Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

Lin Anxin found a location in an unobtrusive corner. She leisurely poured a cup of warm water from a cup, drinking water and watching the excitement.

Sure enough, after she walked away, several well-dressed female artists approached her.

There is also a pure and cute beauty with particularly long and eye-catching hair.

However, the beauty's goal is very clear. It can be seen at a glance that she is aiming for the lead singer, with her shy and timid little eyes. Unfortunately, the person who was dazzled does not seem to be cold. It was as if his eyes were blind, and he couldn't see the beauty showing her kindness.

"Chichi." Lin Anxin chattered with interest.

She finally figured out that the most popular among the girls was probably the lead singer of their band.

Next was the shota who winked at her, and the remaining two were pretty much the same.

But the most popular lead singer has a very unfriendly attitude towards girls, and is basically in a state of indifference. It was all thanks to the youngest member of their band to smooth things over in the middle, so that the situation would not become awkward.

But those girls also have masochistic tendencies.

Even though the other person is ignoring you, you still insist on getting in close and get slapped in the face, which is also strong.

Lin Anxin looked at it and suddenly realized that he drank a little too much water. She put down the water glass and hurried out.

When she came out of the bathroom, she lowered her head and took out her mobile phone. As she walked, she sent a message to the director, planning to run away.

Only halfway, his forehead suddenly hit a hard object.

"Well……"

Realizing that she hadn't looked at the road and bumped into someone, she reacted quickly and apologized while covering her forehead.

"Sorry, I didn't notice, you're fine..."

Before he could say anything, he realized who he had bumped into.

"Lu...ang?"

Damn, why is Lu so proud?

Facing the handsome face so close, Lin Anxin felt extremely embarrassed.

Fortunately, the other party was very considerate and said in a hoarse and deep voice, "Lu Zhiang."

"Ah, yes, Lu Zhiang. Sorry, my memory is not very good. Did I bump into you just now? Are you okay?"

As soon as Lin Anxin finished speaking, someone grabbed her left wrist.

The cool and handsome man took out a water-based pen and wrote a series of numbers on the palm of her hand with a force that could not be refused.

The pen refill moved in the palm of her hand, itching so hard that she couldn't help but want to bend her hand, but the other party didn't give her a chance at all, and forced her to finish writing before letting go.

"This is my phone number." Lu Zhiang wore a black T-shirt with a small V-neck design, which just exposed his lazy collarbone.

Below, he wears a pair of black trousers of the same color, and a pair of rivet boots immediately brighten up his simple outfit, showing off a bit of rock and roll coolness.

His jawline is sharp, and his facial features are exquisite and handsome, especially when his head is lowered, a wisp of bangs slides down, covering half of his eyes. The other one looks distinct in black and white, with eyelashes as long as a fan, giving people a natural good impression. Coupled with his fair skin, no wonder so many girls like him.

Lin Anxin retracted her hand and glanced at a series of numbers flying in the palm of her hand. Although he didn't know why he came out to give her his phone number, he still said with a smile, "I remember it, by the way, my phone number..."

Since others have given you your phone number, you still have to give them a phone number as a courtesy.

Lin Anxin was about to give him her work phone number.

I heard his magnetic voice, "I know."