Warm marriage is like fire: male god boss spoils deeply

Some people, just standing there, are naturally radiant!

He wore a beige sweater, casual pants and a trouser bag in his hand. For a moment, Qinghuan saw... Achel!

"Wow, look, that's anliche!"

"Yes, he is the hero and judge of Qingcheng time!"

"I didn't think I was more handsome than on TV!"

"International superstar, looking at the whole entertainment industry, who dares to compare with him?"

The voices of female stars bring Qinghuan back to reality

Yes, two different faces. How could he be ACHL?

"Are you okay?" An liche stood in front of her.

His voice is warm and durable.

"Yes!" Qinghuan takes back her hot eyes. Her little hands shake badly.

Want to cry!

An liche handed her a packet of paper towels to "wipe!"

Qinghuan took it. Thank you very much!

"Apology" an liche converged his gentle eyes and looked at Leng Weiwei with sharp eyebrows and eyes.

Leng Weiwei bites her lips and hates her teeth.

How did Leng Qinghuan hook up with an liche?

He is a judge and a man. She can't afford to offend Leng Weiwei.

"Sorry, sister Qinghuan!" Leng Weiwei pulls out an awkward smile and intimately puts on Leng Qinghuan's arm.

Just, she quietly screwed on Qinghuan's arm!

Qinghuan is shocked. Leng Weiwei hates her so much!

"Yes!" She's quiet!

An liche tidied up his cuffs, and then turned to leave. His back was flattered, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him!

Leng Weiwei lost her smile and approached Qinghuan. "Oh, Leng Qinghuan, don't be amorous. An liche has an excellent reputation in the entertainment industry. If someone else, he will help!"

Qinghuan is about to speak!

"Next, Leng Qinghuan, backstage preparation!"

Qinghuan was so happy that she wanted to clean herself up in the bathroom. Now it's good.

She's like a drowned chicken. How can she audition?

"Leng Qinghuan, wish you good luck" Leng Weiwei despised and laughed.

No way, Qinghuan had to go backstage.

"Leng Qinghuan?"

"Yes!"

"Wear this!"

A man who looked like a woman looked at Qinghuan and handed her a set of lake green Luo skirts.

The Luo skirt is elegant and flexible. It is soft and refreshing to wear on Qinghuan!

When she walked into the stage of the performance hall, several people on the jury were surprised!

Especially Feng Ziao sitting in the middle, an liche!

"Hello, judge. My name is Leng Qinghuan. The role of audition is ah Cui!"

The drops of water on her hair fell on her face. Qinghuan was uncomfortable!

"Try dancing!"

Qinghuan was stunned and looked at the man in the middle.

Feng Ziao sat lazily on the sofa, his hand on his chin, his eyes pondering.

It seems that Gong Dashao didn't tell the little girl!

Qinghuan adjusted her mood, took a deep breath and soon recovered from her consternation.

"Good“

The moment she nodded, she was already confident and elegant.

She was wearing a Luo skirt, her hair was wet and her face was dripping.

Qinghuan's eyes are happy and she has an idea in her heart.

She played the part of Qingcheng who was framed by her beloved man, fell into the lake, and then rescued by a kind man.

This section of super cruel heart, Qinghuan can't help crying every time she reads the original work.

The girl looked at the front, her eyes were empty, and the smile on her lips was as bitter and sad. However, for a few seconds, her pure and flexible eyes were full of tears.

When tears fell, she stubbornly raised her little face.

Obviously painful, but strong and patient!

"There are many wrong people, and you will always face each other." her voice sobbed and sighed!