President's Single-minded Love

Mo xijue's legs overlapped at will, and several strands of deep chestnut hair fell on the firm forehead. Looking at Yan xiaonuo's black eyes, he was full of deep evil spirits.

It's just a trial tone, but it's like a fuse that ignites everyone's eyes.

In the silence of the whole scene, the girls' eyes were like the dark waves under the calm sea, which would submerge Messi at any time.

His eyes are burning, but she can't get out.

The difference is that the melody is not composed of multiple sound effects, but a simple guitar sound. There is no reproduction of Conan's classic fragments, but his voice is singing.

Mr. C's voice is very good, but he is a professional trained actor. His voice will unconsciously bring a lot of skills. However, Mo xijue's voice is spontaneous. He is born with a kind of self-confidence and satisfaction. With a noble tone, he has a unique feeling of returning to nature.

Yan xiaonuo only knows that this is an idiom, which is an allusion. However, she has never really felt these four words. However, today, when she has finished singing, these four words come to her mind unconsciously.

The girls sitting on the seats couldn't help but get excited. They stood up one after another, beating time with the music in their hands. Their young and enchanting body twisted an unknown arc to express their infinite passion for mexichang.

Mercy must have been annoyed. Damn, what kind of twist is in the way of his woman!

If she knew that she would not refund her ticket, she would sit in the middle of the first row, and let her see whether Mr. C's charm was great or whether he was a Mexican Xi Jue.

Stupid woman, is she blind? Why don't you dance and dance with enthusiasm like these women, even if you smile at him, but look at him in the face without saying a word.

The girls in front of Yan xiaonuo set up a natural barrier. Yan xiaonuo has not seen Mr. C and the host for a long time. A good fan meeting was stirred up by Messi.

Yan xiaonuo took advantage of this gap to turn around and go.

Messi suddenly found Yan xiaonuo missing in the crowd. He immediately stopped singing, left his guitar and left to find Yan xiaonuo.

The passionate girls suddenly found that the perfect man in front of her left the guitar and left. She was shocked and scattered her broken heart.

"How did he go?" Fu Jingyao murmured to himself, looking at the back of Mo Xi Jue, his eyes filled with confusion and loss.

Although he is obsessed with the appearance and temperament of moxijue, Fu Jingyao is afraid of his aura.

She was cold and dignified. Although she had seen her face and had eaten rice, she had never seen her, and she did not dare to speak to him.

Even if she went to high school from junior high school to high school alone in the United States, she had to solve many difficulties on her own. She had the courage and perseverance, but it was no use when she came to Mexico.

One of the strangest fan meetings ended like this. Fu Jingyao looked for Yan xiaonuo in the crowd. I don't know when Yan xiaonuo disappeared.

Fu Jingyao calls Yan xiaonuo, who doesn't answer, but returns a message to her saying that she has left home in advance.

In fact, in a quiet stairway of the Convention and Exhibition Center building, Yan xiaonuo asked to see Mr. C in the name of Ruo Xiaoyan.

Some staff members have heard of Ruo Xiaoyan's name, and after confirming her identity, they agreed to see Mr. C.

Seeing her coming, Mr. C was puzzled and asked in stiff Chinese, "what can I do for you?"

Yan xiaonuo smiles at Mr. C and says in fluent Japanese, "I'm your fan. I'm here to see you today."

Mr. C is not happy, but very disappointed.

Today's meeting was just too embarrassing. Mr. C was first robbed of the limelight by Messi, and then the fans turned against him. Finally, he didn't know when Mr. C left.

Yan xiaonuo knew that Moxi was aiming at himself, but this time, it was his own reason that implicated Mr. C.

She had to continue to comfort: "Mr. C, in fact, you should not be so sad. There are many people who like you very much."

Mr. C looked at her, and his amber eyes showed a little consolation. He said with a smile: "today, I'm in a bad mood, but that gentleman, it doesn't seem like a fluke. In fact, he should have sung Conan's theme song for the first time."

"Oh? I didn't expect you could hear that. " Yan xiaonuo is very surprised. She thinks that Messi has never gone out of tune.

Mr. C said with a smile: "I'm a voice player. I'm very sensitive to sounds. I can tell the difference between beginners and trained ones."

It should be.

At this time, someone knocked on the door and Mr. C said gently, "come in."

Is responsible for shooting the scene video staff, he looks very embarrassed, "C, how to do this video?"Yan xiaonuo can't help looking at Mr. C.

