First class VIP seat.

Tang Shui'er took out the hand that had been holding it in her trouser pocket and spread it out.

It was the recording pen that Leng Bai just gave her.

Tang Shui'er frowned and stared at him for two minutes.

Suddenly, my eyebrows relaxed and I smiled. The curve of the corners of my mouth became higher and higher. I squinted my eyes and complained in disgust.

"Lengbai, you are really white."

How could she not know that this is the latest smart recorder from a certain brand.

Just now, she deliberately pretended to be ignorant. In fact, she had a one that was exactly the same style, and she put it in her bag, and she carried it with her, but the color was different.

Leng Bai must have seen her own recording pen before, which was silver, while the one she was holding in her hand was actually pink.

So, did Silly Bai Tian specifically choose such a girlish color for her?

...

Tang Shui'er pinched the recording pen cap with her fingertips, rubbed it gently twice, and then took out the Bluetooth headphones from the recording pen case that the cold white stuffed her at the end.

The connection was successful.

The earphones were stuffed into the ears.

Press the recorder to turn on the key.

In the headphones, the boy's tone sounded after the voice change period, fading away the tenderness of the curtain, and there was a hint of deliberate maturity and silence, and finally raised the ending sound.

It's so slutty!

Tang Shuier tilted her head, held her cheek with one hand, and looked at the blue sky outside the window with a comfortable face.

The transparent plane window glass reflects Tang Shui'er's overly delicate side face.

The eyebrows are as bright as before, and the corners of the eyebrows are full of bright smiles, which only gives people a kind of youthful and sweet girl blessing

“…

I'm still the boy I used to be

No change at all

Time is just a test

Believe in the heart

…”

Tang Shuier has been listening to this song in the recorder for more than a dozen flight hours from City A to Los Angeles, USA.

A dozen hours later, Lengbai received a WeChat message from the other side of the ocean:

[Read after listening: I sang well, but I was still the silly, white and sweet silly boy in the past.]

Then a husky rolled all over the ground and vivid emoticon pack.

Cold white reply:

【…Tang Paofu, please return the recorder to me!!!】

...

The waiting room was out, and the fun was so funny that it was too busy

Except for two big men walking at the back, they all frowned and had the same heavy bitter face.

Tang Hao glanced at the boy next to him with a cool look, and asked a question in a rough voice, just like the cold wind in Siberia.

"Lengbai, what did you give us puffs in the end?"

Cold white eyelids drooped slightly, and he didn't remember until now.

No, it was because he had seen the silver recording pen in Tang Puff's bag before, so he went to the mall to pick the same style and different colors.

What's going on with Tang Paofu? He doesn't forget to despise his IQ when he's about to leave???

"Ah--" Suddenly hearing that he was called, Leng Bai responded subconsciously. As soon as he looked up, he met Guan Gong's face, which was already dark and had a faint explosion in the background of the burnt pan.

"Tang-Uncle Tang." Leng Bai stuttered for a moment, almost biting his tongue, "I didn't hear what you just now."

"I'll ask you, what did you send to Tang Shui'er!"

"Did you see it?"

"Nonsense! I'm not blind again, everyone has seen it!"

“…”
Chapter completed!