The Shadow King’s trumpet was ripped off.
Not only did he put me on the list with his trumpet, but he also scolded me with my pink passion.
When public opinion was hotter, he cut the big one.
“What’s the problem? I’m sorry.
One.
As a new star rising up in the entertainment world, I have a big powder, very active.
He’s the head of my fan support club, always at the front line.
He can always do better than other fans.
Make the whole line of data and never let me fall down.
Not only that, but he likes tan.
As long as someone blacks me in the comment section he can see, he’ll go crazy and scold the powder.
He’ll come to help out when the fans meet the black powder.
I am moved by that.
So it’s been suggested many times that the fans meet with him in private.
But he always had a variety of reasons to get out.
It’s either corporate business or a temporary fire.
Anyway, it’s not rare for me.
I was wondering if he was my real love powder.
Why else wouldn’t you want to meet your idol?
I didn’t feel a thunderbolt until I saw the hot search today.
# The monsoon #
# The monsoon wind is #
# Today you collapsed #
I don’t know.
I’m shaking in and I’m looking hot.
There are several long maps.
It compares in detail the IP address of monsoon Wye and my big pink.
Almost every change is synchronized.
The most direct evidence is a live screenshot of the monsoon.
There’s an iPad in the top left corner with a screen on the top of the page showing the big powder.
The head looks clear.
D.I.D. can also secretly see a watermelon.
All sorts of small-scale comparisons can hardly be found.
Are you kidding me?
The monsoon wind is sweet watermelon?
My head is buzzing.
Remembering once, he asked me about the monsoon experience of cooperation.
Out of confidence in this fan, I’ve had a lot of trouble with him.
“Don’t look at him on TV, but there’s only two words left. I’m sorry.
“When he’s shooting, he’s like a work machine and he’s got a long face. I’m sorry.
“Don’t tell the others, I think he’s a little sad when he doesn’t film.”
I don’t know.
Help.
Two.
The hot search was top of the list, and public opinion quickly fermented.
A lot of people say they collapsed.
I didn’t think their brother was so passionately chasing another actress.
But most fans chose to keep their mouths shut.
There’s no way to admit that monsoons are sweet watermelons.
There were fans pulling out a video of our joint interview.
I looked away from him and he sneered at me.
Eye contact, no spark.
Together, the chorus shows a little bit of a couple, called the least CP-senseen couple.
There’s also a rumor that when we’re in the same box, there’s a feeling of divorce.
In this state of affairs, you can’t sneak in and make big powder.
I looked at the reviews and laughed.
They don’t know, they see, we just let them see.
Because…
I’m actually a big fan of the season.
But I’m more cautious than he is.
I’m not gonna log my size back and forth.
It’s not easy to expose the login to people.
As soon as it came out, I posted a trumpet night after night.
Destroy all records.
No one must be found.
Or I’ll be ashamed.
When I got the call from the broker, I just deleted the little landing.
Zhong’s laughing at the phone.
“I didn’t think the face of a dead man had that face, Ha ha ha ha ha…”
I’m just saying, “Well, well, I’m just saying, you know, I’m just saying,
Zhong smiled for a second and said, “His agent has contacted me, and this time he’s going to need you to help me with a photo. I’m sorry.
I even promised.
3
The top man’s looking for a mid-season assistant.
Make him look like my super-invincible love powder.
That’s how every time the IP changes in real time, and the screenshot of the monsoons.
The monsoon has a $1 million confidentiality fee.
I whispered him down.
Zhou Wye and his assistant went to the backstage of my old fan meeting.
All I have to do is take a fake picture of his assistant.
The monsoon was filled with wind, in a small car, wearing a hat and blocking half the face.
The phone screen is on. It looks like it’s baking.
I came to him on purpose.
“Sweet watermelon, hello.”
The monsoon is so bad that it can only look up and look me in the eye.
I just noticed he’s looking at the hot search today.
His agent hated iron and steel and punched him.
“How come you’re so careless? I’m sorry.
The monsoon doesn’t speak.
I’m in a good mood.
After the photo was taken, Moyen-Wyeong whispered a “clarification” or something next to his mobile phone.
I didn’t talk to him.
It was meant to be clarified.
As a result, a few minutes later, my cell phone came up with a hint: “The monsoon” that I’m looking at, and it’s getting better.
“Men Wye Fung: Is there a problem with putting my wife on the list? I’m sorry.
I’m shocked.
Point in while the tweets are deleted.
I was staring at the monsoon.
He’s got a tight mouth and a serious look.
“The wrong number…”
Both brokers realized something was wrong.
The number of monsoons is huge.
Even if the seconds were deleted, the images were quickly intercepted and sent.
Rapid dissemination.
I saw three words in each other’s eyes.
