Deep love never ends

After saying this, the movement around was much smaller.

At least not so wanton and deliberate in front of me.

But the sequela is that those who originally looked at me did not reduce their sight, but hidden with more edges.

Rao is very clear to me. Once such words are spoken, they will certainly provoke a lot of hatred.

But I know that I really can't do anything that can be pointed to my nose and scolded without returning.

"No, she didn't mean that just now."

The sister who first came to talk with me blushed and explained to me, "I was too rash to inquire about this just now."

The more she explained, the more red her face became.

When talking, the lovely little vortex at the corner of the mouth also moved a bit.

I can see that she really doesn't mean any harm. She's really curious.

My eyes were soft for a few minutes, and I gently hooked the corners of my lips towards her.

If not under such circumstances, such a sweet and lovely girl, if I make friends, I really have no mind of exclusion.

But such a soft state of mind is just facing her.

The girl beside her, who just deliberately stabbed me, was a little angry and said with a sneer, "apologize. It's not about chewing your tongue. You can know these things by asking."

When she spoke, although she didn't look at me, the sharpness of her words was all directed at me.

There are always a few elite in the world.

Even if you just say something unintentionally, it can be infinitely amplified.

"Come on, come on, save being ridiculed here. Don't apologize if you're okay. It's not your fault. It's poisonous."

Then she pulled the sweet sister and walked aside.

In the middle, the sweet sister didn't want to go very much. She looked back at me several times and seemed to want to say something to me, but she was dragged away before she finished talking.

Only the slightly wrinkled face and guilty sight are left.

It seems that the bar spirit is not enough. When I passed by, I paused and my thorns seemed to stand up.

It's like you're ready to fight at any time.

But I just glanced at her. It was neither salty nor light. I only stayed for a while, and then took it back and looked elsewhere.

Not very interested.

For this kind of person, the best choice is to completely ignore and respond, and make her unable to speak.

If you don't quarrel, there will be only endless noise in your ears.

It might as well be cut off with a crisp knife.

I looked down at my cell phone. There was no news or movement, even in front.

When I clicked on the chat box and was ready to send something, there was news ahead.

But the finger just pressed it and sent an expression to Qin Langjun's chat box.

After a few seconds of silence, I put away my cell phone and followed to the front.

The results of the game came out quickly and smoothly.

Not many people succeeded in leaving behind, and the bar elite lost the election.

As soon as this was over, uncle nine was surrounded.

Many people come together to look familiar.

After all, this is a great God level, which has always existed in rumors. If you don't take this opportunity to get close, you don't know when to meet next time.

I took advantage of this opportunity when others swarmed forward.

But I didn't expect to be stopped by reporters.

The reporters invited this time are well-known. Although the questions are not so sharp, the contents of the questions are similar.

"Miss Tang, how do you feel this time?"

"I heard that your former master mentioned you. Compared with our ninth uncle, which is more powerful?"

This question is about Zhu Xin.

No matter which answer, it will provoke the other side.

"Ah, which one?"

I smiled and looked at the journalist.

Deliberately hesitant, I glanced at the stage from the corner of my eye. I didn't see the position of Uncle nine clearly, but saw a lot of people around.

"I don't know. After all, I don't have the honor to let uncle nine guide me, but my master is really powerful."

The arc of my mouth has never fallen.

No matter what the reporters asked, they all pushed back in the same way.

Many words must be lost. Except for a few questions that need to be answered, I just bent my lips and smiled, but I didn't intend to answer them.

There are not many journalists here, but there are definitely not a few. Several journalists have interviewed others, but most of them are on my side.

When they looked at me, they seemed a little eager, as if they wanted to squeeze some value from me.

I felt a little speechless about this eagerness.

How can I get so many explosive points from me? I might as well go to find uncle Jiu at this time.

After all, this is a sudden big man.

"Miss Tang, did you think it was Uncle Jiu when you were a teacher? Did you come here because he was here this time? I heard that you were the only one promoted by the Qin family. Did Qin always support you in chasing stars?"

That's a clever question.

After hearing this, I subconsciously frowned and looked at the reporter.

It's really like an ordinary question.

But if you think about it carefully, the meaning of this is not so right.

Deliberately involve uncle Jiu and say such misunderstood words. Is it really just to find the explosive point?

The rising radian of my mouth did not change, but the temperature in my eyes was a little less. Before I could think of a reason, I heard Xia Qinghe's voice.

"Don't ask that. It's star chasing. Who doesn't chase stars?"

She took my arm and helped me accept these words.

"Everyone here should worship uncle Jiu." I smiled, took my arm out of Xia Qinghe's hand without trace, and said: "so many fans can't just embarrass me."

This topic is worthy of the past.

But these reporters seemed to seize the new opportunity, aimed at Xia Qinghe, and said in a little surprise: "Miss Xia? I heard that you were unwell some time ago, and now you are recovering well."

Sure enough, I asked this question.

The disfigurement of Xia Qinghe's face has been fermented from the beginning to the present.

I don't know whether it is pure fermentation or pushed by the pushing hand behind it.

Xia Qinghe turned his head sideways. When he smiled at me, he didn't smile in his eyes, but when he faced the media, his voice was still soft and slow.

"It's much better. It's just a small misunderstanding. I didn't expect Miss Tang's brother to be induced to take drugs. It's still my fault. I can't persuade it. It's a pity to say that, after all, I'm still so young and didn't hurt me on purpose."