Thought of what, monsoon took back the cruel color at the bottom of his eyes, looked sideways and leaned toward thin, "didn't you come back from abroad? Such a simple English is still translated by me?"

Bo Qing: "... Draw lots."

She went ahead, the monsoon followed behind, and she could not help but make complaints about her.

Bo Qing made two sounds.

Just you.

The program group is very fair. Even the order of rehearsal is determined by lot.

Of course, everyone wanted to get the first one and leave early after rehearsal, but monsoon was unlucky enough to get the last one and gave him a lot of fun.

"President sister, you see, I'm the finale."

Thin tilt: "..."

Deng baishen heard the words of the monsoon, squinted at the monsoon, hissed and scolded in a low voice, "idiot."

But no matter how low his voice was, the monsoon heard it.

Monsoon pointed to Deng Boshen's nose and asked angrily, "Grass Mud Horse, who do you scold?"

Deng baishen smiled. "I didn't name you as an idiot. Why are you so anxious to take your seat?"

How can Monsoon's temper be tolerated? As soon as he took a step, he rushed up, grabbed Deng baishen's collar and raised his hand to give him a black eye.

Deng baishen's smile that didn't deserve beating on his face finally disappeared. He suddenly raised his hands and clenched Monsoon's fist. "Monsoon, are you crazy? Make trouble in the program group, and you don't want to continue to participate in the program, do you?"

"None of your business? Tell me those two words again. If I don't beat your nose, I'll give you your last name!"

Deng Boshen was a little counselled. After all, no one dared to provoke a madman, and monsoon is famous in this circle.

He didn't speak and looked sideways at Xi Luoqing.

Just then, a stern but childish female voice sounded, "stop!"

As soon as the voice fell, I saw a little girl who looked only eighteen or nine years old strode up, came to Deng Boshen and pushed the monsoon away.

Then the little girl stood in front of Deng baishen and looked like a calf protector. She stared at the monsoon fiercely, "you dare to hurt my family deeply. Miss Ben is fighting with you!"

The monsoon was pushed back two steps by the little girl. He looked up and down at the little girl and smiled, "who are you? Just your little body is not enough for me. Who are you fighting with?"

"Just don't you hurt my family!" the little girl stared wide, full of gas.

Monsoon just thinks it's funny. Does a little rabbit want to protect the pig whose head has been kicked by a donkey?

You can't protect yourself.

Monsoon opened his mouth. Before he could make a sound, Deng baishen's disgusted voice suddenly sounded, "shut up!"

When the little girl heard the speech, her fierce expression disappeared for a moment, replaced by a touch of guilty and flattering praise. She turned and looked at Deng Boshen, even her voice with a trace of cowardice.

"I'm deeply sorry. Did I do anything wrong?"

Deng baishen looked at the monsoon, and his disgusting sight fell on the little girl. "I have nothing to do with you. You should pay attention to your words in the future."

With that, Deng baishen looked at Xi Luoqing and immediately smiled, "boss, let's go."

Xi Luoqing was silent and came to Bo Qing a few steps. "Miss Bo, I'm sorry. There may be some misunderstanding between our two artists, but it's not a good thing to do it, right?"

Thin pink lips light hook, smile lightly.