Chapter 32 The Fallen Prince Under the Hail of Romance
Chapter 32 The fallen prince under the hail of romance
Unfortunately, Zhong Jiuyin was staring at Liang Zhi and didn't notice him.
Liang Zhi actually carried two packets of small paper with him, wiped his forehead and the tip of his nose, and took off his glasses to clean the spectacle bases. He was meticulous and serious.
Then rub the neck and collarbone.
She continued to watch, and saw that he was holding the tissue and stopping it on his collarbone, and urged: "Why don't you continue wiping?"
Liang Zhi blushed and looked accusingly: "You're staring at me..."
The sight almost pierces the fabric!
Zhong Jiuyin turned around angrily: "What's there to be embarrassed about? Just wipe it off, I won't read it."
I remember that back then, she was among a bunch of male colleagues who had killed each other. She had never seen anything and was just wiping a sweat.
Seeing her turn around, Liang Zhi felt uneasy and pulled Yuan Yi to sit between them. Then he turned sideways and cautiously opened his clothes to wipe the sweat from his back.
Zhong Jiuyin had nothing to see, and his eyes wandered around and then fell on Yan Cheng, who was striding back.
However, Yuan Yi hesitated and walked a certain distance, then suddenly ran out, pulled the staff beside the camera and asked if there were any mobility scooters.
The water sprayed from above gradually drenched Yan Cheng's body.
Yan Cheng is a bit on the thin side, and his collarbones shrink when he trembles. When he kneels down, the shoulder blades on his back are slightly protruding, like butterfly wings that are gathering strength and spreading out under his dark-sleeved shirt.
She silently stepped aside and squatted next to Yuan Yi.
"Hurry up, hurry up, we have wasted an hour for a long time! Come on, come on, brother Yan Cheng, he is about to collapse without food or drink."
...it's both true and false.
Yuan Yi said he didn't see a car and could only move forward with his legs swinging.
At this time, the two machines above the head suddenly opened, spraying down bursts of fine water, and the staff held the paper balls and threw them into the middle, shouting: "It's hailing!"
Ai Yuanyuan: "Ah? I'm not in a hurry. I'm just helping you arrange the stage moves."
Holding someone in my arms and turning my head to talk to Yuan Yi who was driving, life was enjoyable.
Those who didn't know thought she sang folk songs with her whole buttocks.
And her hair is just like hers, and she seems to have a chic and chivalrous look.
Soon, the place where photographers gathered was reached.
Like a person who has not exercised for a long time and suddenly walks a long distance, his feet and shoes, ankles and the edge of his pants all have an unbearable friction feeling, and the presence of wisps of pain is very strong.
But Wangshan broke her leg while running. The place was too big, and it was not far from where she could see it from a high place. It took a long time to walk, and she began to feel a little uncomfortable in her feet.
In the open space outside the children's bumper car project, there was a group of people, and two extended machines that looked like pesticide sprayers above their heads.
The next second, a melodious and sad background music came from behind her butt.
Yan Cheng glanced at her swaying feet and shifted his gaze to the road ahead.
Her eyes opened a little wider.
Wet hair, wet clothes, and the Adam's apple and collarbone that were soaked when he fell down...
Yan Cheng is preparing to perform, and Yuan Yi is preparing to pretend to be a rat and "watch indifferently" as the story unfolds.
Needless to say, Liang Zhi, the Fairy Godfather has not shown up yet, and his current identity is a staff helper.
Zhong Jiuyin turned his head to talk to Yuan Yi, with the back of his head facing him, and the ends of his high ponytail were blown wildly by the wind.
Yes, yes, that's it, once the water comes on, the attraction doubles.
Zhong Jiuyin was admiring the prince's figure in boredom.
Yan Cheng opened his eyes and looked down.
The entertainment industry in this world is really a good organization that specializes in finding good-looking people for the public to appreciate.
Talking about this weak body really hurts her reputation as a martial arts genius.
However, in this "romantic hail" flying all over the sky, Zhong Jiuyin noticed a little detail.
Ai Yuanyuan jumped out of the car and rushed forward eagerly.
A group of people threw paper balls, which made Yan Cheng subconsciously close his eyes and curl up.
Zhong Jiuyin: "..."
What kind of movement is required? Circle the field once, then hug the person and slide away in a zigzag pattern until Yan Cheng vomits?
The itch like a dragonfly seems to be spreading along the nerves, and soon there is a similar feeling in the abdomen.
But this vicious step-sister was almost halfway done with her work. He was so anxious and excited that she rushed up to help Yan Cheng up and started having sex with each other.
"There is a place in front with a lot of staff, it should be there." Yan Cheng walked back and said.
The staff who operated the thing had a smile on their faces, and they knew at a glance that what was going to happen was not a good thing.
Yuan Yi quickly noticed her emotions from her slight reaction, and as before, he walked closer and asked in a low voice: "Sister Yin, what's wrong? Are your legs tired?"
Yan Cheng calmly brushed the two strands of hair away, turned slightly to the side, and tried to stay as far away from her as possible.
In terms of visual effects alone, the presence is stronger than real hail. It would be better if these "hail" didn't smash around horizontally.
Yan Cheng showed the prince's state of being hungry and cold, trembling and about to collapse very smoothly and naturally. Yuan Yi watched very seriously, probably learning this performance mode.
The program team is indeed not a serious organization.
The key point is that both men and women can watch it. With their naughty things, women who admire men will still be criticized by others. Of course, excluding her, she can sneak in late at night and knock him out of anyone who makes irresponsible remarks to her.
Zhong Jiuyin cursed, chose a good position to stand, folded his arms and waited for Yan Cheng to perform.
Her attention was not on these small places, and she didn't feel anything at all. She was putting her arms on the backrest with her arms open, her hands falling on Ai Yuanyuan's shoulders, and the bandit leader was hugging him from left to right.
There was a breeze when the car was driving. He relaxed and closed his eyes. The heat from his whole body was taken away. The tips of his black hair gently brushed against his brow, bringing a comfortable itch.
Zhong Jiuyin crossed her legs to reduce the floor space, and her raised calves were just a tiny bit away from Yan Cheng's thighs.
She seems to like this simple style of tied hair very much. She has always had a high ponytail since we met, and it was also the same in the last video. She is different from other female stars who are used to wearing their hair loose.
In the end, I really pestered the program team to borrow a sightseeing car. Counting the serious overload preparation, five people could get on.
It's not intense, it's just awkward. It makes people's expectations and excitement about this trip drop by half.
It's okay, it's a bit attractive.
As soon as the hail hit and Yan Cheng fell down, she rushed up to show off her strong and strong arms. After pulling him unwillingly, she picked him up and carried him to the first door of a happy life as if he was dead.
They were so close that their flowing hair brushed against his abdomen.
She pursed her lips and shook her head.
Zhong Jiuyin stood up on his knees and gave instructions to move forward: "Let's go then."
Zhong Jiuyin stood in the middle, slowly raised his hand and asked: "Vicious stepsister, don't be anxious, isn't it my turn?"
Yuan Yi was driving, and the two girls squeezed in to sit in the back, with Yan Cheng and Liang Zhi hanging on both sides.
"Sister Yin, it's your turn, what are you doing?" Yuan Yi pushed her.
"It's my turn?" Zhong Jiuyin stood up, straightened his hair and clothes, and then ran desperately to Yan Cheng in the rain.
"Prince, I'm here!"
To Yan Cheng's ears, this sentence sounded more like - Domineering school boy, here you go! Just surrender and let me love you!