It’s over.
4
Weibo’s paralyzed.
# After the monsoon # followed by a big bang.
The second-debated microblogging is clearly in front.
It’s a sad story.
“I disagree with this marriage!” I’m sorry.
“Divorcing sense of CP getting married? I’m sorry.
“In the monsoon, if you’re threatened, blink. I’m sorry.
“Little watermelon, say something! I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
And the culprit of all this is sitting across from me, looking down at the commentary.
I was staring at him.
In fact, the reason why fans don’t buy is that only a very small percentage of them say they don’t fit, or they don’t like it.
Most of them think that we look very bad.
So his fans turned away from me and my fans turned away from him.
The two brokers are in a hurry to go around.
“It’s too bad to be in the business after a while.” I’m sorry.
Zhong Zhong followed her: “Hishi also has a show to record. I’m sorry.
The two were face-to-face for half a minute.
“This is it…”
“Take the opportunity to fire a CP. I’m sorry.
The two brokers quickly reached an agreement.
Just leave me stupid.
“What? I’m sorry.
Zhong held my hand and said, “Hitch, fire the CP for you is more good than bad. I’m sorry.
I’m: Willing on my face. Jpg.
There’s nothing more to say in the monsoons.
“Sister, I will die for the company’s sake. I’m sorry.
After that, I looked at it with interest.
So I don’t agree, and I don’t understand.
I hate it.
Zhong comforts me: “Boo, this will help your cause. I’m sorry.
I smile.
Actually, I don’t want to have sex with CP.
I’m afraid I’m gonna get fired.
What if someone comes out with a nickname?
For so long, I have tried so hard to avoid him.
But only I know.
Actually, I really like him.
5
The monsoons are on schedule.
And I, I’m in charge of the tour of the studio.
You have to disguise yourself and let paparazzi find me.
It’s a technical job.
I was wearing big sunglasses and masks and grinding at the back door of the show for a while.
I checked with the dog in the corner, so I went in.
By the time I got there, monsoons were playing with women.
Master Zhao is a very angry actress.
When I got in, she said she came for the monsoon.
I’m funny.
It was just a shift. She was like something.
It’s a very common scene, where the woman and the man accidentally kiss.
Zhao Shiko died in the monsoon.
The monsoons just stopped.
“I said I’d borrow the kiss. What are you doing? I’m sorry.
He looks a little angry.
Zhao is innocent.
“It’s true that a real relative can do better.” I’m sorry.
“This is the third time, but not the third.” I’m sorry.
The director’s fear of sinners can only be reconciled.
Zhao Xue’s mouth was down in a play.
The monsoons also found me at this time.
He didn’t take Zhao’s hand in his cuffs.
“It’s very professional.” I’m sorry.
I laughed at him: “You’re not very professional. I’m sorry.
A little kiss, please.
The monsoon is not angry, just laughing.
By the way, help me clean up Liu Hai.
“Sniffing your girlfriend. No drink? Not professional enough. I’m sorry.
I worked with him and held his hand over his face.
# Squeeze one, laugh #
“Sweet watermelon, what do you want next time? I’m sorry.
I choked on the monsoon.
The director came with the monsoon and interrupted our little move.
“Oh, smell Hi, are you visiting? I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
The director looked at me and said with some regret:
“I delivered the book to your company, who wanted to be cut off…”
I didn’t say anything.
I didn’t even have the play.
Because of the monsoons, the scripts that weren’t so bright turned into fragrance.
I can’t beat a rich and powerful actress.
The monsoon hears about it, and it’s rare to look a little heavy.
The director saw me be quiet, and he started talking.
“Yeah, we’ve got a friend’s character. Will you help me? I’m sorry.
I looked, “What? I’m sorry.
Six.
The director wanted me to play the first love of the man.
It was a role that had hurt the man so badly many years ago.
It’s good to think about it.
So I said hi to Zhong, and it was a pleasure.
Because it’s a friendship, we can get in later.
I lay on my bed and looked at the new hot search.
I’m sure paparazzi can’t be underestimated.
# Ginger #
This term is firmly in the top of the entertainment list.
Because of our fake moves, we finally got fans on the CP.
“The monsoons also help her clean her hair!” Who doesn’t love small details!”
“King Zai is also touching the face of the monsoon. He smiles so much. I’m sorry.
“It was divorce CP, it’s marriage CP now, thank you. I’m sorry.
This wave, I’m happy.
Turning over, I didn’t automatically open the chat box with the sweet, sweet watermelon.
Our conversation was held last time I invited him to meet me backstage.
He said, “I have to go back and deal with the gas somehow. I’m sorry.
He said, “Let’s call you again next time. Crying.jpg.”
I said, “It’s okay, be careful. I’m sorry.
