Prince Charming,Look at Me

Lin Yi holds a mobile phone and cooks porridge on the phone. She looks at Jiang Li's envious appearance.

"Did you receive the gift from sister Jiang? I'll tell you, that gift contains your sincerity! "

At first, Jiang Li didn't know who she was talking to. She was absorbed in watching TV and was attracted by the laughter from her side.

As a result, Lin Yi seems to think that it's really not enjoyable to be happy alone, so he simply turns on the handsfree.

The cheerful voices of the four boys of BOT suddenly spread in the empty hall. Jiang Li shrugged to Shanglin Yi's cunning expression.

In terms of cunning, she is no match for Lin Yi.

"Gifts? Sister Jiang sent us a present! "

Joe brought a little bit of Nuo Nuo tone suddenly, the surprise inside was not artificial, but let Jiang Li and Jiang Li were stunned one after another.

"You didn't get it? It can't be true! Oh, Jiang Li, didn't you say you sent it to the post office? You can't drop it! "

Lin Yi's question makes Jiang Li feel tight. Although the gift is not absolutely expensive, the friendship inside is by no means fake.

If it's lost

Well, I can only send it again.

"I'll ask at the post office tomorrow."

After she whispered, she turned off the handsfree and threw it to Lin Yi.

At the moment, in a sea house on the west coast, a pair of big hands are rubbing on four cups of different styles, full of interest.

Jiang Li was given a few days off by the company for recording the episode.

Busy everyday, even the time for breathing is squeezed out, now suddenly idle, but do not know what to do.

Lin Yi has been on the night shift these days and has become a real night owl.

Jiang Li quietly opened her door, looked at the uniform breathing body on the bed, and sighed helplessly.

That guy is tired enough. She would be cruel to disturb her again.

When the Tathagata quietly closed the door, Jiang Li leaned against the door, feeling disappointed.

Maybe it was too boring. She went to the warehouse and looked around to see if she could find something to do.

After more than an hour's tossing, there was nothing but a pile of painting tools that were no longer used.

When she was in college, she also took Chinese painting as an elective course. Unfortunately, she bought a lot of pigments, but in the end, they were useless.

She remembers that when life was difficult, song Yunchen proposed to let her sell these, but she was not willing to scold him.

Now looking back, it made her sad.

It's hard to look back on the past. She just has some pity for her good old days.

The pigment has already dried up. If you stay here, you will have to wait for your life to be completely moldy.

Jiang Li doesn't give up, but she can't stay any longer.

She packed all the things into a disused bag. She carried the bag downstairs and sold it to the waste collector.

Full of a bag of things, only for 25 yuan, as if laughing at her past innocence.

Because of this arrangement, the warehouse is less than half.

Jiang Li wiped the sweat on her forehead, moved a bench and sat aside.

When cleaning up, suddenly fell out of a photo album, the top is green she, and now has come out of her world song Yunchen.

Jiang Li stares at the photo for a few seconds, but she is melancholy that youth is nothing else.

A few years of constant flow, in the end, is still not worth a few months of torture.

Jiang Li took the album and wanted to throw it to the ground. After all, these memories are just disturbing people's dreams.

But the two people in the photo smile too bright, but let her heart is not happy.

It's a strange thing to wear a mask in summer. In addition, she made a brazier. Lin Yi's expression is more interesting than the palette.

"What are you doing! Paper burning in broad daylight

If she didn't know Jiang Li's character, she would have thought that Jiang Li's mind would be squeezed by the door this time.

"I'm burning pictures."

After listening to her curious questions, Jiang Li perfunctorily replied and continued to tear up the photos.

One side of the album is open, exposing its contents to the air.

Lin rubbed his eyes and strode to get a fish.

Long body is good, even if Jiang Li blocks, it is just a drop in the bucket.

"Whose picture are you with?"

Lin Yi points to song Yunchen, who is intimate with Jiang Li, and is obviously very dissatisfied with him.

"My past."

Jiang Li couldn't get rid of it, so she just sat down and tore up the rest of the photos.

The tiny scraps of paper came out of their fingertips and drifted towards the edge of the fire basin. When they met the fire, they pricked and turned into powder.

Lin Yi returns the album to Jiang Li, and conveniently moves a stool to one side.

But she wasn't looking at the photos, she was looking at Jiang Li.Always feel that at this time, she seems to need someone to accompany.

Even if the past is no longer important, but after all, remains in the memory, burning the past, there will inevitably be regret.

It has been two days since we last met with Jiang Li.

One day is like three autumn, let alone two days.

Two hours after leaving work, Murong Hao weighs the brooch bought by the trustee and leaves a message for Jiang Li.

People who love each other will miss each other equally.

Now Murong Hao gave her an excuse to meet, how could she not go back?

One o'clock in the afternoon is the time for the diners to rush back to the office, so even if Jiang Li takes a taxi, the road is still blocked to death.

It's not easy to get to Murong Hao's studio, but she has already started shooting. She can only stand by and wait.

"Why are you here now?"

When Miller is preparing tea for Murong Hao, he bumps into Jiang Li, who is looking around at the door. He can't help complaining.

Just because she didn't arrive for a long time, Hao Hao was angry again just now.

Who did he offend? When they fell in love, he became the one who suffered!

"There's a traffic jam."

