Chapter 1339 (1/2)
[my flute is domineering, ha ha ha. ]
[the boy looks very good, no matter from which angle, he is good-looking, and matches the flute very well. ]
[why is it her again? Just stopped a few days ago, saw again, disgusting. ]
[smell the flute and get out of the entertainment circle. ]
[I raised It's so powerful that I'll give you my best wishes. ]
[who is Liang Che? Little fresh meat? ]
who is Liang Che?
Liang Che's certification is very clear, the boss of the moon studio.
What does range moon studio do?
It provides information for major newspapers.
The artist and the entertainment are together? Is this a plan for entertainment to enter artists?
If Liang Che is a member of the circle, even if he is an ordinary person, it is estimated that he can not raise any storm.
After all, Mingshu's black material is too much, including a small white face, which is completely expected by black powder.
But Liang Che is a reporter! Commonly known as paparazzi!
Liang Che forwarded the microblog, although there is no text, but his attitude is obviously recognition.
This is not acceptable.
For a while, the black materials that had just disappeared were springing up again.
What can Liang Che do if he doesn't forward it?
She has said that. Does he want to be a shrinking turtle and let her bear those alone?
Liang Che did not go home, but returned to Mingshu apartment.
He sat there all night.
After a night of fermentation, it has been known to almost all.
Their relationship
Is it public?
Clearly, nothing.
What to do next, what will she do in the future
He suddenly felt a little regret. He shouldn't forward it. As long as he doesn't admit it and denies that it's nothing, when the time goes by
Liang Che stopped the idea.
Even if you give him another chance to choose, he will still choose to forward.
Kowtow.
There was a man standing outside the car.
Liang Che blinked his sour eyes and lowered the car window. In the morning, the mist filled the air, and he could hardly see anything three meters away.
She stood in the morning mist like a spirit in the fog.
Mingshu goes around to the other side and gets on the bus.
Liang Che closed the window in silence.
There was silence in the car.
”Smell the flute.”
Liang Che leans over and covers Mingshu between the chair and his arms.
”Why did you post that tweet?”
Mingshu blinked: ”if they want to read gossip, just give it to them.”
Obviously, this answer is different from Liang Che's.
”That's it?”
”Otherwise?” Mingshu blinked.
”Did you ask my opinion?”
”I love you, you can't respond.” Mingshu is innocent.
Liang Che:
Mingshu seems to think of something: ”ah, if you want to be taken care of by me, it's OK. I can still afford you.”
Who wants her to take care of it!
Liang Che was upset. He thought that at least one answer would be given today. Unfortunately, the answer was totally different from what he thought.
Liang Che stretched out his hand: ”a month 500000, the rest of the cost is calculated separately, pay one year in advance.”
Mingshu smacked his tongue: ”so expensive...” How many snacks do I have to raise? No more.
Liang Che wanted to change his mind, but he said it all. He looked at her calmly, as if she did not agree, and he would not let go.
Mingshu bit his teeth and turned out a card from his bag: ”here.”
Liang Che holds the card, the mood is complex.
What's wrong with him.
Is someone controlling his behavior!
Liang Che took a deep breath and sat back to calm the weird mood.