Chapter 1037

It's like the person in the painting is independent from the rest of the world. Among the people Suk has met, Fu Lingshan is the one who most conforms to the standard of beauty in ancient costume. Now, before employing Tingting to take the stage, Suk's ears suddenly burst out like a cry of worship.

Even Wang Xiaogang is rolling his hands into a trumpet shape and shouting Fu Lingshan's name, and other people even have signs that people want to stand up and crowd in the past. The host timely appeases the people, while Fu Lingshan smiles, bows slightly and politely greets: "thank you

The smile on her face suddenly made the whole hall look much more beautiful. If Suk thought that Fu Lingshan was fresh and clean, and her clothes were better than snow, which was like the little dragon girl in the ancient tomb sect, but she didn't dare to get close to her.

When a smile appeared on her face, she soon turned into a beautiful fairy sister with skin like snow, graceful as virginity, not eating grains, drinking wind and dew, smiling sweetly, eyebrows and eyes, lips and cheeks.

Suk knew that the scene mentioned by Wang Xiaogang would never appear during the class, and it was not just him, but everyone raised their hands and looked around subconsciously, which was magnificent.

And they all rushed to shout.

"Me

"Me

"--"

Suk was infected by this atmosphere, especially when everyone raised their hands. He was very conspicuous and embarrassed, and slowly raised his arm.

"The fans at the scene are really enthusiastic, but this opportunity is very rare, and there is only one quota. In order to ensure the fairness of the election, we put numbers under everyone's chairs, and then let Miss Fu Lingshan draw by hand, OK?"

Under the direction of the host, a staff member took a box. At this time, all the fans began to check their chairs. Sure enough, there was a note with a number on it.

Under the gaze of all the hot eyes, Fu Lingshan put her hand into the box, stirred it a little, and finally made a folded note. The host immediately ran over and took the note carefully. With her action, the scene suddenly heard a loud voice.

"The lucky number is --!"

"The lucky number is --!"

Looking at the murderous eyes of the fans below, the host no longer shows interest. He slowly opens the note, and then recites it in poetry. The voice and emotion are both strong: "he is No. 52 fan, who is No. 52, please raise your hand!"

"Who is it?" "Who is it?" Everyone is shouting these two words.

Suk looked at the note in his hand. It clearly said no. 52. Doesn't it mean that he's going to be on the stage soon and have a hug with Fu Lingshan?

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