He said, “Go for it.
It’s funny how these records look after his disguise.
I was in a bad mood.
Lighted the input box, “Little watermelon, are you asleep?”
Didn’t expect a little watermelon back.
“What? I’m sorry.
It’s funny to think he’s so angry on the screen.
I just got his cut-off.
It’s where I spat on the monsoon.
The little watermelon threatened to say, “Smoke your fellow man and watch me blow you up.” I’m sorry.
I’m frustrated.
“You’re not my sweet little watermelon? I’m sorry.
He says, “…”
“Anger.jpg.”
“KANG Zhengxi, wait!”
7
The day I joined the team, I brought the whole team a drink, as the monsoon reminded me.
But by the end of the season, Starbucks was gone.
I gave him a glass with a smile in his doubt.
“It’s my hand. I’m sorry.
The adjoining staff members are looking at each other with envy.
“So sweet…”
The face of the monsoon was lost for a moment.
Then he took over and opened the cup and smelled it.
Don’t look pale.
The deputy director came by curiously: “What’s the good news that Hitchhi brought you? I’m sorry.
I explained, “It’s my grubby juice.”
And when he had completed his speech, he carried with him the arm of the wind of the season, so that his heart suffered.
“I was afraid of the heat of the weather, and I caused him to send down fire.” I’m sorry.
I can’t believe the monsoon looks at me, and there are many colors on my face.
Solo has no joy.
The deputy director wondered, “Well, isn’t the wind not a bitter melon? I’m sorry.
I smiled and reached out with my hand on the back of the wind of the season: “With the wind, do you like it?” I’m sorry.
He’s got a stiff, hateful look at me.
I tried to squeeze two words out of my teeth:
“Love eat…”
And then he took a big sip, almost yu.
The deputy director was surprised.
“Look, I say young people don’t pick food.” I’m sorry.
He was impressed with me: “The power of love. I’m sorry.
I’m just laughing.
That night, it was spread again in small places.
# The monsoon #
Love really changes taste.
“At the end of the season, a little bit of it was so tight, this was so big…”
“Is this bitter juice? This is a strong love! I’m sorry.
“It’s very touching. Now, give my boyfriend the juice. I’m sorry.
It’s kind of funny to have some paste.
I’m a professional actor. I don’t usually laugh.
Unless you can’t hold it.
8
I don’t have much to do because I’m a friend.
Even though the role is a slag, it’s a pleasure to have the monsoon.
The last play is a farewell to the monsoon.
There was a kiss.
I don’t care.
Because it’s all a loan, and it’s not too hard for me.
I just need to play a mean woman with no face.
The director tinkled: “Seize Hee, you’ll stand in this position for a while, and then lean your head over this side, or you’ll wear a gang…”
I nod my head and I took it seriously.
Turns out when it’s on, it’s a kiss in my face.
Real kiss!
What a kiss!
And he slit my lips gently, and the breath of clarity spread in my mouth.
I’m blinded.
The director is blinded.
What about the kiss?
I was still breathing when the monsoon winds opened me up.
Who let him just shut my mouth and not breathe.
“No, no, no.” I thought we agreed to borrow!
The monsoons lick the bottom lip.
“Who told you? I’m sorry.
“You don’t even kiss me? I’m sorry.
He was so right and so natural.
I can’t find him, I just keep staring.
The director clapping hands: “Fine!” That’s a good mood! This one’s over! I’m sorry.
I’m leaving silently.
I was just trying to send a message to the little watermelon about his evil deeds, and suddenly it was a move.
I’m not exposed.
Then I’ll make fun of him with a trumpet, okay?
I feel totally OK.
Word on.
Leave the crew and come home and I’m on the trumpet.
I waited for over an hour to avoid a suspicious moment.
“Brother, are you there?”
“I’ve been looking for you so much lately I’d like to see your real face. I’m sorry.
“Why is my brother so handsome I want to wash your abs. I’m sorry.
“Ooh, look at me, I really like you. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I was afraid that the monsoons would not be opened and dozens of them would try to draw his attention.
Because I’m an active powder, he should know me.
I did get a response at night.
He was very official: “Thank you for your support. I’m sorry.
I was busy taking the chance to go back for a second: “Did you make a movie recently?” Feels like you’re too busy to search. I’m sorry.
He waited a long time to say, “No, thank you for your support. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Don’t be so polite!
I thought about it, and I said, “I saw your relationship with Kang Shee. Are you really?” I’m sorry.
He waited a while.
“Thank you for your support. I’m sorry.
#…!
He’s responding, right?
I didn’t want to let him talk too much, and I just blacked myself out: “Big brother, I don’t think Kang-hye is good enough for you. I’m sorry.
And he came back once in a second.
The attitude is a little serious.
