But the big godless eye fixed on one place.

It's on the staff's trolley.

It was topped with delicate little cakes and lemon juice for punishment.

Looking at the group of bitter hatred of the defeat, they drank the sour lemon juice that lost their teeth.

Qinghui enjoys the small cake of the group's rewards exclusively.

Several people led by Wang Mingxiu were very conscious of lying down and winning.

Automatically hand in tribute.

This made Lord Spirit Sword very satisfied.

So the audience was quietly stirring in their voices, watching Qinghui bite a small cake over there.

"Su and flirtatious, sweet and soft, and like sweets, I really can't do it, does Hui cub look according to my aesthetics??"

"It's so cute to eat cake, ahhh

"Hahaha, if Sister Mingxiu hadn't wiped the jam off Hui Cub's hand with a tissue just now, Hui Cub would have been licked off, and her little eyes were full of longing."

"It's too real, isn't it? Isn't Huihui afraid of eating fat? I thought female artists cared about this. ”

Wait for Qinghui to quickly solve the small cake.

In terms of eating, the program team is still quite attentive, several small cakes are all different flavors, and in order to cater to the artist's requirements for calories, they are all the best low-calorie materials, which are mellow and not greasy, and the amount is not large, which is still very attractive.

But he couldn't stand Qinghui from eating so many in one go.

Wang Mingxiu has not had the intention of taking it off since Qinghui put this crown on his head, watching Qinghui squint his big eyes with satisfaction, he couldn't help laughing while speaking.

"Is it delicious?"

Qinghui raised his eyes, and his soft and glutinous voice sighed.

The satisfied Spirit Sword Lord is still easier to speak, and his voice is softer.

Then everyone saw Wang Mingxiu with a wicked smile in his eyes, "Then wait a while and go to the props group and pay for the microphone stand, right?" ”

Qinghui: ???

Lord Spirit Sword looked at this guy who had just been judged by himself to be a good Luobei: What did you just say?

"I'll have the props team bill you later." Lan Ling also joined in teasing her with a smile.

Qinghui was silent for a moment, then turned his head and turned his gaze to the entrance of the backstage.

Sheng Junshu was standing there, his eyes fell on her, with a helpless smile on the corner of his lips, his cuffs rolled up, with a little free and sexy taste, just looking at the little girl, the smile on the corner of his lips was deeper, and his eyebrows were slightly raised.

The program team probably got Sheng Junshu's consent, and the camera fell on Sheng Junshu.

Although the other party is not mysterious, there are still few shots.

Leaning against the door like this at the moment, the corners of her lips looked at the little girl who obviously planned to pit herself again.

With a little pet, and a little bit to educate her.

"Whoa, the cub's agent also looks good!!"

"I just can't get along with the microphone."

"Hui cub thinks about telling his parents about everything first hahaha, and he has to pit before sueping, you are so skinny, why is Shengshi still so spoiled by you?"

"I think Hui Cub is going to be trained by the agent, sisters, act quickly and raise money for the microphone for the cub hahaha."

Qinghui turned his head irritably.

'Coffee. ’

Asaga: Yes, Lingjian-sama, I'm here.

'They are poisonous. ’

Qinghui's gaze fell on the audience.

Then I thought about it, hanging dead fish eyes, like a salted fish that has lost its dreams, and added without any expression, "The microphone of this show is also poisonous." ’。

Well, make a fuss with her.