"I had to put down my phone silently, stroked my right hand with eight abdominal muscles, and followed my sexy Adam's apple with regret, touched my side face like a knife-cutting and axe-carved look. My eyes unconsciously revealed four points of anger, three points of carelessness, two points of black and helplessness, and a little cold and sarcastic."

"..." This description is so vivid that a fan diagram appeared in He Yin's mind.

The coach couldn't listen when he forced him here. His dark eye feathers moved and finally spoke: "Cheng Xu, are you an idiot?"

His voice was extremely discerning, his voice was cool and his speech was slightly lighter, and he was the extremely clean and clear youthful voice.

It is a rare type of human voice integration.

After all, he is a musician. He Yin has seen too many sounds in their circle, which sounds nice, but he looks...

Well, you can't say it's ugly. If you're rude with your appearance, you're just not looking as good as you're not worthy of such a nice voice.

But the handsome pussy in front of me is obviously a kind of person who can satisfy a series of various controls such as voice control, facial control, hand control, leg control, etc. Even if He Yin is a boy, he has to admit that his sister Xian’s younger brother is indeed quite touching.

"Brother Xing, why are you so indifferent to me? Why are you reluctant to pay attention to me?" The boy on the other end of the phone ignored the handsome soul questioning at all, and was still immersed in the scene of his domineering president and could not extricate himself.

"Until I took Sister Qingyou's cell phone to dial your voice call, the corner of my mouth finally pulled with a smile, and said to you in a low voice, " Little Fairy, finally willing to answer my call?"

"..." The coach was silent for a moment, then said again with a blank expression, "Idiot."

The boy on the other end of the phone immediately raised his tone, turned his head and complained to someone: "Sister Qingyou, look at Brother Xing, he called me a fool."

Then, a soft and soft girl's voice came from the speaker: "Uh, this..."

The girl said "uh" with some distress, as if she didn't know how to answer.

Another slightly heavier boy's voice penetrated in: "What are you complaining? Brother Xing is right, are you just idiot? Xu Xu, look up first and see if everyone around you are watching you? I think if you continue to perform, we will die in society."

"Hey! Dongzi! How do you say it? I can't beat Brother Xing, I can't beat you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another chaotic sound of chaos on the phone, and there was also the sound of bench seats falling to the ground, clanging, as if two people were fighting.

After about half a minute, the initiative of the phone finally returned to the girl's hands.

The girl's voice was soft and she called him with a tweet tone: "Jingxing?"

This sweet sound like a cotton candy was heard, and the handsome man's eyes suddenly softened his cold eyebrows and eyes.

He bent down and picked up the phone on the round table, turned off the hands-free, then curled the corner of his lips and lowered his eyes and responded: "Little glutinous rice ball."

After turning off the hands-free, He Yin could not hear the movement on the other end of his phone, and could only see the gentle look of the handsome man's pussy.
Chapter completed!