Like a person in the painting, he is still independent of the world. Fu Lingshan is the one who meets the standards of ancient costume beauty among the people Su Ke has ever met. Now that Tingting, who is hired to walk onto the stage, suddenly, a shout of pilgrimage sounded in Su Ke's ears.

Even Wang Xiaogang was rolling his hands in a trumpet and shouting Fu Lingshan's name. Others even stood up and wanted to gather around the past. The host appeared at the right time to comfort everyone. Fu Lingshan smiled with a pink face, bowed slightly, and greeted politely: "Thank you everyone!"

The smile on her face suddenly became much brighter. If Su Ke initially thought that the freshness and icy clothes on Fu Lingshan were better than snow, and she was as love-minded as the little dragon girl in the Tomb Sect but dared not get close to her.

When a smile appeared on her face, it quickly turned into a skin that was as snowy as a virgin, she did not eat grains, sucked in the wind and drank "dew", and smiled sweetly, with the corners of her eyebrows, eyes, and cheeks all over her fairy sister.

Su Ke knows what Wang Xiaogang mentioned before

This kind of scene will never happen during class, and not only him, but everyone raised their hands and looked around subconsciously, which was spectacular.

And they all scrambled to shout.

"I!"

"I!"

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Su Ke was infected by this atmosphere, especially when everyone raised his hands, he seemed very conspicuous and slowly raised his arms with embarrassment.

"The fans at the scene were so enthusiastic, but this opportunity was very rare, and there was only one place. In order to ensure fairness in the lottery, we posted numbers under everyone's chairs, and then our Miss Fu Lingshan draws lots with her own hands, okay?"

At the host's instructions, a worker brought a box. At this time, all the fans began to check their chairs. Sure enough, there was a note with the number written on it.

With all the hot eyes, Fu Lingshan reached into the box with a slim hand, stirred it a little, and finally pinched out a folded note. The host immediately ran over and took the note carefully. With her actions, the scene suddenly sounded.

"The number of this lucky guy is ---!"

"The number of this lucky guy is ---!"

Looking at the look of these fans who were about to kill people, the host was tactful and stopped him. He slowly opened the note and then recited the poem in a state of romance, with both voice and emotion: "He is a fan No. 52, who is No. 52, please raise your hand to signal!"

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

Su Ke looked at the note in his hand, which clearly stated No. 52 clearly. Wouldn't he say he was about to go on stage and hug Fu Lingshan?
Chapter completed!