“Don’t say that. I’m sorry.
“She’ll be unhappy. I’m sorry.
I typed my hand to stop at once.
He went on to say, “If you can, please tell the other fans. I’m sorry.
“Stop talking about her. She’s really good. I’m sorry.
9
I didn’t sleep all night.
Oh, my God.
I was looking for a little braid. Who knew about him?
It’s a foul! A foul!
CP, how did he sneak up on me?
I had a heart beating all night long.
I’m glad I’ve been killed.
I touched my cheek.
And a little hot.
It’s on Zhong’s phone.
“Hitch, for now, we’re doing very well. I’m sorry.
“So what do you think we’re planning to do for you? I’m sorry.
I jumped out of bed.
Love Man?
You’re in love with the monsoon?
No way!
Zhong is still saying, “This is a piece of art made by our old partners, of guaranteed quality and exposure…”
“You see, there’s nothing wrong, so you’re ready to sign. I’m sorry.
I’m dizzy.
It’s not something I can refuse.
But…
Thinking of the scenes of the heart beating in love…
It’s so exciting.
I finally woke up when I saw the script.
Kang Zhengxi! What are you thinking?
You don’t think that this whole thing will let you sleep in a bed with the monsoon wind?
That’s naive!
Because the monsoon show isn’t finished with the recording, it starts late.
It’s been waiting for the party.
The director sent me an invitation.
I hesitated.
Zhong gave me her permission.
“Killing is another opportunity for exposure, and it’s good to make a big deal out of it. I’m sorry.
I’m down in my mind.
It’s been a long time since I killed him.
Zhong kept pushing me, but I didn’t like it.
After talking to him with a trumpet, I dream about it all the time.
Dream of him kissing me.
I can’t see him.
It’s time to open again.
I hesitated to get on the trumpet and send a message to Moi Huai.
“Big brother, happy to kill Qing.”
He replied: “Thank you for your support. I’m sorry.
I love you so much! I’m sorry.
And he said, “Thank you for your support. I’m sorry.
In order to get myself to face the monsoon tomorrow.
I’m starting to say crazy things across the screen.
“You’re the best in me. Don’t care what people say! I’m sorry.
“Your new play is gonna blow! I’m sorry.
“I’ll give you my best shot! Never climb a wall!”
I don’t know.
And an output, and I found myself again without fear.
The monsoon could have been frightened by my overzealousness and never responded.
I’m gonna turn off the phone and get ready for a new day.
10
A lot of people went to the party, and the starring was sitting in the middle of the box.
As a friend, I’m embarrassed to sit inside.
Cho doesn’t like me when he’s in the movie, let alone show me face.
“Hey, isn’t this the star box?” Why are you here? I’m sorry.
I’m a bit embarrassed to stand at the door and wonder what to do.
At a time when the atmosphere was a little hotter, a low-intensity voice suddenly sounded behind me.
“This is the play’s family. Problem? I’m sorry.
I turned right.
The monsoon has held my hand steady and brought me inside the box.
“It’s the director himself. I’m sorry.
Zhao Xueko is in such a state that he can’t face it.
She was standing there and she had a white face.
“Yo, fire the CP so seriously?
I swallowed my saliva in silence.
The monsoon is not pleasant.
Just hold our hands together.
“Who said you were fired CP?”
Zhao Shekko the whole person is a stiff.
Me too.
When did the monsoon and I close our fingers?
And when isn’t CP fired?
A few other actors were too strong to laugh.
“Hey, it’s shown to Ha ha ha ha…”
“Digose, I’m talking dog food…”
Zhao Xueco is angry and disgruntled.
It’s the monsoon wind that’s holding me down.
During the meal, I was outraged.
I have to say, the monsoon is really a shadow.
I’m almost fooled by him when I peel my head off.
He looked serious and focused, and a shrimp was stripped clean and clean.
And he threw it to my mouth.
I didn’t even know I was eating.
When he reached out his fingertips and gently touched my lips, I did not take the lead in the red face.
Eleven.
After her period, I joined the team.
But on the first day of the resort, I was stupid.
The grouping of the first issue was based on a web-driven vote.
Me and the monsoon windy CP have been very effective, winning the most promising couple on the list.
But why sleep in a house?
It’s not on the desk!
I stood in front of the cabin door, and my mouth twitched.
The monsoons are familiar, and the suitcase is towed in.
“Come in and clean up.” I’m sorry.
And when I was drowsing, the monsoon looked at the corner.
There’s a camera.
I know, he’s reminding me of the camera.
So I had to pull the case in.
Good thing it’s a room, but there’s two beds.
And the one by the window, which was given by the monsoon by the wind: “Sleep in it if you have little guts.” I’m sorry.
I said, “What?”
How does he know I’m a coward?
