Chapter 907

It seems that time becomes very slow at this moment... Luo Xiaomei even feels that there are only himself and Li minhao left in the world.

Tonight he is wearing a small white suit with a design similar to a badge on his shoulder. He looks like a prince charming in a fairy tale.

He looked at her like that, as if waiting for her to come to him and write a love fairy tale belonging to them.

But at that romantic moment, Luo xiaoberry suddenly had a very strange idea in her heart.

Why, he was waiting for her to come to him, but refused to take the initiative to take a step towards her? If he really likes her

At this time, a prince charming was killed on the way. Ke Jingheng, dressed in a black leisure suit, lent a bouquet of lilies from the stage steps to the raspberry.

He was originally good-looking. With Joey, a mother who can dress up, his natural appearance and temperament have been improved by several levels.

The bangs in front of his forehead stood up slightly, revealing a perfectly shaped forehead. A pair of black Zhuo stone eyes twinkled with dazzling light under the stage light.

Under the stage, there was another loud cry. Countless young girls in the spring fell on the bouquet in his hand, thinking about who was the lucky girl.

Luo Xiaobei's eyes unconsciously shifted from Li minhao to Ke Jingheng, and stared at him walking towards himself in the light and shadow.

Did this guy get caught in the door when he went out today? Looking at his eyes, as if to send flowers to yourself?

She was still stunned. Ke Jingteng had handed the bouquet in his hand to her, and there was some light powder on his white face.

"Little... Little berry... This is for you." He tried to calm his heartbeat and recalled what his mother had taught him just now. Although it was difficult to speak, he still clenched his teeth and said

"And... Tonight... You're beautiful."

Lowe looked at him like a stranger. God, is this Ke Jingheng?

The light and shadow of the stage cast on his handsome face, making him look a little unreal. She must be dreaming, isn't she? It's still a nightmare!

What happened next proved that it was really not a dream. Because he came forward and hugged her while she wasn't paying attention!

Feel the sudden warm embrace and the faint breath on him. For a moment, Luo xiaoberry was confused.

Ke Jingheng, how dare you hold yourself in front of so many people?

If she had been ordinary, she would have slapped her or kicked her. But tonight, her brain is a blank, so foolishly let him hold her.

The little girls off the stage are completely crazy, my God! This is their dream play! Why is it always staged in other people's stories?

Li minhao looked at them across most of the stage, and his hand on his side tightly clenched into a fist.

It was not until the lights on the stage went dark one by one, and until the chorus actors withdrew one after another that Ke Jingheng reluctantly released Luo Xiaomei.

As soon as they came backstage, Luo Xiaomei pinched him on the arm: "Ke Jingheng, you're dead! Who allowed you to hold me?"

"This is etiquette..." Ke Jingheng whispered, although he also felt that this reason was a little far fetched.

"Etiquette you head! Etiquette you head!" Luo xiaoberry kept chasing him with the bouquet in his hand.