Chapter 476

Jun Shiling suddenly looked up at Xia Wanyuan. He couldn't tell what it was like,

"Still jealous?" Xia Wanyuan is smiling,

But junshiling did not speak. He just looked at himself on the paper and Xia Wanyuan,

All of a sudden, he reached out and put the man in the rest suite,

"What are you doing in junshiling? It's in the company," Xia Wanyuan pushed junshiling, only to find that the man was in a particularly excited state and didn't take any push at all,

"You promised me, and let me bully you when you come back," Jun Shiling stared at Xia Wanyuan, with infinite warmth in his heart.

"That can't be in the company, you get up," Xia Wanyuan struggled twice, but only more inspired the flames of junshiling.

"Don't worry, no one will come to the office. I can't help it. I want you now." The emperor's mausoleum was burning against Xia Wanyuan. Xia Wanyuan's face was red.

"You are a man, eh." Xia Wanyuan wanted to say something more, but he was swallowed by junshiling,

Sunset, the setting sun warm through the window, the warm yellow sun gradually sink into the horizon, the moon slowly climb up the sky, the lights of the whole city shining up.

"I'm going home. Junshiling, if you come back, I won't talk to you any more." In the dark lounge, Xia Wanyuan's voice was hoarse.

A light smile rang out, "OK, go home."

The rest room in junshiling's office is no different from the normal bedroom. There are some clothes Xia Wanyuan left here last time in the wardrobe,

Junshiling took the clothes and helped Xia Wanyuan put them on one by one. Then he wrapped them around her in a suit and held them horizontally,

"Madam, I've worked hard. I'll wait for you to go home."

"Hum." Xia Wanyuan pinched Shiling's waist, but only gently expressed his dissatisfaction,

Jun Shiling, who had enough to eat and drink, was not annoyed at all, and went home with a full face.

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The next morning, Xia Wanyuan sent the painting to the Qing University, and went directly to the recording site of the Chinese Poetry Association,

Tang Yin and Chen Yun have been waiting for her at the scene for a long time.

"My little ancestor, where have you been? Why are you here now? It's almost starting. The director just asked if you're not coming."

"There's something wrong on the way, I'm delayed," which is also funny. After talking with her about the international exchange meeting for a while, President Yang actually took out her elegy album and asked her to sign it, because his son likes her.

"Why are you here?" Xia Wanyuan was just talking when he saw Mu Feng with silver hair coming,

"Big beauty, you are too slow. I'll wait for your Kung Fu to make me sleep again." Mu Feng lifted his long hair, causing a lot of attention.

"Do you need special make-up for this?" Xia Wanyuan looks at the box in Mu Feng's hand, a little confused,

Mu Feng curled his lips. Obviously, because of the impatience of waiting, he didn't want to talk to Xia Wanyuan, "let's go in and clean up for you."

A few people walked back to the stage together. The waiting hall was full of people. It was a bit complicated to see this group of people coming in,

Especially after seeing Xia Wanyuan sitting in the corner, Mu Feng carrying a pile of cosmetics and starting to make up for her, the expression on everyone's face became more strange.

Now all the people sitting on the field are the group champions who have won the first round in the preliminary competition and come out of the competition,

Everyone has the skills. Even when they are waiting, they have books in their hands.

Now looking at Xia Wanyuan with makeup artist to participate in the competition, many people don't say it, but they despise Xia Wanyuan.

Online blowing is just like anything else. It seems that it's just like this. It's really a star. Marketing is good. A little bit of poetry will make it a genius.

"Tut Tut, today's stars are really showing off. They regard the video studio as their private dressing room."

A man in his forties, who was wearing glasses, looked at Xia Wanyuan contemptuously and said, "young people today are so impetuous. They are still participating in the poetry conference. It's a stain on the purity of literature."

The studio was very quiet because of the arrival of Xia Wanyuan. The man didn't hide his voice at all, so this passage was like a stone thrown into the clear lake,

A lot of people secretly smile with their mouths closed, and some feel that this person has frowned too much, but they have never met Xia Wanyuan, and they don't want to wade in this muddy water.

Xia Wanyuan originally closed his eyes and let Mu Feng brush his eyelashes. Hearing this, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the man who was talking, with frost in his eyes.

"This," Xia Wanyuan said with a pause, as if he was seriously thinking about the age of this man, "old man? It seems that you are 60 years old. You came to the same program with me. I don't know how high your pure literary achievement is? "

This middle-aged man was annoyed by Xia Wanyuan's sixty years old. He just lost a little hair. Is this woman blind? What is an old gentleman?

When he heard Xia Wanyuan talk about his literary achievements, his face turned black and white. He was 40 years old and had been an old scholar for half his life, but he had no achievements,

The man yelled at Xia Wanyuan with a blue and white face, "his achievements are not high, and he is better than you. It's shameful for a dramatist to hype himself with literary poetry. It's really dishonorable and dishonorable to the sages."