You know what to say, damn it.
After a simple clean-up, the director greets us in the yard.
Four pairs of guests, five actors, three singers.
I’ve worked with them, not too strange.
After my introduction, a staff member came up with a tray.
Distinguished guests.
The director laughed at us.
“Each group of guests randomly draws a card to determine where you first meet. I’m sorry.
“What are the places?” I’m sorry.
The director explained, “The most luxurious date is the candlelight dinner table of the sea view, the worst… I’m sorry.
I heard the hesitation in his words and I had a bad feeling.
Quickly look at the monsoon with the help.
“Shall you smoke it? I’ve always had bad luck. I’m sorry.
The monsoon looked at me.
“Be sure of yourself, you do it. I’m sorry.
“It’s all right, it’s your job to draw good, it’s my fault to draw bad. I’m sorry.
In the eyes he encouraged, I bit my teeth.
Draw a little card.
Hand it to him.
The monsoon looked at the wind and the lips bent.
I thought it was good.
Look.
Mosquito grass mats. I’m sorry.
The director laughed and explained, “It’s just a little weed house that doesn’t anti-smoking.
I’m stupid.
12
What does it feel like to be stuck on a grass mat with the monsoon wind?
It’s like, trying to strangulate yourself.
Four cards!
How did you get that?
The monsoon is not pleasant.
It was quite natural to take a big pie from the table and eat it.
I tried to hold myself tight and try to stop the mosquito.
Staff members came in with mission cards.
“Hello, guests! Because you’re in the worst room, you can upgrade your date by completing your assignment. I’m sorry.
I cried, “Do you have any flowers? I’m sorry.
The staff laughed: “If you do your job, you can unlock it.” I’m sorry.
When I hit my thigh, “Four!” I’m gonna finish this right now! I’m sorry.
First mission, boosting partner motivation.
Me and the monsoons each carry the instruments for cardiac monitoring.
In five minutes, both of them had a heartbeat of 120, which is complete.
I’m in trouble.
“How are you 60?” So slow?”
He looked at me, and he floated:
“You can get me up. I’m sorry.
I hold my chin and I start thinking.
When the gods gather, the neck is suddenly itchy.
I used to think it was mosquitoes.
Turning around, you’re looking at an amplified face.
He gently rubbed my ear.
Then reach out to my cheek and drop a kiss.
I was in a stiff moment, and the equipment behind me began to scream.
Reminds me of my heart’s beating at 120.
Oh shit.
It’ll be over in a minute.
I look at you with the wind and smile.
I’m blushing and I’m a little upset.
And learn to kiss him.
As a result, his heart rate was just 80%.
I couldn’t help but find him, “Are you going to be an athlete?” Your heart beat so slow?”
He laughed: “Yes, you are.” I’m sorry.
I’m:
You’re so good in your mouth.
Heart rate is so slow.
No, wait…
Body?
I could not help but swallow it.
When you look at the season, your eyes change.
I reached out and touched his abs.
His heart beat to 90.
The monsoon holds my wrist and my voice is dumb: “You…”
I’ll just quietly lift his T-shirt up a corner and stretch it in.
His pupils zoom in.
The instruments are starting to ring.
The staff members looked at us in a vague manner.
“Congratulations, you can upgrade the date. I’m sorry.
I’ve been fetching bouquets, looking like a treasure.
The season was covered in the wind, and she was sad.
13
After the first day of the scenery, I was so tired.
It’s like a daughter-in-law who has suffered.
“You attacked me. I’m sorry.
I went back to him: “I learned from you.” I’m sorry.
He doesn’t like it.
The slipper’s in the shower.
I didn’t get dressed when I came out.
I looked up.
Water dripped on his muscle lined abs.
He wipes his hair with carelessness.
I took a few big steps back: “What are you doing?” I’m sorry.
He’s innocent: “It’s like that anyway. It’s okay. I’m sorry.
I’m:
The camera’s still there.
Why is he so naked?
It’s not that big a movie!
When we were staring at each other, the staff came to knock.
Hand in a mission card outside the house.
It says “confident night.”
The supply of hot water will continue only after the completion of the confessional mission.
The monsoon has been washed first, he doesn’t care.
But I haven’t washed yet!
The task is simple.
It’s to show each other their own little trust friends.
But the monsoons won’t survive.
I’m in a hurry: “The monsoon brings the wind, I want to bathe!” I’m sorry.
“I didn’t stop you.” I’m sorry.
I wonder, “Who is your roof? Why can’t you look?”
“I will not say.” I’m sorry.
I pointed to the camera, “This is for recording. Don’t search the Sea King by then!” I’m sorry.
I grabbed his phone while watching the camera.
Face unlocked, easy and fast.
I’m really curious about his top.
