Chapter 445: Do You Want My Permanent Meal Ticket?
"Do you want my permanent meal ticket?"
The moment the words fell, his long-hidden hand under the table suddenly withdrew, and as if by magic, he handed a large handful of delicate red roses directly to Feng Yasong.
And the apricot-eyed Feng Ya Song: "??? ā
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She didn't expect that Chong Jingchen would suddenly reverse here, and she was so surprised that her brain crashed on the spot!
And Chong Jingchen was not in a hurry to urge her to respond, only held the handful of red roses steadily, looking at her with a smile.
The smiling eyes shone brightly in the light, a little more dazzling than the stars in the sky.
made Feng Yasong unconsciously think of the anonymous poem that was widely circulated on the Internet:
The galaxy is hot, you are the ideal of the world;
The bright moon is cool, you are the dawn of the world;
The sea of people is indifferent, you are the hot ...... in the world
He is a treasure on earth, holding her in his heart.
Looking at each other, Feng Yasong's fierce expression could no longer be maintained, and the whole person was completely softened from the inside out.
She took the handful of red roses shyly and timidly, and the smile on her lips couldn't be contained.
But he also pretended to hide the flush on his cheeks by bowing his head and smelling the flowers, and asked him hesitantly: "You just ...... Is it a confession? ā
Chong Jingchen let out a heavy 'um' to show his sincerity.
Feng Yasong remembered his current career in hindsight, and his tone was entangled: "But I'm an idol now, if an idol falls in love, it's a collapsed house, right?" ā
Chong Jingchen: "......"
At this time, I remembered that you are an idol and need to be responsible for the fans, why didn't you think of it when you were rotten?
In order to maintain the romantic atmosphere that he had so hard to create, Chong Jingchen stubbornly held back the complaints that came to his mouth, and said patiently: "I can accompany you to polish your works, and when you transform from an idol to a powerful faction, you will disclose it to the outside world." ā
"It's going to take years, right?" Feng Yasong secretly looked at him under the cover of the bouquet, and said in her heart I can afford to wait, but I'm afraid you won't be able to stand it.
Chong Jingchen heard her subtext, and said in his heart, is this the legendary one who doesn't cherish it?
Before she even started talking to him, she already started to dislike him for being old!
Even his voice was muffled, and he was a little resentful: "I believe in your strength." ā
"But if I'm not mistaken, you've never said you like me since you met me, right?" Feng Yasong relied on his current request for himself, and continued to make trouble: "I didn't even say that I like it, how can it be regarded as a confession?" ā
Chong Jingchen: "......"
He can see that some people have already eaten him, and they are sitting on the ground and raising the price!
He endured the fact that he was an idol and disliked him for being old, but he couldn't bear the fact that he never said he liked her!
Chong Jingchen grinded his back molars hatefully, and didn't smile: "Didn't you always want to know what you did to me when you were drunk?" Do you want to tell you right now? ā
The four words 'practice' were deliberately bitten by him.
Listening to Feng Yasong's inner alarm bell, I feel that this is going to be played!
As if she had a nail under her ass, she stood up with a 'poof' and slammed the chair behind her backwards!
With the screeching sound of the chair legs rubbing against the floor, she ran away with the roses in her arms!
It's a pity that Chong Jingchen moves faster!
Chong Jingchen: Woman, I'll let you see today, what is playing with fire and self-immolation! (Unleashed)
In the past two days, I have been helping my younger brothers and sisters fill in the volunteers, and I am taking care of the sick number, which makes me exhausted (ćoć)
I'm still a little afraid that I'm infected again, three times, four times, five times, it's too scary (ćoć) I hope I can survive!
(End of chapter)