Chapter 222 Girl, you are eaten tofu

  Langsheng was a little helpless, and had long expected that they would commotion over this matter.

  The men’s locker room was really messy, and Lang Sheng simply went out.

  The women’s dressing room was exceptionally noisy, and the exquisite laughter came out of the corridor. These sounds made the ears very enjoyable.

The comparison between    and the men’s room is simply a gap!

  Now there are small voices in my ears, yes, they are talking about Lang Sheng and Fang Jin.

  She and Fang Jin are really pure. At that time, the original owner ran away without even seeing the color of his underwear. This was really not intentional.

  Esselan also came out at this time, but the clothes were messy.

   "How could it be like this?" Lang Sheng stood up and helped her tidy up her clothes.

  Athelland was happily like a child, and said to Lang Sheng: “The girls inside are so enthusiastic. As soon as I go in, I surround myself, and then touch my waist, always boasting that my waist is thin.”

  Lang Sheng: "..." Girl, it's so simple to be eaten tofu.

"Miss Eyre, can I touch your waist again? Is your waist really free of fat?" A girl suddenly rushed out of the dressing room, wearing a peach pink dress and long golden hair. Full of fairy spirit.

  However, the three people present were suddenly stunned.

  Langsheng didn't hear the footsteps either, so he kept helping Estelan tidy up the messy clothes, but he didn't expect a girl to rush out.

   "I'm sorry, I'm bothering you." The girl saw it, apologized, and quickly closed the door. Lang Sheng didn't have time to explain it.

  Esselan smiled shyly, hugged Lang Sheng, and said, "In the morning and evening, I will say that we have a husband and wife! Now the outsiders say that we are like a couple. Are you going to marry me or not?"

  Ahem, I may have a girlfriend with you.

  Langsheng broke free from Esselan's embrace without a trace, and after keeping a safe distance, he found an excuse to leave the neighborhood.

   Come to the exclusive lounge.

  Lang Sheng knocked on the door first, and the cleaning aunt who mopped the floor said: "It's exclusively for the president, no one, what do you do!"

   "Auntie, this is Yan Zhaoxi. There is someone inside, and I let him rest here." Lang Sheng responded politely.

  The door of the lounge opened, and a black-haired teenager stood inside. He was wearing a set of Korean-style autumn clothes, a long wheat-colored coat and black clothes, and a pair of ripped trousers and white shoes.

  The face was whitened by foundation and no cosmetics were added. A pair of silver-framed round mirrors and a British round hat, the indifferent expression is domineering but gentle.

  "Day and night...this clothes you helped me choose?" Zhang Luyu put on the clothes, standing there at a loss.

  Lang Sheng nodded, and then asked: "Are you nervous now?"

   "Hmm." After all, this is the first time I have come into contact with this profession.

  "Relax, your clothes are a little cool, so you should take it as a cutscene. You don't need to laugh, not laugh more to set off your domineering." Lang Sheng is very satisfied, his vision is still such a high level.

  Zhang Luyu watched a video of a model catwalk in the morning, and practiced many times to find which angle and posture are more suitable for him.

  Lang Sheng looked at the side and laughed and said, “Why is this as nervous as having an interview for the first time in my life, and I won’t eat you.”

   "Another profession, of course I have to take it well." Zhang Luyu said seriously, pressing the remote control in his hand to move forward and backward, and Lang Sheng smiled helplessly when he saw it.

  In fact, he is really suitable for the profession of modeling. Excluding the figure, his temperament can be controlled with his clothes, which is his advantage.

  (End of this chapter)