Sheng Mingzhu asked with disgust: "Why are you here?" ”

Bo Sicheng entered the door naturally, closed the door, and stood behind her.

The makeup artist and the fat brother got Bo Sicheng's hint from his eyes, and quickly packed up his things and slipped away.

"I missed you, I came to see you." He looked at her with some grievances, "If I don't come, you won't remember that there is such a person as me in this world." ”

Sheng Mingzhu looked away, "I'm busy, how can I have time to think about you?" ”

Bo Sicheng held the back of the chair with one hand, put the other hand on the dressing table, wrapped Sheng Mingzhu in his arms, and bent down close to her.

"Is it really that you don't have time to think about me, or do you miss me, but you dare not admit it?"

His magnetic voice sounded in Sheng Mingzhu's ears, and there were bursts of warm breath blowing, as well as the rubbing of his lips.

Sheng Mingzhu felt that his body was numb at that moment, when did this low-level student master this skill?

The refusal to admit defeat in his bones made Sheng Mingzhu subconsciously choose the front bar!

The weak and boneless arm hooked Bo Sicheng's neck, Sheng Mingzhu's white and slender fingers lightly touched the bridge of Bo Sicheng's straight nose, slid lightly and ambiguously, stopped on his thin lips, and finally landed on his rolling Adam's apple.

Fingertips swirled gently on the Adam's apple, and the two of them were so close that she could almost hear Bo Sicheng's violent heartbeat.

"Bo Sicheng, why should I miss you?" Sheng Mingzhu chuckled, with a touching flattery.

Bo Sicheng only felt that he was a seductive goblin in his arms, the kind that had cultivated for thousands of years, and came to kill him as soon as he came out of the mountain!

His voice was hoarse, and he said in a low voice: "Mingzhu, you like me, and you like me too, so you will miss me." ”

Sheng Mingzhu's face turned cold, hooked Bo Sicheng's arm and grabbed the collar of his shirt.

"Bo Sicheng, who gave you the qualifications to judge my feelings in vain? Is it because I didn't shy away from you, so you think that what I Sheng Mingzhu said can not be counted? ”

Her watery eyes carried a calmness that made Bo Sicheng's heart ache, her red lips opened lightly, and the hurtful words seemed to be said in the next second, but Bo Sicheng's reaction was faster than her.

The lips of the two were close together at this moment, and Bo Sicheng put one hand on the back of Sheng Mingzhu's head, deepening the kiss, and Sheng Mingzhu's heartless words were blocked by him.

Sheng Mingzhu wanted to resist, but when he saw him with sad and blank eyes, he raised his hand to slap him, but he couldn't beat it, and in the end, it fell on Bo Sicheng's shoulder, and went up his neck, rubbing his hair.

It's not love, it's just a momentary soft-heartedness, anyway, it's just kissing.

Sheng Mingzhu closed her eyes and told herself in her heart.

"Sister Mingzhu, get ready to play......"

The fat brother pushed open the door of the lounge, looked at the pair of men and women who were kissing dumbfounded, and hurriedly retreated.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! You guys go on, go on! ”

Sheng Mingzhu pushed away Bo Sicheng, who was still immersed in it, and shouted at the fat brother: "Come back!" ”

The fat brother stood at the door embarrassedly, and when he saw Sheng Mingzhu getting up to record the show, he hurriedly reminded: "Sister, your lipstick!" Lipstick! ”

Sheng Mingzhu turned her head to look at the mirror and glared at the culprit Bo Sicheng.

"Call the makeup artist over and touch up my makeup."

Bo Sicheng rubbed his thumb on his lips, and his fingertips were bright red, all of which were Sheng Mingzhu's lipstick, and he immediately laughed.

Sheng Mingzhu was touching up his makeup, but he was also distracted and kicked him, "What are you laughing at!" Stay away from me! ”

With that, he smashed the paper on the table again.

"Wipe it clean!"

Bo Sicheng smiled, and took a photo with his mobile phone at an angle that Sheng Mingzhu couldn't see, and it was half of his face that entered the mirror, the lipstick on his thin lips was conspicuous, and in the background, it was Sheng Mingzhu who was asking the makeup artist to reapply lipstick to her.

He had itchy hands and wanted to post it on Weibo, but considering the consequences that would be caused, and thinking that it might cause trouble for Bai Suqiu to find Sheng Mingzhu, he had to regret it and keep it for his personal collection.

Sheng Mingzhu looked at him with the hem of her skirt, "Are you so idle today?" Still not leaving? ”

Bo Sicheng said softly: "Accompany you, there is always time." ”

"Whatever you want, just don't interfere with my work."

Sheng Mingzhu turned his head and left, as if the woman he was kissing passionately just now was someone else.

Bo Sicheng looked at her swaying back and shook his head with a wry smile.

So, is he really the only one who is sinking?

The seventh episode of the show is different from the previous ones, because the program team is going to have a big game when they come up.

Other talent shows give contestants time to practice, but "Come on! Trainee! "It is to carry out the sword to the end, let the contestants draw lots on the spot, everyone draws their own questions fifteen minutes before the stage, and the preparation time is exactly the same, which is very fair.

Sheng Mingzhu is the only player who does not participate in the draw, after all, she is a senior, and she has to be the first to play and bear the pressure of the opening.

The topic she drew was "Classical Dance".

"Sister, can it really work?"

The fat brother is very unconfident, and his sister has been practicing the decathlon before, which is all hard work.

But my sister's literary and artistic talent is really ...... It's not high!

The last time I took over the event, I saw my sister dancing jazz dance, but after all, it was a modern dance, and I could still do it by practicing a song.

Now I suddenly have to dance classical dance, this won't collapse the almighty fairy woman and mess up the pot, right?

Sheng Mingzhu raised her chin slightly, looking proud, "Do I have a time when I can't do it?" ”

The fat brother was most afraid of his sister's "you dare to say that I can't do it, believe it or not, I'll kill you", so he hurriedly nodded, eager to nod his head.

The audience below whispered.

"Classical dance, is Sheng Mingzhu okay?"

"This thing has to be done for many years, I'm afraid it's enough to choke, right?"

Sheng Mingzhu's die-hard fans immediately came out and choked, "Is our pearl little fairy something you mortals can speculate?" How could there be anything she wouldn't? ”

Other Visitors: ......

Fifteen minutes passed quickly, and when Sheng Mingzhu took the stage, her makeup and hair changed.

Her long hair was pulled into a loose bun, and the little red dress on her body was replaced by a bright red classical dress covered with light gauze.

The moment he appeared, there was silence in the audience, followed by a burst of gasping and cold air movements.

She was like a strange fire, blazing and cold, igniting everyone's blood, but making everyone dare not approach.

", Sheng Mingzhu's beauty is going to blind me!"

"What kind of jump is this stepping horse, don't jump, I announce that I will give her the first place to see her face!"

Suddenly, Sheng Mingzhu on the stage moved, and with her movements, the sound of war drums sounded in the studio, from slow to fast, from low to high.

Stirring.