'Su, su, host, this is the activity that Bai Yueguang came back to be a judge!! ’

Luo Mio's fingers moved slightly.

Isn't that the key bloody plot?

Put down your phone.

"Chaiya, is this match chosen by yourself or by lottery?"

"Draw lots." Chaya replied, explaining further.

"He not only tests whether the model can interpret the designer's clothes, but also whether the designer can break through the dilemma."

"Every designer has a different design style, and the people they imagine are wearing don't necessarily happen to be in the same group."

"At this time, it depends on the tacit understanding between the two sides, overcoming the win, and the response cannot be eliminated."

This kind of contradiction and conflict is exactly what the public likes.

That's why he put this work last.

Because he's optimistic about its potential.

New models, as long as they can hold on, will be popular.

Luo Mio nodded, "I'll go to the end." ”

Chai Ya was satisfied with Luo Mio's work attitude and wanted to say something.

was interrupted by Mr. You.

"Eat first, if there's anything, we'll talk about it later."

Chai Ya looked at Mr. You with a cold face, and personally gave Luo Mio cloth vegetables.

My heart trembled.

Luo Mio immediately forgot about Chaiya aside.

The man who took it and brought the soup.

Took a sip.

Sweet!

Putting down the bowl, he also started to scoop You Chen's favorite winter melon pork rib soup for the night.

The aura on You Chen's body was more approachable.

I sandwiched a chicken wing for Luo Mio.

Luo Mio gave him a piece of ribs.

The two of you come and go, and the atmosphere is exceptionally good.

It would be better if there were no extra people.

For the people Chaiya: "..."

I shouldn't have promised to come before.

silently stuffed himself with food, it really didn't taste at all.

After eating, Chaya and Luo Mio finalized the time for tomorrow.

He left without looking back.

Decide in your heart.

In the future, I will not eat with these two people when I die.

Stomach pain.

I can't get enough to eat.

It's really bad.

It's better to find a place and have a meal first.

Luo Mio sat comfortably on the sofa and pulled the pillow next to her.

Turn on your phone and get ready to continue watching the specific rules of the game.

The next second, raise your head.

"You Chen, have you forgotten something?"

Stared straight at the man behind the desk.

You Chen: "??? ”

I thought about it.

It doesn't seem to have forgotten anything.

Luo Mio puffed out her face, grabbed the pillow, and said in a sullen tone.

"Article 5 of the contract."

You Chen was stunned for a moment, and reflexively took out the contract from the drawer.

(5). Party B needs to send a message to Party A every day to express concern.

“...”

"You haven't messaged me today." Luo Mio saw that people understood, and said quietly.

You Chen was silent for a while.

Pick up your phone and edit the text message.

Actually, he doesn't understand it very well.

The two are so close, can't they just care about being in person?

Can...

'Didi-drip...'

Soon Mio's phone rang.

Retracted his gaze and opened it with a smile.

“！！！”

What the hell is this?

From: Three-quarters of me

Eat more and grow taller.

·

Is that he short?

(╰_╯)#

Is he 183 good?

It's almost 190 years old.

It's so angry.

You Chen looked at the person sitting on the sofa in confusion, puffing out of breath and exuding resentment all over his body.

He hesitated and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Luo Mio looked over sadly: "Do you dislike me for being short." ”

？？？

You Chen's mind was full of question marks.

"Nope."

When did he dislike him for being short.

Luo Mio snorted, expressing disbelief.

Keep looking at your phone.

When You Chen saw his movements, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Was it the message he just sent?

Holding the phone that he hadn't put down yet, he quickly edited another one.

This time it should be fine.

And then.