Mr. C shook his head helplessly and said with a bitter smile, "can't you edit it?"

The staff began to speak with some difficulty, sighed and said, "after editing, there is not much left."

"Tell the company the truth," Mr. C said

The staff was shocked and wanted to say something, but he was stopped by Mr. C. he had to shut up and go out.

Yan xiaonuo wanted to say something to comfort Mr. C, but she found that her language was so poor that she felt that her words were indescribable to Mr. C.

After thinking about it, she had to take out a temporary Chinese painting and give it to Mr. C: "Mr. C, this is my own painting. I'll give it to you."

Mr. C said thanks first, and then took over the painting. After opening it, it was a picture of Nara in autumn.

Yan xiaonuo said with a smile: "Mr. C is from Nara. I heard that Nara's autumn is very beautiful. There are golden gingko leaves and red maple leaves everywhere, and Nara's sika deer are even more desirable."

When Mr. C was so lost, he saw the beautiful scenery of his hometown. His heart was warm and sour. After a long time, he collected the painting carefully, put it in his trunk, and then stood still, bending 45 degrees to Yan xiaonuo in a special posture.

This is the ritual of samurai in Japan.

Yan xiaonuo was scared to retreat again and again, shaking his head and saying, "Mr. C, I can't stand it."

"I know you came to comfort me, and you know that I like the autumn scenery of my hometown best." Mr. C's voice is so beautiful that people can't help indulging in it. "Here, what I miss most is Nara. You are not only my fan, but also my good friend."

Yan xiaonuo looked at Mr. C, and finally laughed: "so Mr. C, since there is a warm home, then don't feel bad for the cold of the outside world."

Mr. C smiles and nods. His smile is still clean and fresh.

When Yan xiaonuo came out of Mr. C's lounge, he turned around a corridor and heard the staff member murmuring with his colleagues.

"What can I do now? The meeting is like this."

"Mr. C said it was a big problem for him to report it truthfully."

"It's all that man. Is he here to smash up?"

"He is the president of imperial group and the second young master of Mohist School in Europe. Don't talk nonsense."

"Empire group? European Mohist? Oh, my God, even if they leave a little bit of stuff in their fingers, it's enough for our 100 companies. "

Yan xiaonuo doesn't want to listen any more. His heart is trembling slightly. What will Mr. C face when he goes back? She doesn't know, but isn't it because of her?

Yan xiaonuo was going to leave. Who knows how the elevator can't wait there, so she has to take the stairs.

It turned out to be a direct encounter with mercy at the foot of the stairs.

Yan xiaonuo didn't want to talk to him. He turned around and was about to leave. However, he was held by Messi and said in a cold voice, "where are you going?"

Yan xiaonuo waved to get rid of Messi. He took hold of his hand, but he couldn't do it. Instead, he pulled him into his arms and said bitterly, "Moxi, you can't let me go!"

Mercy decided to respond to her only two words: no

Yan xiaonuo was angry: "Moxi, you must be bored!"

Messi was stunned. His black eyes were fixed on her. He sang in front of so many people for her. This was the first time in his life that she hated him?

"What are you talking about?" he said? Am I bored? "

Yan xiaonuo was even more angry when she saw that she was naturally moved: "yes, I asked you, why do you want to refund my ticket?"

"Because you are coming to see this man," he replied coldly! Three days off, you don't want to accompany me, you even want to spend money to see this man! "

Yan xiaonuo's eyes widened, "it's just a fan meeting."

"Fans?" "Aren't you a fan of mine?" murmured

Still fierce logic, Yan xiaonuo opened his mouth, "who said I was your fan?"

Messi got a negative answer. Anger, disappointment and jealousy surged up in his heart. His hands clenched into fists. He was trying to restrain himself, and his hands trembled slightly.

"Where is he better than me?" Messi decided to reach out and put her against the wall? Status? Ability? Are you blind

Yan xiaonuo was very angry and laughed: "Moxi, are people who don't like you blind?"

"You don't like me?" "Do you say again that you don't like me?"

Yan xiaonuo only felt pain in his waist. He hammered his shoulder and said, "yes! I don't like you, I just don't like you! "

From his banishment of Lu Ting and his threat to kill Lu Ting, to the mess of Mr. C's meeting today, she can't make a calm decision on Mr. C when she thinks that Mr. C will be punished.