Chapter 639： Chen Yiran is dead

Chapter 639 Chen Yiran is dead

Not long after, she walked out and wanted to get the phone under the pillow. Just when she stretched her hand out, a big warm hand grabbed her wrist, dragged her onto the bed, and then hugged her. The slender waist hugged her tightly.

The man rubbed her head and just woke up, so the voice is magnetic and pleasant, tapping her eardrum like an electric current: "Wake up so early?"

"It's not early." Su Xia said softly, "You go to bed late, go to bed, I'll make breakfast for you."

Lu Jingyao hooks his lips: "Qianqian."

His cool fingertips gently lifted Su Xia's chin, and his gaze couldn't stop moving down, falling on her blushing lips, and a low voice sounded, murmured like: "Brother wants to eat. you."

Su Xia: "!!!"

Her face flushed instantly, she couldn't help but held her breath, her pupils shrank, staring at Lu Jingyao as if she was frightened, and then she saw the man and continued lightly: "The cooking."

Su Xia: "."

In an instant, it was like a deflated ball, almost choked by my own saliva.

She nodded vigorously, her eyes staring around, as if trying to hide her guilty conscience, she hurriedly got up from the bed, and said helplessly: "I will do it now."

She walked a few steps in the direction of the door, and coughed slightly, "But I didn't make it delicious."

This premise must be stated.

She cooks, she doesn’t even want to eat it anyway.

The porridge I made while recording the wonderful experience some time ago went smoothly. I hope that today, I can perform extraordinary things just like that time.

Lu Jingyao smiled: "It's okay."

He stared at the little girl’s red earlobe, her apple was rolling up and down, making him a bit lazy: "Taste it."

Forget it, if it doesn’t taste good anyway, order a takeaway.

Su Xia thought about going out of the bedroom and going to the kitchen, then turned back for a while, and took out the phone under the pillow in a jealousy.

This is what she wanted to do in the first place.

Looking at her back disappearing into the bedroom, Lu Jingyao sat up and got out of the bed to go to the bathroom to wash, then turned on the phone with a faint expression, his eyes fell on a line of words, and his expression suddenly stopped.

Su Xia went to read the public opinion on Weibo.

Thanks to their private promotion, Chen Yiran’s reputation is so bad that it can’t be bad anymore. As long as her name appears, there must be scolding underneath. Her Weibo has dropped nearly 5 million followers, and it’s even more in Chaohuan. A black avatar, and a large number of fans have been powdered.

As she had hoped before, she stayed firmly in the top position in the hot search. No one can compare to her current popularity.

Not only that, the comments on Chen Yiran’s Weibo are even more overwhelming. Even several official accounts have posted Weibo about this matter, and their reputation is completely rotten.

Even Cao Jianfei was implicated by her, and now the position of the president of Jufeng Entertainment is not guaranteed.

Su Xia curled her lips coldly.

Wait for the news that the two of them killed someone, I am afraid it will once again set off a wave of enthusiasm on the Internet.

The next second, Su Xia heard Lu Jingyao's voice.

"Thousands of thousands."

She turned her head, the man met her eyes, his eyes were light and there was no other feelings: "Chen Yiran died in the early morning."

Su Xia's pupils shrank suddenly, and she was a little dazed in disbelief.

"It was Cao Jianfei who was given sleeping pills and died."

(End of this chapter)