and made professional judgments on the performance of the students in Wang Yuling's group.

Qian Mengmeng's group got the fourth lottery, and they were the last group of students to play, so they had plenty of time to prepare.

Coming out of the bathroom, Qian Mengmeng was called aside by Feng Yunfei as soon as she returned to the backstage lounge.

"Is there something wrong with him today?" Feng Yunfei said while pointing to the client on the sofa for Qian Mengmeng.

Following his fingers, Qian Mengmeng saw Lu Yao sitting on the sofa with his head bowed, his hands casually resting on his lap, as if he was in deep thought.

"He, isn't he always inside or something?" Thinking that Qian Mengmeng didn't notice, Feng Yunfei even made a gesture of playing games.

Qian Mengmeng: "..."

Lu Yao, he really doesn't look like he's in the mood.

Maybe it's because it was too hard to serve Mr. Benedict last night?

But this kind of thing, it's not easy to talk about it.

Qian Mengmeng thought for a while, squeezed out a smile, and patted Feng Yunfei's shoulder seriously, "He's about to explode."

"what?"

"I mean, he's building up his emotions so he can get into the show later."

When Feng Yunfei heard it, the melancholy between his brows disappeared, and there was a little excitement in his eyes.

The four of them are now grasshoppers on the same rope. Whether they play well or not will directly affect the result of the group PK.

Feng Yunfei didn't want to lose. If he lost, he would be eliminated.

He clenched his fists, walked aside, and began to figure out his role again.

Qian Mengmeng sat down on the sofa calmly, moving her buttocks carefully, trying to sit closer to Lu Yao for communication.

"What are you doing?" Lu Yao turned his head suddenly, and his sharp eyes glanced at the distance that was only a palm width between the two of them.

Looking left and right like a thief, Qian Mengmeng took out a box of Xuanmai from her bag and handed it to him, "Here."

Lu Yao stared at Xuan Mai in her hand for a long time, and finally chose to hold it.

In the end, he broke open and ate one, and Qian Mengmeng asked him in a voice that could only be heard by two people, "Do you have someone you like?"

Lu Yao: "..." It's true which pot is not open and which pot to lift!
Seeing that Lu Yao's face turned red and then blue, Qian Mengmeng was not sure what state he was in.

However, she still took out a photo from her close-fitting pocket, and while staring at it in a nympho, she whispered a suggestion, "When you are nervous or in a bad state, look at the photo of the person you like, and you will become full of motivation." full!"

Lu Yao chewed Xuanmai's mouth and paused, a handsome face of someone flashed in his mind unconsciously.

But the next moment, Zheng Jihong's words also surfaced at the same time.

Damn, the mood is even worse!
He chewed Xuan Mai viciously, and inadvertently squinted at the photo in Qian Mengmeng's hand.

Seeing this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Here, the person you like?" Lu Yao asked.

"Yeah, so handsome!" Qian Mengmeng nodded foolishly.

Lu Yao: "..."

Silly X, this handsome guy, his face is so blurry that he can't see clearly!

(End of this chapter)