Her Eternal Mr.Right

"Sister." Xiao Musheng leads Meng Meng into the house. When he sees Xiao you, he is stunned.

At this time, Xiaoyou's face is slightly red and his mouth is slightly red. What happened just now is absolutely clear. No wonder her voice disappeared as soon as she entered the door

Xiao Mu Sheng's expression was all on his face, and he didn't want to hide it. Knowing that Xiao you's face was redder, he glared at Bai Mo Han, snorted, dropped a sentence "I'll go to the bathroom" and hurried upstairs.

"Mengmeng, go to my mother." Xiao Mu Sheng patted Meng Meng and said.

As soon as she heard that she was going to find her mother, Mengmeng ran away without saying a word.

There were only two people left in the living room, Bai Mohan and Xiao Musheng.

"What's the matter?" White Mo Han raises Mou to see to him, the sprout sprouts to walk, this meaning already very clear.

Xiao Mu Sheng nodded and his face was a little puzzled: "I think that Wenluo is different from what I saw on TV."

"Stars don't always do that. It's normal." White ink cold eye color light, go to the edge of the sofa to sit down, seemingly leisurely appearance, but clearly not so relaxed.

Xiao Musheng shook his head. He knew what his brother-in-law meant.

Most of the mixed entertainment circles have a "human set", deliberately in front of the audience to play themselves into another picture that everyone likes, but in fact, it is not the case.

"No, it's not that different." He lowered his head and frowned, as if racking his brains for adjectives. "That is, people like him should not appear in the entertainment industry. I think his background must not be simple. "

White ink cold slightly pursed lips, did not speak.

How could he not be clear about what Xiao Musheng said.

After knowing his identity, he can still look at him without flinching, even provocative. How can this be a general star?

He has a lot of stars in his status, and even some stars who are not inferior to wenlow's status have to look down on him and flatter him, only this man

"Brother in law, do you want me to check him?" Xiao suggested.

White ink cold slender fingers gently tap on the table, "Da Da" sound reverberates in the quiet living room, inexplicably gives a sense of depression. "No For a long time, thin lips just spit out these two words, and then white Mohan stood up and walked upstairs. When he came to the stairs, his steps stopped, but he didn't turn around. "People who don't matter, don't care." With that,

he walked upstairs, and the tall figure gradually disappeared in Xiao's sight.

People who don't matter

Is my brother-in-law so confident?

Xiao Mu Sheng laughs at himself. How can he feel that he is more worried than the client? The emperor is not worried and the eunuch is worried.

"Ding Ling Ling -" a mobile phone rings, and Xiao Mu Sheng takes back his thoughts and answers the phone.

"Hello, Ma. What

His pupils suddenly contracted, and the big hand hanging on his side was suddenly clenched into a fist because of nervousness. "I see. I'll be right back!"

He hung up, his face grimacing.

There was a happy laugh from upstairs. He just stopped. After a long hesitation, he gave up. Without saying a word, he turned and walked towards the door.

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"What's the matter with Musheng? He just left without saying hello." Xiaoyou sat on the bed and wiped his hair angrily.

She just went to take a bath. When she came out, Bai Mohan told her that there was something wrong with Mu Sheng and rushed back to the North City in the night.

"I said it was urgent, but I didn't say anything specific." Bai Mohan sat down beside her, took the towel from her hand and gently wiped her hair.

"What's so urgent that you have to leave in the middle of the night? Besides, he doesn't even have a friend in Beicheng. He can't tell me anything urgent. " Xiao you's indignant Tucao make complaints about him.

"Musheng is not a child any more. It's not normal for him to have some secrets of his own."

Xiaoyou nodded thoughtfully at first, then raised his eyes and looked at him, with a little bit of threat in his tone: "Han, to be honest, do you know something?"

Bai Mohan raised his hand innocently, not to mention how pure his expression was: "Musheng didn't say anything, I didn't ask. You know, I never like to ask people about things

That's true. If Musheng doesn't say it directly, he may not say anything with Bai Mohan's temperament.

"So it is." Xiaoyou nodded, then sighed: "Alas, Musheng is gone, tomorrow we can only go out to play. All of a sudden, I'm not used to it. "

"Three people are not..." White Mo Han smile, words have not finished, suddenly came a sweet guitar sound, his eyes instantly narrowed up. "Well, who's playing the guitar so late? Isn't that a nuisance? " Make complaints about Xiao Musheng's farewell without Frence leave. But the next second, the magnetic male low stereo up, her faceThe anger on the wall is like being blown away by the spring wind, and it disappears instantly.

"Male god!" She almost couldn't help screaming. If Mengmeng didn't sleep next to her, she would roll twice in bed, and then Thomas would twist for three and a half weeks to express her inner excitement.

This is the live version!

You know, although wenlow started out as a singer, he never held a concert or sang in public.

What does this mean? It means that no fans have ever heard the live version of winlow.

Ward, my God! She Gong Xiaoyou, who was lucky, not only ran into the male god, but also heard the live version of the concert.

This kind of feeling is like being smashed by RMB on the road.

"Gong, Xiao, you."

Pink bubble all of a sudden broken, Xiaoyou immediately convergence face Bohemian expression, clever sitting on the bedside, two hands on the knee, clever can't be more clever.

"Husband, what do you call me?" She put on a sweet tired smile, looking at white ink cold.

It's over. Now she's dead. She was taught a lesson not long ago. She's really good. She forgot the pain.

White Mo Han didn't speak, a pair of eyes like ink stared at her.

The husband here looks at her unhappily, and the touching singing of the male God over there comes to his ears.

Eh, it seems that I haven't heard this song. Is it a new original? Wow, the male god is really talented!

Xiaoyou's eyes are filled with the expression of flower craze, and the expression of white ink cold is even more ugly. This meeting he sits in front of her, I, the wild man outside sing a song, let her back to God? Angry, very angry!