I'm afraid...it was the first time I saw the young marshal enter this Paramount, and I suddenly thought of it and offended He Anyuan. The trouble got so bad that the young marshal came to the rescue.
She does have some courage, some skills, and enough courage.
However, she seems to be wrong.
The young marshal will not move.
What kind of person is the young marshal? He is so lazy that even if someone dies in front of him, he can send the person to the hospital with just one sentence, but it has nothing to do with him, so he is too lazy to say such a sentence.
Seeing that the singer was dragged to Yi Jian's side, she subconsciously grabbed the sofa where Yi Jian was sitting. She looked at the young marshal pitifully, pretending to be charming, and shouted one after another: "Young marshal, what are you doing?
Miss, whoever hits first..."
But Yi Jian just held Zhong Qing in his arms, took the grapes as if nothing had happened, peeled them off carefully, and fed them to Zhong Qing himself in full view of everyone.
Zhongqing opened her mouth and swallowed without making a sound.
The singer's hand was torn off from the sofa. The singer had nowhere to cling to, and her heart became anxious. However, she did not expect that the young marshal could be so cold and cold, so cold that even a look in his eyes would not change his mind.
Ken handed it to her.
In desperation, she reached out and grabbed Yi Jian's pants. Unexpectedly, the lazy young commander suddenly quickly moved his feet out of the way with quick reflexes, and shot a cold look at the singer.
The singer caught the opportunity and was dragged aside.
Despair is like a tide, drowning the singer.
Everyone saw this scene clearly, and understood that the singer wanted to seduce the young commander, and everyone couldn't help but look down upon her with a bit of contempt.
Who knows, at this moment, a soft voice came out: "Wait a minute..."
Everyone was stunned for a moment and looked over, but the sound came from Zhong Qing.
Yi Jian raised her eyebrows and looked at Zhong Qing silently, but Zhong Qing stood up and walked towards the singer with charming steps.
Her pace was neither hurried nor slow, and contained a lot of flavor. She was enchanting, noble, majestic, lazy...all of them were displayed vividly by her.
In such comparison, the singing girl is completely different from Zhong Qing.
A true beauty should be like Miss Zhong.
Zhongqing stood in front of the singer, her eyes flashed slightly, and her tone of voice was not at all arrogant, but rather lazy: "Let's forget about this matter."