Qin Chenchen leaned on the foot of the table, his hands covering his chest, his face full of lovelessness.

Someone curled his lips wickedly, and he looked down at her, "So, in order not to lose the face of my Leng family, a celebrity should have, and you must know." ”

Qin Chenchen lowered his eyebrows and pouted aggrievedly: "Can I refuse to participate in this dinner?" ”

Cold ink squinted dangerously. "No, you can't!"

"Oops, I'm so dizzy." Qin Chenchen held his head and looked weak and painful. "I'm too dizzy to learn. I need to rest for a while! ”

Leng Mo's hand came to her cheek and pinched it.

"Wow ~ it hurts!"

"You want to rest, don't you?" He said maliciously, "That's fine." As long as you rest, you can cram in the evenings. So satisfied, right? ”

Qin Chenchen's face froze. Then he jumped on the ground.

She glared at him, "Leng Mo, you will have to be struck by lightning sooner or later!" ”

At that moment, a thunderclap streaked across the sky, and it was very loud.

Cold ink, face twitching!

Qin Chenchen crossed his waist: "Hahahahaha!" Did you hear me! God heard me. ”

He gave her a blank look, picked up the glass, and handed it to her. "Pour me a glass of water!"

Qin Chenchen's smile stopped abruptly, "I'm not convinced." Why do you want me to fall? I still have to go to class. ”

"Tut-tut, now you know how to learn? Don't be busy, don't be bad at this time, now pour me a glass of water. ”

Qin Chenchen crossed his hands and hugged him, his face full of unhappiness. "I don't."

Someone's tone went up: "Huh? Have you forgotten who you are? ”

Qin Chenchen's face stiffened, and then he reluctantly took the cup and walked out slowly.

She muttered as she walked, "Trouble, I have to find time to serve you in the last class." What a personal servant, it's obviously you who stick to me! ”

Qin Chenchen returned to the dance studio with tea.

There is a mirror in the dance studio, and the teacher said that as a celebrity, you should always look in the mirror to observe your posture and appearance.

She glanced at herself in the mirror and said straightly: "Miss's body is the life of a maid!" Alas! ”

Handed the water to Leng Mo's face, "Young Master, your water is ready." ”

Leng Mo took off his headphones, paused the class on the computer, raised his eyes, and looked at her deeply.

"I suddenly didn't want to drink water. You squeeze me a glass of fresh orange juice. ”

It's obviously such a handsome face, and it's obviously such a nice voice. But the words that come out of his mouth are simply flat to death.

Qin Chenchen blinked, tried to restrain his urge to bite him, nodded, and said very obediently: "Mmmm, okay." Young Master, please wait! ”

Fresh orange juice?

Qin Chenchen picked up the orange fresh oranges in the fruit basket, deeply unhappy.

People, you still can't live too richly. Even the fruits are flown in from all over the world every day, which is simply too extravagant.

The key is not to be extravagant, the key is that she can't even find a rotten orange.

The housekeeper saw that Qin Chenchen had been picking oranges, her little face was full of confusion, and she couldn't help but wonder: "Miss, what's wrong with you?" Are you not satisfied with this fruit? ”

Qin Chenchen nodded: "Not satisfied." ”

"Then I will immediately send someone to the orchard to pick the freshest and come back."

"No need." Qin Chenchen stopped. She pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment, then put down the orange in her hand and asked the housekeeper, "Is there a rotten orange at home that I haven't eaten for many days?" ”

"Rotten oranges?" The housekeeper couldn't help but wonder, "Miss, what are you going to do with rotten oranges?" ”

"Oh, you don't care. Just say no? ”

"This... I'll look for it. ”

"Go, go, go."

A few minutes later, the stewardess carried three small, wilted oranges in her hand.

"Miss. Got it. These three, Miss, take a look. ”