But when I saw it, I was caught in a brief trance.
The roof of the season is me.
It’s me.
Is that me?
I’m freaking out.
Is he really my love?
You’re putting me on top?
♪ The wind of the season lays on the bed with his face covered in his mouth ♪
“Don’t look, don’t look…”
I didn’t talk to him.
I’m more curious than this.
The note he gave me was VIP.
What the hell was that?
I didn’t charge him.
I wonder, “What is the VIP?” I’m sorry.
He sits up and takes his phone back.
“Vip is what you mean by being rich. I’m sorry.
I’m staring.
I’m poor!
I’m sorry.
“Where’s yours?”
I’m so busy pulling out my phone.
Hey, I’m not panicking. I don’t have a roof.
And all the notes except for the family are full names.
I said, “I don’t chase stars. There’s nothing in the tweets. I’m sorry.
And the lips were dazzled in the season with a little murmur.
Watch my phone unlock with me.
And yet, at the next light of my wind, I was shocked.
My trumpet forgot to quit!
Unlocking is the chat between Little and Moo Huai-Wi!
My eyes were fast, my phone screen went out.
But I can see it, and the monsoons can see it.
He looked at me with all his obstinate faces.
“You…”
“You’re a hard-working bee? I’m sorry.
14
I’m dead.
It’s a dead end.
It’s amazing.
One second I was laughing.
I’ll dig my own grave the next second.
The monsoon will not rest, and he will follow me: “Well, show me!” I’m sorry.
I hold my cell phone firmly: “No! No, no, no!
He didn’t take it by force, but there’s just a little uncertainty about the saying, “Bumblebee?
I shake my head like a wave.
“No, no, no, no, not me. I’m sorry.
The monsoon looked me in the eye.
It’s easy to pull out your cell phone.
A couple of messages to my trumpet.
He sends one, and my cell phone shakes.
One blow, one shock.
The season is full of wind and smiles.
“Bumblebee, you lost your horse. I’m sorry.
I’m:
I’m not without you.
I’ve never been so repulsive about the game of a ensemble.
Fortunately, this part didn’t follow the DV.
Or I’ll die in front of a national audience.
The monsoon wind turned me and his wheat off, covered the camera, and seemed extremely happy.
He even hums the song.
He leaned freely on the sofa, and his long fingers crossed the screen.
When I was sitting on a needle, he said:
“Why is my brother so handsome I want to wash your abs. I’m sorry.
“Your abdominal abs cured my slant for years and I looked straight. I’m sorry.
“I want to use the English I’ve learned all my life, I love you. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
He had a very sexy voice that read my crazy literature, which was so… unusual.
I just hate to get a sew on the spot.
I held his mouth in pain.
“Don’t read it. I’m sorry.
“What do you call me?” I’m sorry.
I’ve been thinking about it, and I’ve come up with a “The Shadow Lord…”
The monsoon wind looks like I’m out of the blue.
I covered my face with shame.
The monsoons and the irons and the steels cut my nose.
“What’s your name?”
I looked at his cell phone screen in front of my eyes, and I looked at it, and I said, “Big brother.” I’m sorry.
The monsoon is covered in the wind.
“Well, call again. I’m sorry.
I hate to give him a big fight.
But looking at the conversations in front of him, he’s holding his hand.
Brother…
15
The monsoon was mocked for a long time, and now it’s a hard time to exhale.
He exults to open my home page, and recites to him, in full exposition, what We have given him.
I stopped, but I had to bite.
He also took out his cell phone, learned how he looked, started reading.
Then hurt each other. Who’s afraid?
The monsoon is not right.
“Well, well, let’s not get involved, let’s not get involved. I’m sorry.
I looked at him and said, “You started it first. I’m sorry.
He scratched his head: “I was wrong. I’m sorry.
I hold my arms in anger.
And the monsoon looked upon me, and suddenly he drew near.
His face was so close to me.
So close I can see his delicate eyelashes, and his skin without a fur.
I started stammering.
“What are you doing?”
He didn’t do anything else. He looked me in the eye.
Half a day says, “Look at my little fan. How cute. I’m sorry.
He’s serious. There’s no joke or flirtation.
My face was suddenly red.
Bury your head deep.
“What are you talking about?”
Sneaking in the monsoon, with both hands in my face, forced me to look at him.
I’m on his eyes.
It’s full of my shadow.
His voice is low and sexy, and he’s wearing a charade.
“Don’t you want to see your little fan? I’m sorry.
I watched his throat roll.
Nor did he consciously swallow the water.
“You…”
The monsoon held my hand and interrupted me:
“Do you like me? I’m sorry.
He asked so sincerely.
But I didn’t dare to answer him by avoiding his eyes.
Remembering back many years ago.