No matter how many explanations there are, it's just a cover up. Jiang Li can only say it lightly, and then she urges Miller.

If you slow down a few more steps, who knows what the selfish ghost will be like?

I have to say that watching Murong Hao shoot is a kind of enjoyment.

Even outside the film, with all kinds of props, men have a way to make people immediately focus all their attention on him and go crazy for his performance.

Jiang Li saw it seriously, until the end of the work, she was still immersed in the agony of the hero, unable to extricate herself for a long time.

"Your orange juice."

When the man came back to her, her tall height blocked most of the sun. Jiang Li came back and handed in the juice that Miller had just handed over.

Originally, the angry eyes disappeared just because of her words.

Murong Hao looked at her head down, did not look at himself, lips micro movement, unexpectedly is to think of two people first met, can not help laughing.

At that time, she was really bold.

"What are you laughing at? If you don't drink it, it's mine. "

The juice in front of him suddenly came back. Murong Hao stretched his hand forward and snatched it back directly.

"Who says I don't drink!"

The Adam's apple glides up and down with the juice. He drinks fiercely. Jiang Li looks at it and laughs.

This guy, no one robbed him!

But in a few seconds, the juice is at the end. Murong Hao sees Jiang Li turn around to get other things and quickly drags her back.

"It's on me what you want to eat."

Jiang Li glanced at him and wanted to say that she was not hungry, but looking at his expectant eyes, she could only swallow the words back.

It's not easy to have a sign of reconciliation. Can't she take the initiative to cut it off?

"How about big food stalls?"

Maybe every time I go out, I eat those delicacies. Jiang Li, the grass root, is more and more nostalgic for the food on the street.

She thinks it's true that delicious food is among the people.

But the voice did not fall, immediately someone objected.

"No! You want to send Hao Hao to the hospital! "

The old man's saying is that it's not clean and you're not sick after eating, but it doesn't work here in muronghao.

Jiang Li was reminded by Miller, but also thought of the first painful experience, just raised the smiling face gradually collapsed.

"It's up to you."

Instead of spending her happy world in a hospital, she would rather endure the boredom of an elegant environment.

Murong Hao is actually very curious about what Jiang Li said about the big gear, "I said I'll treat you, just eat that kind of gear."

"Haohao, your stomach!"

Miller smell speech, also don't care for someone to look at, come forward to directly hold Murong Hao's arm, a face bitter color.

Most of the seafood stalls on the street are not clean. If something goes wrong, there are still a lot of events to be shelved in the follow-up shooting.

Who will take the responsibility then!

"I'll make my own decisions about my business, so leave it alone."

Knowing that Miller was thinking for himself, Murong Hao didn't scold him severely.

"I don't think so. You still have a job. I'm sorry if something happens. Next time, wait for next time, I'll treat you

Looking at the side of Miller expression tangled poor, Jiang Li also joined the persuasion team.

Although it's a pity, she can't think about herself before the big right and wrong.

In the end, Jiang Li's words played a role. Although Murong Hao was not very happy, he didn't insist on it any more."You said, when my work is over, take me to the big stall."

Murong Hao confirms with Jiang Li again and again. Only when he hears her promise can he feel relieved.

They finally went to a western restaurant not far away. Although they didn't talk much, they were very harmonious.

The propaganda of "continued crime" is in full swing. At the same time, the new songs on the Internet are the first to listen, especially the infatuated song by Jiang Li and Murong Hao.

Its fiery degree is no worse than BOT's new music.

Jiang Li is popular again because of her new songs. Some people say that she has strong strength to make progress in the sea, land and air industry, but others say that it is the effect of backstage support.

As the prince of ya, he will know some decisions behind the scenes first. After all, who dares to fight him?

Murong Hao seldom comes to the company, but he rushes in early this morning and goes straight to the top.

"Murong Zun, what's your idea?"

Ya representative office, Murong Hao slapped his hands on the table, staring at the evil man in front of the old God, a face of resentment.

"Don't you know how to knock? Or do I have to teach you? "

At first glance, Murong zunshang's peach blossom eyes are very similar to Murong Hao's, but they are more dark than him.

His angry question in exchange for the other side's understatement, Murong Hao was angry and directly swept all the documents on his desk to the ground.

"I tell you, don't move ginger! Not even a hair! Otherwise, I don't mind playing with you. "

Probably stimulated by each other's calmness, Murong Hao smiles instead of anger. He straightens up and looks at each other. There is a wave of light in his black eyes.

"When did your taste get so low?"

Murong obeys the words, a faint smile, accompany that pair of charming eyes, always feel a kind of strange feeling.

Because of his sneer, the temperature in the room drops. Even if the hot air outside the window is steaming, it can't warm the cold inside.

Silence, like poison gas, has been spreading until Murong Hao's mobile phone rings.

The abrupt singing is melodious in the room, like a sharp sword, sharp and stinging.

"Don't answer the phone? It could be your girlfriend

Murong Hao glared at each other, and then picked up the cell phone in the innocent expression of each other.

Just as Murong said, it's Jiang Li's call.

He looked at the name that flashed over and over again, and was silent for a long time before he pressed connect.

The other end of the phone was obviously waiting for a long time. As soon as I heard his breath, I couldn't wait to speak.

"Muronghao, is it your idea to let me release the album?"