Chapter 597： Superstar (75)

Chapter 597 Superstar (75)

Her heart was as calm as water, but her face was shocked.

The smile of He Dongling’s mouth deepened, and his voice was deep and mellow.

"Wei Wei, I used to be wrong. I am starting now, I will re-energize and start the company."

"I have done a lot of wrong things before, and I won't be in the future."

"So, forgive me, come back to me, okay."

He Nanxi gave him a huge sense of crisis.

It turned out that Bai Weiwei was also rushing for something. He had to tighten his hand and grab her.

Bai Weiwei is holding a mobile phone, and her fingers are still playing games.

However, her eyes were full of tears, and her tone was still stubborn. "I don't love you, He Dongling."

He Dongling's eyebrows are soft and gentle. "I know that it is enough to have me love you."

System; don't want to face, isn't this the line that grabs the male master?

Bai Weiwei looked at the 60-degree feeling of not moving, and he despised He Dongling.

But she still did the drama. She stayed at the phone and then looked like she just reacted back. She glanced at He Dongling.

This eye contains all kinds of complex emotions.

Eventually she sighed. "I am tired, He Dongling, love is too tired to love, I just want to live well."

These words, with endless sorrow.

It makes people feel uncomfortable when they listen.

He Dongling is the heart of the stone, and Bai Weiwei, who can block the gun for himself, is also soft-hearted.

"I will try to make you trust me, just ask you to give me a chance."

[Hey, He Slag has a good feeling of sixty-five. 】

I just wanted to let her go back.

However, I don’t know when He Dongling felt that his own vows had become more and more true.

Watching a woman live, he could hardly imagine it before.

But now, looking at Bai Weiwei, I found that so many women are less than her half-sexuality.

He thought, settle down.

Bai Weiwei bowed his head, didn't look at him, and the back couldn't tell the sorrow.

"You let me think about it, I am confused now."

He Dongling’s many sweet words are too late to say, and they are stuck in their mouths.

He was silent. "Well, you should think about it."

At least she is still uncomfortable with him.

Otherwise, hesitant to hesitate.

And Bai Weiwei stared down at the phone and complained to the system: "Oh, the hand is not fast enough, this game is going to die."

Looking at the self-destruction has been going to dance belly dance, do not want to attack the scum, just want to play the game host.

The system said that he still had to twist and twist to learn the dance, so that it would not be good to jump.

Bai Weiwei suddenly said: "Sixty-five good feelings, maybe we can still struggle."

system:"?"

Bai Weiwei: "Maybe I should open a big one."

System: "What's big?"

Is the host going to start serious?

[Hey, the male owner has a good feeling of ninety-two. 】

Bai Weiwei and the system shake at the same time, how does He Nanxi feel good?

Bai Weiwei turned over Weibo and found that He Nanxi sent a photo on Weibo.

The photo is a soft, white woman's hand, with a slender man's hand, and the **** crossed.

Bai Weiwei saw it as his own hand.

There is a sentence on the photo.

[For the rest of your life, I will accompany you. 】

This earthy literary fan.

This is the feeling that Bai Weiwei's teeth are sour.

A love story of the bandits, the self-touched to rise two points of good feelings.

Bai Weiwei said that in the past, every time he had to die, he would be able to improve his sense of sensitivity, and he would like to attack the goal of He Nanxi.

She is desperate.

(End of this chapter)