I was a student, red-faced, and sent my first love letter in my life.
But I didn’t wait for his answer.
I saw my love letter in the trash can.
Turning back to the monsoon, he was still high and light.
Like nothing ever happened.
My secret love seems to have died at that moment.
Then he became a big star and I went into the military entertainment.
I thought we were going to cross-reference it, but I still didn’t control myself when I saw his comments.
You’re welcome to go back.
I like him for me, he doesn’t like me, he’s his freedom.
That night, I changed the little ID to a fan of the monsoon.
Make him a data poster and support him in silence.
I think he’s always important to me.
It’s just, I can’t let anyone know anymore.
Back to reality.
Facing the monsoons of hot eyes.
I gently shook my head.
“Don’t like it. I’m sorry.
16
The monsoon lashes trembled.
“You’re lying. I’m sorry.
I looked at him in peace: “I did not.” I’m sorry.
He didn’t talk, he just kept staring at my face.
It’s like trying to find even a little loose emotion.
But no.
I’ve had it all these years.
The monsoon suddenly smiled.
“It’s a shame that you won’t have it after this year’s film.” I’m sorry.
I said, “Why don’t you ask the judges? I’m sorry.
He asked again.
“KANG Zhengxi, can you tell the truth?”
I closed my eyes: “This is the truth.” I’m sorry.
He smiled.
It took a long time for the silence to break down and say:
I said, “Do I like you?”
I’m slowly looking.
Some can’t believe their ears.
The monsoons see the shock in my eyes and hold my head.
“I said, but I like you, I like you very much. I’m sorry.
I opened my mouth and wanted to talk.
I can’t make a sound.
The monsoon has covered his head.
I moved slowly to pull his hand.
“But you rejected me. I’m sorry.
He looked up and he had a little doubt:
“What? I’m sorry.
I got the courage.
“I gave you a love letter, you threw it away…”
His eyes are thicker.
“Love letters? When?”
I’m a little sad.
He doesn’t even remember saying no to me.
I tried to help him remember, “Maybe, when you were a sophomore?” I’m sorry.
He looked up his head like he was trying to remember something.
Half a day is not sure about the tunnel:
“Is that the pink envelope? I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
He’s slightly changed.
“At the time I didn’t look, Shaw said the girl next door was stuck and threw it away for me.”
I’m freezing.
Shaw was at the same table as the monsoon, after me, but I refused.
Moreover, I did not hand over the envelope directly to the monsoon.
That makes sense.
And the monsoon frowns: if thou hadst sent it, I would not have let him throw it away. I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, he went straight to the five officials, wrinkled out his cell phone.
“No, I’ll ask him why. I’m sorry.
I saw him face-to-face, holding his hand.
“Bye. I’m sorry.
He couldn’t help looking at me.
And I explained, “Well, I didn’t agree with Shaw when he confessed to me. I’m sorry.
The monsoon is so windy.
But soon he got angry again.
“No, how can he be destroyed without it?” I’m sorry.
“I wanted to talk to you about graduation, and he told me you had someone to talk to, so I gave up. I’m sorry.
I laughed, “Who made you believe him so easily?” I’m sorry.
The season is full of wind.
“But when I was a fan of yours, you didn’t know what I meant? I’m sorry.
Then I realized that I was retarded.
“But you’re cold at work…”
He’s even worse.
“It’s because you don’t like me that I don’t dare to come up…”
I was laughing at his face.
17
And when we talked about it, we started a public-interest relationship.
The love record is the most fun.
The various tasks that the team has worked so hard to design have added a lot of fun to our relationship.
What mouth-to-mouth to snacks, a drink…
When other, less intimate guests are shy, the monsoon winds are squealing, the task is easy, more difficult, more.
I couldn’t stop him, and there was some joy in it, so I let him be arrogant.
The director doesn’t know what to say. He spends his days eating and eating.
On the last night of the recording, the team brought a plate of fruit and a blindfold.
“If the male guest can successfully guess all the fruits, he can make a wish to the female guest. I’m sorry.
“If you don’t guess, you make a wish to the man.” I’m sorry.
I’m squirting my hands. I’m gonna take it.
I was provoked by the monsoon when I was wearing a blindfold.
“I don’t like bitter melons because I feel good. I’m sorry.
I looked at him.
“You just want to beat me? I’m sorry.
He smiles.
“To win one of your wishes. I’m sorry.
I climbed over there, and I tightened his blindfold and covered his nose.
Results
Exactly what he said.
He has a good taste!
Just one bite will know what it is!
Strawberry. I’m sorry.
Apple. I’m sorry.
“The grapefruit. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“Drennie. I’m sorry.
The team is about to guess the fruit, and the monsoon has not made a mistake.
