Chapter 162

Shu can, of course, is keenly aware of her embarrassment, quickly breaks away from long Xihan and stands up,

"I'll sing you a song to help you have fun!"

Will do so, one is that she also wants to escape from long Xihan, the other is that Qiuye's lonely but stubborn side face makes her heart clench tightly. She loves her sadness and her pretending to be strong.

Just after a song was sung on the stage, she jumped onto the stage and took the microphone, then turned around and whispered the name of a song to the master of the band. She had been singing here, so she was very familiar with the band.

And now she is a famous singer, so as soon as she stood on the stage, the people under the stage were silent.

"This song, give it to someone!"

A simple sentence. To whom, she knows.

As soon as the voice fell, the passionate music rang. She looked at the corner hidden in the black and began to sing slowly with heartache. One night, she saw that Zhuang Shili really had feelings for her, but she also forgot how much she would be hurt.

"Crying in the crowd, you just want to become a transparent color, and you won't dream, pain or heartbeat anymore

You've decided. You've decided. You hold yesterday tightly in your fist... "

With feelings of helplessness and pain, coupled with her slightly hoarse voice and her skillful ability to control the song, she successfully set off a burst of sadness in the crowd. The person singing in this song may be yourself at the moment or a friend around you

"You are not really happy. Your smile is just the protective color you wear. You decide not to hate or love

Lock your soul in a locked body forever... "

The shallow voice continued to sing, and the eyes of autumn leaves in the corner gradually floated wet, especially the sentence that you are not really happy, which made her heart full of sadness and made her want to cry.

How can she look like this, how can she show her vulnerability at this time.

She didn't dare to blink. She was afraid that tears would rush out when she moved. She stubbornly endured it,

Until all the tears were forced back to the eyes, and the thin fingers holding the quilt turned white.

"You deserve real happiness. You should take off your protective color. Why should you be punished for losing it

Can you let the sadness all end and start living again at this moment... "

Zhuang Shili held Xue Yao in his arms, his slender fingers gently placed on his legs and gently tapped with the rhythm of the melody, as if enjoying the pleasure brought by this song, while a pair of black eyes quietly condensed the thin figure opposite.

From his position, you can clearly see the bright light from the corners of her eyes.

The sight slowly moves down to her tight lips, stubborn side face, and then to the fingers that are about to crush the quilt. Is Shu can singing her true mood?

The heart suddenly seems to be torn by something, and the pain is unbearable

After the song, thunderous applause broke out under the stage, and autumn leaves raised their hands and patted their hands with the restless crowd. Shu can jumps out of the stage, walks over to them, pulls up her, who is still clapping foolishly, and says to the others,

"It's getting late, you go on, we're back!"

"I'll see you off!"

Long Xihan grabbed his coat and followed.

"Let's go!"

A cold voice came from behind. He listened to him gently ask Xue Yao in his arms,

"Yao Yao, have you had enough?"

While talking, he had grabbed his clothes and got up. Although it was an inquiry tone, he took a strong decision that could not be ignored. Xue Yao had to get up and look at Qiu ye with a trace of sadness.

A group of five people went out of the bar. She walked alone in the back, four people in front of her, hugging each other and being intimate.

She was wearing a long silver gray down jacket. She looked thick and warm. Of course, it was someone's hand. His traces remained everywhere on her. The big black scarf set off her small face only the size of a palm.

Just out of the bar door, a crackling flash sounded, startled her, and she instinctively turned around in a hurry, so there was only a thin figure of her mysterious drooping head in those photos.

Just when Shu can was singing on the stage, all reporters received a notice. She is now a popular singer. The reporters paid special attention to her, especially her relationship with long Xihan, President of Lanshi.

But they didn't expect that the president of the world came out together. The man with the same aura as the dark king dropped his hand holding the camera one after another. No one dared to shoot again. No one can shoot Zhuang Da Shao. This is an unwritten rule in this industry.

It is said that there was once a young reporter who did not believe in this evil. He secretly took a close-up of him when he attended a banquet, so the little reporter disappeared from the public's sight the next day. It is said that he was exiled to a remote place and did hard work.

The people were trembling, wondering whether he would let them hand over their cameras, because just after a crazy shooting, the figure of him and the girl in his arms was also photographed, but they didn't expect that he was just a thick eyebrow, a slight wrinkle and an ugly face, but they didn't say anything.

Everyone was immediately overjoyed. If he didn't stop it, it means that he acquiesced to their behavior. As long as there is a figure of him in tomorrow's report, it can definitely detonate the click through rate.

Can it be said that Zhuang Dashao met his right daughter, so he allowed them to shoot so generously?

When thinking about this, people couldn't help but turn their attention to the girl in his arms. She looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, but she exuded the proud temperament of a rich and famous lady.

Aware of the attention of the reporters, Zhuang Shili sank his face and received his displeasure. The reporters quickly turned their attention to Shu can and long Xihan in front,

"Miss Shu, long tezhu, please get closer!"

Shu can is stiffly held in her arms by long Xihan. Listening to him skillfully dealing with all kinds of reporters, she thinks that this man is worthy of the special help of the president. She is so exquisite and sophisticated. She is suddenly discouraged. She can't play with this cunning fox anyway.

Qiuye looked at the chaos in front of her and stepped back a few steps. She just wanted to sneak out of the back, but she was suddenly caught by a female reporter,

"Miss, how do you look so familiar?"

As soon as they came out, she noticed the figure at the back, quiet temperament and indifferent look. After a closer look, she suddenly exclaimed,

"Are you the hostess of shucan MV?"

In other words, the mysterious MV hostess has disappeared in the public's sight since that MV. Everyone thought she would be as popular as Leng Shumin in Luo Qing's first time, but she never thought she would be silent from then on.

Qiuye was really startled by the reporter who suddenly appeared. She had never encountered such a situation. At this time, there was a taxi passing in front of her. She hurriedly reached out to stop, got into the car and hurried away. The reporter could only take a thin and mysterious figure of her.

Just shouted by the reporter, everyone's eyes were immediately attracted here. Before they could see her true face, she had hurried away, and they couldn't help sighing with regret.

Qiuye sat in the car, covered her chest and took a long breath. As expected, the life of a star is not something that a little person like her can bear.

It was late at night when she got home. She took a shower, washed, got into bed, and then began to toss and turn. This night, oh, no, it should be said that she began to feel depressed when she met him at the airport.

She knew she shouldn't be so upset. It's normal for him to have enough women to match him. Even if he doesn't have them now, he will have his beautiful wife and his beloved son. He just taught her a lesson in advance.

In this way, I was thinking about it, but I also fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept. The warm male body hugged her tightly from behind in a fully occupied posture, and brought her small body into her own greatness.

The next second, a kiss with a faint aroma of wine fell on her white shoulder,

"Why didn't you go to bed without me?"

She opened her eyes vaguely, and the husky male voice whispered in her ear,

"My autumn leaf, are you becoming more and more presumptuous and taking my words as a breeze in your ear?"