The big guy's white moonlight is soft and sweet

Chapter 251 You Are Too Much
The program group announced the results, "Three votes for Li Minhui, two votes for Han Feiyu, one vote for Gong Yier and Guan Xiangjun, zero votes for Shen Ting."

"Congratulations to the villain for failing to save himself."

Han Feiyu was a little annoyed at this time, "I am so simple, how did you guess me?"

Gong Yi'er did not vote for him and did not express her opinion.Guan Xiang is based on intuition, only Shen Ting.

"You talk too much. Besides, you know the direction of the plot. When the words you said came true, I doubted you."

"..."

Han Feiyu smiled, "I thought you would vote for Gong Yier."

Gong Yier wanted to forcibly stand out and show off her intelligence.Shen Ting can understand, but Han Feiyu's behavior is too strange.

And the reason why Shen Ting doubted Li Minhui was really because of that hint, "you are famous at a young age".

There were two famous teenagers present, Gong Yier and Li Minhui. Gong Yier had already been ruled out, so she voted for Li Minhui.

Shen Ting has a strong intuition and acuity.

In fact, the director had selfish intentions to praise Gong Yier, so he arranged the mirror to expose Shen Ting.Shen Ting is too smart, as long as Shen Ting is gone, Gong Yier will definitely win.

Unfortunately, neither of the two villains found Shen Ting's secret room.

After the recording was over, Shen Ting was finally able to lie down in the dormitory.But he received a call about Jiang Ye's successful commutation of sentence.

However, Shen Ting couldn't get in touch with Jiang Ye, and he didn't get in touch for three hours.

He seemed to have abandoned her again.

Shen Ting put on her coat and walked to the balcony. The night breeze was cool, her chin rested on her arm, she looked down at the pool below, and there was moonlight cut by ripples inside.

Exactly the same heartbreak she has now.

Downstairs, by the pool, someone was playing the guitar, and the sound was far away.

Someone was confessing, she looked at the happy men and women outside, and wanted to cry for no reason.She took out her mobile phone to make a call, and the other end quickly connected.

She listened to the sound of the guitar: "Jiangye, why didn't you tell me?"

Jiang Ye lowered his eyes, "I didn't think about not telling you, I was only worried that I would be happy for nothing. It's not that I didn't answer the call, but I didn't see it." When he said this, cold sweat broke out on his palm.

Afraid that Shen Ting would not believe it.

The little girl gave a soft "hmm", and she said again: "Jiang Ye, you showed me other beauties in the world before. I have seen grand parties and the most lively night markets."

"I also met many senior actors and learned a lot. I realized that there is no shortage of good-looking people in the entertainment industry."

He remained silent, tightening his left hand, feeling very sad in his heart.

He was afraid that Shen Ting would not like him anymore.

"But Jiang Ye." She said, "I have seen a lot of the prosperity and beauty of the city, but why do I only see you?"

I miss your sharp eyebrows and your clear side face.

Her tone was slightly choked: "Even if you don't want me, you don't miss me. But I still miss you..."

I miss him like I miss the most gentle hometown.

The boy's cell phone suddenly fell to the ground.

He stood beside Yiwang Mingliang in her pool, with a street lamp above his head, and he whispered: "Listen, look below."

Shen Ting bowed his head.

Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, like two butterflies flapping their wings, looking at the young man downstairs.

The next moment she ran from the dormitory to his place, he reached out and hugged her tightly, his hands trembling slightly.

Shen Ting's original anger and grievance poured out in an instant, she grabbed his shirt tightly with her fingers, whimpering like a kitten: "You just want to throw me away, don't want me anymore."

He put his chin against the top of her hair, and his voice was trembling: "No, listen, I don't want to." He couldn't let her go.

"Then you said a lot of cruel things to me before, you are too much."

The little girl complained.

He hugged her, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, and he was very talkative: "Well, I'm too much."

She sobbed: "You have a bad temper and now you have learned to leave me behind. You are really too much."

"Listen, I was wrong."

She leaned her head against his chest, remembering the day he said he was tired of playing.

With tears in her eyes, the little girl bit his shoulder lightly. She complained, "You still say you don't like me."

He has never been angry in front of her, his heart was bitten by her acting like a baby, and he let her do whatever she wanted.

The boy's voice was hoarse and rang in her ears.

"is love."

It is the love that learns to endure and grows alone first.

　out out out out.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)