Chapter 439 My artist is super cool 41

  Su Yan licked her lower lip, and the breath she exhaled seemed to be sweet.

  Her eyes flashed, and she stared at Jiang Chi silently, her voice low and soft, "You gave me the sugar."

  Jiang Chi nodded, his expression serious.

   "Yes, the only one, for you—"

  The sultry air filled all around.

  Su Yan hummed, her raised face was bright and bright, and the swan neck was long and elegant.

   "Lie!"

  ……

  Zhao Yu searched the hotel and bumped into the hotel lobby with Yixue, who was desperate.

  He pulled her and asked, "Yixue, have you seen Jiang Chi?"

  Yixue rolled her eyes full of red blood, and when she saw Zhao Yu, she grinned, her voice hoarse, "I don't know."

  Perhaps you can't wait to go back to your room long ago?

  She pinched her palm, bowed her head and broke free from Zhao Yu's hand.

As    passed by, he could not hold back after all, and a trace of crazy hatred appeared in his eyes.

"Eh?"

  Zhao Yu blinked, looking at Yixue’s desperate expression, as if she had been dumped. He patted his forehead. Why didn't he look like he hadn't seen Jiang Chi before?

  He found all the way, and vaguely saw two familiar clothes colors at the corner of the promenade, close to each other.

   Zhao Yu's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and got into the heart-relief pill in his pocket.

   quietly walked over, and saw his unconscious artist. At this moment, the whole body was filled with a strange and gentle atmosphere.

   is hooping the girl in her arms, as if embedding the other person in her own bones.

  He immediately burst into depression, his black face destroyed the atmosphere, "Jiang Chi!!!"

  Jiang Chi's figure paused, and he cursed in his heart.

Hold--

  He slowly stood up straight, his big palms pressed against the back of Su Yan's head, and he held her in his arms domineeringly.

  Zhao Yu can only see the girl's slender back, pinched out by the long skirt with a slender waistline.

  In the night, the back view is enough to attract attention.

   is how many men dream of first love.

  "Zhao Yu, do you want to die?" Jiang Chi's expression was not good. He bit his molars. If he were not in a good mood, he could grab Zhao Yu and beat him up.

"It's you who want to die! Outside the hotel, you are not afraid of being photographed?!" Zhao Yu jumped into thunder, even ignoring Jiang Chi's ugly expression. The more he looks at Su Yan now, the more pleasing to his eyes, on the contrary, Jiang Chi is more and more fascinated. Not pleasing to the eye, "Don't bully Su Su! She is still young, so you can do it? Jiang Chi, you can be a man!"

  Jiang Chi heard the words, his Adam's apple rolled a bit, smiling **** and restrained.

   "It’s so boring to be a man? It’s cool to be a beast for a while, and it’s always cool to be a beast." He licked his lips, and in Zhao Yu's fainting eyes, he added two more words, "Happy—"

very happy.

  If someone asked Jiang Chi before, what would he like? Then he will answer without hesitation, music, and under the spotlight of the concert, the kind of sweaty feeling that is highly anticipated, accompanied by vigorous singing and dancing.

   But now, if someone asks him the same question again.

   Jiang Chi will still answer without hesitation.

  Su Yan——

  His little fan, a girl with a sweet peach scent from her hair.

   seems to grow out of his heart, no matter where it is, it is in line with his aesthetics and preferences.

  But Jiang Chi didn’t know that there was a saying: Only those who are favored will have no fear.

  (End of this chapter)