I couldn’t breathe. I ate a little grape and got up and kissed his lips.
Then he asked, “What is this?” I’m sorry.
The monsoon wind had been very smooth and the fruit-charging process had suddenly stopped.
He slit his lips and tasted them.
Half a day says, “This can’t be guessed. Again.” I’m sorry.
I kissed him again.
And he murmured, “I don’t know. Do it again. I’m sorry.
I honestly didn’t realize anything was wrong.
Until he grabbed my back and kissed me.
I threw out my fork.
In a room full of cameras, it’s 18 spot kisses!
But when the show was aired, it was coded.
The screen was wailing and asked the team to be a person and put it in an uncoded version.
I’d actually like to say that the group chooses to be a person to be a numberer.
According to the circumstances of the day, if it’s an uncoded version…
Maybe it’s not on.
18
Later, in an interview with Omni Huai-Wi, he was asked about the most fortunate thing this year.
I thought about it.
“By the luck of Zhong Zhong, I’m in love. I’m sorry.
He gave the same answer when the microphone pointed to the monsoon.
Because of this show, Me and Moyen Huai-Fung have a chance to understand the misunderstanding.
And because of this show, there are more and more fans of both of us.
Of course, this isn’t a divorce sense CP anymore.
It’s marriage.
For this reason, the journalist also asked, “How did you move from divorce to marriage?” I’m sorry.
I’m in the middle of the season.
The journalist realized that there was a ambiguity: “Sorry, I didn’t mean that…”
The monsoon just smiles.
“All right. I’m sorry.
“Because divorce is our protection, marriage is our most real heart. I’m sorry.
It’s under the stage.
“Why didn’t you make a decision? Can you explain that to us? I’m sorry.
I pass my eyes to the monsoon.
He had to come to the microphone very proactively:
“The second to delete the tweet I did it on purpose. I’m sorry.
“As for the rest, it’s not too much to say here. I’m sorry.
There’s a lot of noise under the stage.
In the eyes of a crowd of disappointments, I looked up.
With me, there are two agents under my desk.
He did it on purpose!
I mean, it was the wrong number!
I kept a secret from him and went home to settle the score.
The season was windy and smiled at me.
At the point where fans asked questions, he was asked a small detail.
“Recommend Hitch, Vip, is it really just because of the money? I’m sorry.
I was curious to see him too.
I’ve ignored this before, never asked.
He said I didn’t believe it because I had money.
“Of course it’s not that simple.” I’m sorry.
He looked at me with some satisfaction.
“She’s very important person, very important person. I’m sorry.
My old face is red.
Squeeze his hand.
“You are also my VIP.” I’m sorry.
Under the lens, the ears of the monsoon are red as monkeys’ asses.
19
After the announcement, I spent less time with the monsoon.
Because there’s no CP fired on the schedule for this one anymore.
We’ve got work to do, we’ve got a lot less time in the box.
So every time he met, he wanted to break it into two minutes.
The door was always closed, and I was taken to Severin.
And then we went on a hot search…
# The season is full of wind #
# The season is full of wind #
# I’ve heard of it #
The microblogging has begun to circulate a variety of animations.
There’s no point, there’s a high score.
It’s been a long time, and we’re all lost.
He was yelling to see something more exciting, and he started a new marriage.
I was shy at the beginning, and I had to say something.
Then I saw it.
I’ve been in this group for months and getting married has been a drag.
Until the fourth year of being driven by fans, Me and Tsim Huai Fung finally took over.
On that day of the ceremony, I was given a large table of fish meat.
Says to celebrate.
I’m just exaggerating him.
I didn’t want to eat long enough, and I started throwing up.
A violent vomit.
The monsoons are stifling.
“Honey, is my hand so bad? Is it so hard to swallow? I’m sorry.
I covered my mouth, waved my hand at him, and…
Again.
The monsoon was sorely injured.
“Maybe I’m rusty. I’ll go back to cooking.”
I couldn’t read it after he talked about it in Chubaba.
Take the pregnancy rod out of his pocket and hand it to him.
When he saw the two poles, he first blinked and blinked.
Start ecstasy.
Hold me and turn around: “Honey! I’m sorry.
Hey, I wanted to surprise him at night.
It can only be announced in advance.
When I got pregnant, the monsoons were saying that I wanted a daughter.
“Why the daughter?”
‘Cause daughter like you. I’m sorry.
Then, as he wished…
I have a son.
He did not show half his regret.
I asked him, “Do you not like your daughter?” I’m sorry.
And he held his son with his sweet face: “I love it as long as you give birth.” I’m sorry.
That night, we tweeted.
It’s three folded pictures.
Big handbags.
Let’s go for the rest of our lives. Case number: YXX1g06vel9sMJkQ5y8cZ8Zp
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
