Monster System: Quickly Transmigrate Male God's Favorite

Chapter 8 Small Internet celebrity, big president (8)

Qianqiu looked up.

Not far away, a figure walked into the parking lot.

The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up, and the delicate silver-white buttons reflected the cold light, which made his wrists whiter and his fingers knuckles distinct.

He is a born luminous body, but he also carries an innate sense of oppression and coldness. He is extremely dazzling, but also extremely cold.

The moment he saw Di Xingyao, the Glory was instantly excited.

[Wow, wow, just missed the elevator, and now the target has appeared again!Hurry up, rush up and grab him!Don't let him run away, don't miss this opportunity! 】

Qianqiu: "..."

This is not a clearance sale, calm down you salesman.

Qianqiu ignored Glory's instigation.

She propped her chin up, looked lazily, and sized up her little brother carefully.

Di Xingyao walked up to the supercar.

His eyelashes are long and slightly drooping, and the shadows outline the deep and delicate facial features. His eyes are dark, dignified and elegant, but also with an inhuman coldness.

good looking.

like.

Little brother, it's good to be with someone.

Qian Qiu's sizing eyes were unobtrusive, and Di Xingyao quickly noticed that his eyes were sharp and cold.

He opened his thin lips lightly, "Come out."

When he opened his mouth, his voice was low and pleasant.

It's the kind of subwoofer that sounds so good that it can make people's ears pregnant.

Like a fine wine that has been aged for many years.

Mellow and intoxicating.

Qianqiu stood up and slowly walked in front of him.

Her posture was lazy, and she looked up at him casually.

Inexplicably, there is a sense of sight that has never met before.

When the elevator was missed, the sense of loss that could not be grasped seemed to be filled.

Di Xingyao pursed his lips slightly, feeling an inexplicable impulse in his heart.

Emotions surged in his eyes, and he tried to keep his tone as cold as possible, and asked, "Who are you?"

Qianqiu glanced at him, "Guess?"

She continued: "It's not important, the important thing is, can I borrow some money?"

He said coldly: "No."

"Oh, then I'll go find someone else." Qianqiu turned to leave.

Di Xingyao subconsciously reached out and grabbed the corner of her clothes.

"..."

Qian Qiu glanced at it, inexplicably feeling like a big dog biting the corner of his clothes and acting coquettishly.

"Why, if you don't lend me money, I can't find other people?"

Di Xingyao pursed his thin lips tightly, not wanting to let go, and said in a low voice, "If you tell me your name, I'll borrow it."

"But I've changed my mind now, and I don't want to borrow from you."

"Then...you can take it yourself."

After the words fell, Di Xingyao lowered his eyes, not understanding why he said such words uncontrollably.

Qianqiu was very cooperative, and stretched out his hand, "Then I will take it reluctantly, where is the wallet?"

Di Xingyao's muscles tensed, his breathing sank, and he didn't know how to answer.

Qian Qiu took out his wallet, took out a few coins, and said, "Next time I have a chance to invite you, I'll go first."

"No."

He held on tightly to the corner of her clothes, his tone was still so cold, but his behavior was inexplicably coquettish.

"why?"

"No reason." He whispered, pursing his lips, not knowing what to say.

He also couldn't explain why he was like this, afraid that she would leave again.

Qian Qiu sighed and said, "You are so troublesome."

The voice fell.

She raised her eyes again, and her eyes were deep, as if there was endless darkness with no end in sight.

Her voice has a slightly weird tone, which is irresistibly seductive.

She said, "Hey, let go."

(End of this chapter)