Kiss You, Sweetheart

His silence was the answer. Demi understood and nodded slightly: "ah Chun, if I quit the game, it's over."

"What, Amy, are you going to quit now?" Huo Chun's face was shocked. "How can this work, Amy? We will definitely come up with a solution. Don't worry."

"There's no way, you know, ah Chun. The power of the Internet is so great. I don't want them to disturb my family. I can go to whatever they scold me for, but I can't get involved with my family. "

"Amy."

"I'm sorry, ah Chun. I've let you down. I know you're doing it for me. But now, I have no choice but to quit Demi chuckled, "I'm not used to this kind of tricky competition. I'll quit."

Huo Chun wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. Indeed, there is no better way to solve the problem now than Demi quitting the game.

The network is burning too fast. It's not the boss of his small performing arts company who can stop it.

What's more, Liu Wei's tone just now is helpless.

Demi's popularity has been declining. Even if she continues to compete, it will affect the final result. It is likely that she will not be the first sentence.

Huo Chun went over and patted Demi on the shoulder. He wanted to hold her in his arms and comfort her. Instead of letting her, like a woman, hold on to her inner sadness.

"Amy, I'll always be with you. We'll find a way to pay for your father's medical expenses."

Demi smiles and hugs Huo Chun.

Kazam, not far away, someone's taking a picture.

Huo Chun is startled. He releases Demi and goes after her. But the man has gone a long way.

Demi walked over and said, "ah Chun, don't chase me. There are so many negative news. It doesn't matter if there's another one, right? Anyway, I'm going to quit the game. Once out of the public's view, who still remembers who I am? "

Huo Chun slightly clenched his fist, a trace of guilt: "Amy, I really hate that I am not strong enough to give you enough protection."

"You're fine already." Demi said with a smile, "let's go, ah Chun, accompany me to the main Committee and quit the competition."

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help you for the last time (1)

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The door of the conference room opened, and song Zhixin stepped out accompanied by several staff members. His natural noble temperament made him so outstanding in the crowd.

A staff member, while walking, whispered something in his ear.

Song Zhixin listened calmly, not a word.

Until, back to the office, he took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, then he opened his mouth faintly: "make a report for me."

"OK, Mr. Song."

"Make me another cup of coffee."

"Yes, Mr. Song."

Several staff members quit his office, and song Zhixin walks slowly to the French window. The office is on the 30th floor, overlooking from the window, the streets of the city are like concrete strips bent between tall buildings.

The car is more like a toy car.

It was a boring meeting all day. But song Zhixin is in a good mood. He smiles a little. He will be back tomorrow. He will arrive in H city the day after tomorrow, just in time to see her enter the finals.

All of a sudden, thinking of this, song Zhixin's heart filled with a sense of returning home. I want to take a special plane home tonight. Why do I have to wait until tomorrow?