The lottery show should surprise Director Lan, who delivered the speech.
"Sasha" Xiaoyuan squeaked the muscles on her face and said with a smirk.
"Hmm?" I smiled and glanced at Xiaoyuan, and continued to appreciate the busy figure not far away.
"As a rule, you shouldn't be laughing so happily, right?" Lan Xiyan had walked up to me at some point, and his eyes were shining with a bad depth and approached my ears. "Aristocratic daughter? Uh?!"
The sudden breath suddenly disturbed my thoughts. The sudden burst of red eyes and ears made me almost fall under the table. Fortunately, Xiaoyuan held me in an emergency, so she avoided the scene of a dog eating shit.[
"What does it have to do with my laughter?" I rolled my eyes, took a deep breath to cover my qi deficiency, and yelled at him in a pretended fierce manner.
Is this man a ghost? He was commanding in the distance the moment before, but suddenly floated in front of him the next moment. Although this face was so close, it made people feel a little nervous, but I really wanted to hit him in the face with one punch.
A bad embryo-like smile.
"Hmm?" He raised his eyebrows, as if he was admiring my courage. He ignored my cry and reminded him directly, "Don't forget, you have to accompany me to the stage to speak later."
I spread my hands and smiled indifferently. Anyway, I have reported to the Minister of Sports, so I don’t have to worry about being listed as a traitor. What should I worry about? But the Minister, I smiled openly and looked at his handsome face
After a while, I thought to myself: I'm afraid you should be worried about, Minister Lan, I have arranged an after-show program for you.
He looked at me thoughtfully, then raised a mysterious smile, "It seems you are not worried at all."
"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the boat will naturally be straight when it reaches the bridge." I sighed, put my hands behind my head as a pillow, and leaned my whole body towards the back of the chair.
"It's true that it hasn't changed, and it's full of thorns." He smiled badly, picked up a melon seed and put it on the side of the road, then threw the shell into the trash can at the corner of the table.
"It didn't change your head." I glanced at him in dissatisfaction, took all the melon seeds on the table and blocked them with my arms. My melon seeds would not be eaten by despicable villains, and put aside the blushing touch.
Aura, this villain still has the urge to make people want to be flattered.