Can You Love Me?

There is a popular joke on the Internet, saying that Lu Jincheng's smile can trigger a tsunami, which is much faster than the effect caused by the vibration of a butterfly's wings.

Although this is a joke, one can imagine how pretty Lu Jincheng's smile is.

But now Xin Ai is really not in the mood to appreciate Lu Jincheng's good-looking smile. She clenched her hands tightly, and her nails dug into her palms.

Xin Ai bit her lip and lowered her head, making a shy expression, brushing her hair to cover up her panic, she said with a smile: "I'm sorry to make...Mr. ... Even if I have such a weird hobby, I... can't help it."

"Then your taste is really unique."

"Yeah, what's a hobby if you're not unique? I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first. Movie King Lu, you continue to smoke."

Xin Ai turned around and was about to leave, but as soon as she lifted her foot, Lu Jincheng suddenly grabbed her hand, gently moved her back, and said, "It's not a good way to walk, is it?"

"Let go." Xin Ai shook off Lu Jincheng's hand forcefully, and looked at him defensively. Did he want to threaten her with this matter?

Xin Ai liked this actor quite a bit at first, but looking at it now, she was the one who liked it in vain before,

Lu Jincheng suddenly stretched out his hand to Xin Ai, and she immediately took a step back in fright, but it was useless, and in a blink of an eye she was forced to lean against the wall.

Lu Jincheng put one hand on the left side of Xin Ai's head, looking at her expressive face with great interest.

Xin Ai said angrily: "Mr. Lu, you are a film king, it's best not to do anything that is demeaning."

Lu Jincheng looked Xin Ai up and down, and smiled: "Such a beautiful neck, if it gets dirty, it won't be good."

As he spoke, he rubbed his finger behind Xin Ai's left ear, and then brought it in front of her. There was a little blood on his thumb.

Xin Ai immediately took out the mirror, she must have had Chen Ming's blood on her hand, and accidentally rubbed it on her neck.

Lu Jincheng kindly said: "No more, other places are very clean."

Since pretending to be stupid can't be perfunctory, Xin Ai's complexion changed, and he suddenly pushed Lu Jincheng away with both hands, threatening: "Mr. Lu is in the entertainment industry, and in such a mixed circle, I believe you know better than me, you shouldn't watch it." Don't look, don't talk about things that shouldn't be said, otherwise..."

Lu Jincheng asked her curiously, "Otherwise what?"

Xin Ai gritted her teeth and said, "Otherwise, I will let my benefactor block you."

"Then who is your benefactor?"

"You will know when you are banned." Xin Ai left a word, turned and ran away.

Looking at Xin Ai's fleeing back, the smile on Lu Jincheng's face grew bigger and bigger. He took out his mobile phone and opened a video that he had just recorded.

The video was secretly recorded through the crack of the door. The girl in the black swan dress stepped on the man on the ground. The vicious and vicious look made people feel chills, but the more he looked at it, the more he looked at it. charming.

Lu Jincheng couldn't stand all kinds of people in the venue who asked him to take a group photo, ask for an autograph, and even hinted at the unspoken rules, so he came here to smoke a cigarette.

Unexpectedly, such a fun thing came across.

This was much more interesting than dealing with those people. He watched the video for a while, pushed the bathroom door open and went in.

After ten minutes, he came out and hung a sign saying that it was temporarily closed for maintenance.

...

Xin Ai hurried back to the banquet hall, and saw Jian Zechuan standing out from the crowd from a distance.

Even if I met a top-quality male god like Lu Jincheng just now, seeing Jian Zechuan and Xin Ai's heart still stagnates, because a man like Jian Zechuan is not a top-quality male god, he is unique.