Chapter 70: Your expression management is too much of a failure

The expression on Qiao Shu's face couldn't be maintained, and it was the first time that she showed her malice towards Qiao Nian so directly on her face.

"Qiao Nian, you seem to be getting proud."

Her face was gloomy, and while her parents were not paying attention, her voice was sharp and her eyes were not good, "But unfortunately, whether at home or outside, you will never be able to run ahead of me!" โ€

"Really?"

For Qiao Shu to lose control so quickly, Qiao Nian just smiled indifferently, and then pointed to his position, "But sister, I'm not already standing in front of you?" โ€

Qiao Shu stared at Qiao Nian's beautiful and pure face, and his heart was full of jealousy.

From Qiao Shu's growing up, she obviously found that this sister, who was not as good as her everywhere, was becoming more and more beautiful, and she was a girl who could beat her at just one glance.

But fortunately, this sister with natural advantages is simply ignorant and allows her to control and knead.

So some time ago, she looked at this younger sister who could be invisible to everyone, but could only become a shadow behind herself, and her heart couldn't help but feel pleasure.

But until now, she suddenly found that this shadow began to get rid of herself, and she was still on the opposite side of herself!

This kind of uneasiness and anger made Qiao Shu unable to keep calm anymore, and impulsively tore the sandpaper with Qiao Nian's superficial good sisters, revealing his truest and ugliest side.

Qiao Nian looked at Qiao Shu's departing back, and only smiled faintly.

Hey, expression management is so easy to get out of control, it seems that it is a fool in the entertainment industry.

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in the billiards room.

The boy held the club in his hand, his body was lowered close to the table, his posture was standard, and his every move was pleasing to the eye and uninhibited.

He lazily raised his eyes, looked ahead, and then pushed with his right hand, and the white ball made a "snap" sound when it hit the black ball.

I saw the ball roll forward and fall into the ball bag under the table with unmistakable accuracy.

"Wow!"

Several onlookers immediately raised their hands and clapped excitedly, "It's worthy of Brother Ash, awesome!" โ€

Huo Yan listened to the exaggerated applause and praise in his ears, and his expression was bleak, holding the club on the ground with one hand, and raising his chin slightly, "Do you want another game?" โ€

"Spare us!."

Yan Han picked up the ball in the bag, put it on the tripod, and then rubbed his hands, "Brother Ash, good brother, let me have a game with He Zichi, when I win, I will pay for the food stall tonight!" โ€

"Okay."

Huo Shen threw the club to He Zichi on the side, and the corners of his lips seemed to be curvature, "Let you two rookies peck each other happily." โ€

Yan Han and He Zichi: "....."

It hurts my self-esteem so much.

What's wrong with the rookie?

Don't rookies have human rights!!

After the two started a new game sadly and angrily, Huo Shen walked to the rest area, sat down on the sofa seat, and leaned on the edge of the sofa.

He was about to pull out the cigarette case from his pocket when suddenly his phone went up.

Huo Ember snorted softly, then turned his hand in the direction and picked up his phone.

But when he looked at the number on the screen, his half-closed eyes lifted slightly, and his jaw tightened violently.

The aura became chilly.

"It's you."

Huo Shen swiped the screen, and after hearing the voice of the other party on the other end of the phone, he picked the corner of his eye and smiled, "Watchdog." โ€

"Little master...."

Without waiting for the other party to say anything, Huo Yan had already raised his foot and kicked the round stool open in front of him hard, his face turned ruthless, "You shut up for me!" โ€