Host, You're Targeted

Bai Ji skillfully waved goodbye to Lin Yuan. Before Lin Yuan left, Lin Yuan came over and held his hands.

"Xiao Ji! If Shen Zhao bullies you, you can tell me on wechat at any time! Do you know? " Lin Zhongyu yuan, an educator.

Bai Ji nodded solemnly, pursed her lips, and uttered a sound of "Hmmm" from the nasal cavity.

Lin Yuan patted his arm again and turned to look at the indifferent Shen Zhao.

If Lin Yuan looks at Bai Ji as if she is looking at a daughter-in-law she likes very much, then she turns her head to look at Shen Zhao, and her eyes are like looking at a bear child who is wild at her door.

This contrast

Shen Zhao sighed in silence and heard his mother say sternly, "Shen Zhao, how are you doing to others?"

The implication is: it's not easy for you, a 28 year old man, to find such a young child! If you don't cherish your legs, you will be interrupted.

After Lin Yuan left, Bai Ji's smile disappeared.

He leaned down on the table, put an arm on the edge of the table, put his chin gently on the back of his hand, raised his eyes and looked at Shen Zhao from below.

Shen Zhao's arm is still on the table. He looks down at Bai Ji and clearly sees the cunning in Bai Ji's eyes.

Bai Ji in front of Lin Yuan just now showed a kind of Omega special soft glutinous and clever from head to foot. But now, he is more like a fox with long narrow eyes and a white rabbit's coat torn open.

Not only did not feel that he just used cleverness to win favor behavior shameful, on the contrary, he also laughed with pride.

A pair of dark eyes seemed to say, I am such a person, how can you take me?

Shen Zhao can't help but squint his peach blossom eyes. He can see the shadow's eyes clearly. Because he frowns, he looks like a layer of ice that will freeze when touched.

"You..."

As soon as Shen Zhaogang spoke, he came back quietly.

The woman, who had repressed her anger and regained her temperament, stood at the table, looking in amazement at the big boy who was supposed to be her.

The big boy was wearing a goose feather yellow long sleeve. When he sat there and looked at people, it seemed that the sun had fallen into his eyes.

The boy in his early twenties is at his best age, and his every move is filled with the hormone of youth from boy to man.

"Hello." Bai Ji showed a formulaic smile to silence, "is this your position?"

Quiet or the first time to see such a clean and clear, so on her appetite of the boy, immediately speechless.

Shen Zhao is silent and looks at Bai Ji who knows why, and kicks him under the table with a cold face.

"You can leave in a mellow way." Shen Zhao said.

Bai Ji opened her chair and stood up. She reached out and took the milk tea that Shen Zhaogang had just taken a sip.

"You are so mean." Bai Ji made a grimace to Shen Zhao, turned her head and laughed at silence. She reached out and motioned for her to sit down, "I'm sorry."

Quietly and shamelessly, she lifted her hair behind her temples and raised her eyes to see Bai Ji.

"You're welcome." The quiet voice was as low as it could be.

Shen Zhao suddenly reached out and pinched his thigh. He seriously suspected that it must be a terrible dream, otherwise there would not be so many strange and versatile people.

But the pain from the thigh nerve to the brain's central nervous system told him that it was not a dream, it was real.