After all, Ying Qianxi is very hot now. According to the normal logic, he should seize the momentum of such fire and shoot again as soon as possible.

But Ying Qianxi was not the same as everyone thought. He even held a press conference to quit the performing arts circle.

No one knows what he thinks, maybe not even his agent.

But Ying Qianxi had his own ideas.

He also arranged everything before holding the press conference.

And it's time for him to go home.

Huang qingdie, standing under the big screen in the square, is also confused. She doesn't understand why Ying Qianxi wants to quit the performing arts circle.

She remembered that Ying Qianxi liked acting very much.

At that time, when filming, some actors and actresses were so kind to him that he tolerated them in silence.

Why did you stop filming all of a sudden?

Huang qingdie's brain did not know how to work for a while, some blank, some confused.

There was a dull pain in her heart.

Because she didn't know, if Ying Qianxi didn't appear on TV in the future, how she could see him, how to see him, how to know how he was recently.

Huang qingdie looks at Ying Qianxi's handsome eyebrows on the big screen with a strong obsession and reluctance.

When Ying Qianxi is ready to leave after finishing her speech, Huang qingdie looks at the back of her turn on live TV, and her eyes can't help but tears.

She really didn't want to see him turn around, even on TV, she didn't want to see it.

She really wants to respond to Qianxi.

She felt like she hadn't seen him for a long time.

I don't count the figures on TV.

Until the end of the live broadcast of the press conference, Huang qingdie was still standing in a daze under the big screen, with tears in her eyes.

After a long time, she felt her tears dry.

Huang qingdie felt that his whole strength was hollowed out.

She didn't want to do anything or eat anything at this time.

In a daze, she walked to the chair on the square Avenue, sat down slowly, and then a person was in a daze, a person in tears.

A person holding a mobile phone, want to make a call, but it has not been broadcast. In the early autumn of

, the leaves on the side of the Wutong tree were also gently falling down, with a feeling of desolation, just like the mood of Huang Dihu butterfly.

Once the wind blows, there is a cool feeling.

At some time, a man sat on one side of the bench where Huang qingdie sat.

Huang qingdie faintly feels that someone is sitting next to her, but she is not in the mood to look at it or explore anything else.

She was still in her own mood.

After a while, a familiar voice came from her ear, "what's the matter? Aren't you happy?"

When Huang qingdie heard this familiar voice, her whole body suddenly trembled. Such a familiar voice, like the voice engraved in her heart, was she really not a mirage?

The emperor tilted butterfly slowly and slowly looked up at the people beside him.

Ying Qianxi!

Huang qingdie blinked hard, then rubbed her eyes with her hands, and looked at the person in front of her in disbelief.

She's not really hallucinating.

Ying Qianxi looked at the tears in the corner of Huang qingdie's eyes. He was smiling and suddenly turned away.

His eyes with pity and heartache, "silly girl, did not read wrong, is me, good end, how to cry?"

Hearing Ying Qianxi's voice of heartache and pity, Huang qingdie wants to cry more.

She pursed her lips and said, "I saw the press conference."

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