"So what is Mr. Wen doing now?" ranbai was silent and said calmly, "get the certificate? Just because of this night. I've known you for so long. You shouldn't be such a person."

"Why, do you think I've been pestering you for so long as a gift?"

He is too calm.

And too gentle.

It seems that whether it is the beginning or the end, there is no nature in him.

Wen Haoqing frowned faintly, and his face was quiet.

Before, he never cared about song Bai.

Whether it was the storm on the Internet or song Bai himself appeared in front of him.

Even if it hadn't been mentioned by other people, he probably wouldn't know about it.

Just a kiss from that night, everything changed.

He finally became interested and noticed the man.

I began to feel interesting and lustful.

Wen Haoqing has been abstinent for more than 20 years, and there has never been anyone around him. He said that he was cold or anything else, but he never raised any interest.

This is the first time he wants someone.

He really moved his mind and thought about how to keep people by his side.

Finally got a way.

Let people stay aboveboard in the name of obtaining the certificate.

Before he makes any decision, he will ensure that he is infallible and under control. Dyeing white is an accident.

Wen Haoqing thought that ranbai would refuse, and even thought about how to persuade her after she refused.

But I didn't expect ranbai to say so.

... a gift.

Two harsh words for no reason.

He never cared about the past, not to mention gifts.

But Wen Haoqing suddenly realized,

Maybe the insignificant things in his eyes are being cared by others.

"It's not a gift." he looked at her, his eyes shining, gentle, polite and objective: "if you mind the previous things, I can explain to the media."

"No need." dyed white, cold and light three words, falling gently, indifferent and cold enough, "Mr. Wen, you should not understand what I mean."

"I mean," she said word by word, "it was my fault to pester you before, and I won't do it again in the future. I don't care what others say. It's really unnecessary to get a license. I don't like you. What happened last night was an accident. I'm sorry. Although I can't be responsible, I can make up for it."

Wen Haoqing's eyes sank. He suddenly felt a strange sense of powerlessness. With a slight suffocation of breathing, he untied two shirt buttons. The strength of his fingertips was a little big and slightly white, which was more like tearing them off without vent.

He is seldom serious, but he doesn't know what's wrong with him.

"You're angry..." Wen Haoqing raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows, trying to find a solution. Up to now, his tone is always gentle.

"I'm not angry." ranbai interrupted him. "I'm just tired."

Wen Haoqing calmed down.

"Sorry, sir." ranbai stepped back, "you say a price and card number, and I'll call your card."

Wen Haoqing laughed angrily for the first time. He straightened up, his fingerbones stretched and loosened, and the ring was painful, like a kind of irony.

"No need." he paused for a while. His eyebrow peak took a radian, mocked for three or four points, and was calm and elegant for seven or eight points. His gentle peach blossom eyes were deep and dark, reflecting the white shadow. He smiled lightly and calmly, "I'm not so cheap."

"Miss Song," Wen Haoqing said calmly, "good luck."

The timbre has no waves and waves.

The voice fell,

He walked out, straight, without looking back. He was as noble as when he first saw him. Maybe the light close to dusk was dim and softer, so he could outline his shadow, which was somewhat imperceptible solitude.

Ran Bai watched Wen Haoqing leave.

Before she asked fengluo, fengluo guessed what she was going to say, and hesitated: "that, that task is not worth or full, we have to continue."

The task is to need Wen Haoqing's love.

Dyed Bai Tut, casually looked at the picture in the TV, turned off the TV a few minutes later, went back to the room, pulled the curtain and continued to sleep.

The air still seems to have a clean and pleasant smell of wood, mixed with the cold smell of tobacco, everywhere.

Last night was the most intense and addictive.

Feng Luo looks at dye white and is as quiet as a chicken.

Hum.

It's beautiful.

What a scum!!

Run away after sleeping.



However, it was really an accident. The conditions were not completed, and ranbai didn't intend to be responsible.

After that, she never saw Wen Haoqing again, just as he said "falling price."

A few days later,

Healing life.

An abandoned school stands quietly in the wilderness. It looks desolate with dead trees.

It just rained heavily yesterday. It just stopped one day and one night. The sky was always gloomy, and the air was humid and slightly cold.

A car drove slowly in and stopped.

The variety of healing life has always been live broadcast, but those who miss the live broadcast can also see the excellent editing version in the later stage.

The camera focused on the three people who got out of the car.

He is a permanent guest of the program group. Ji ran, Han Zhe and promise.

Then, another car drove in slowly.

Inside the car,

There were three girls in the back seat, and the atmosphere was delicate.

Song Yu wanted to maintain his personal appearance. He talked to ranbai several times and pretended not to mind his online remarks.

However, ranbai doesn't pay much attention to her and sleeps bored.

Shen Jiao really doesn't care about the atmosphere in the car. She complains lazily that she has recorded the program in such a remote place.

There is no lens in the car.

Until it stops.

As many netizens who are not clear about the operation of the program group, as well as the variety powder that cures life, they all guard in front of the live broadcast early, ready to eat melons and see what the three guests in this issue can do.

Song Yu's fans are ready to scold.

After parking, dye Bai ignored the other two people in the car and pushed open the door directly.

A cold wind blew in front of her, wrapped in the cold after light and rain, and reflected into her eyes.

The camera just aimed at the girl's eyebrows and eyes.

Those dark and cold eyes crashed into the lens without warning.

A pair of smiling peach blossom eyes, with natural wild affection, turn thousands of times, but there is no problem.

Delicate eyebrows and eyes.

Cold temperament.

Dyed white is wearing a long thin black coat today, with black trousers and leather boots. The waist line vaguely outlined is particularly beautiful, and the dress is cold and neat.

Very suitable for secret room escape.

Have to say,

This sudden scene, at first glance.

Netizens who were already ready to spray suddenly couldn't speak.

This... Is a little handsome!

Song Yu followed closely. Although it was winter, in order to maintain her image, she still wore very little and looked very fairy and generous.

He smiled at the camera modestly when he got off the bus.

Shen Jiao was the last to get down. She had been shrinking in the car complaining about the cold. She was finally persuaded by the driver to get off the car, frowning like a steamed stuffed bun face.