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spn [v Xuanyuan] supports the forehead, you can probably imagine it.
[Beautiful] I like to see scenes like you falling in love and killing each other the most. Let’s go!
【vXuanyuan】Don’t take pleasure in others’ misfortune.
[Beautiful] Why are you so happy, haha!
[Beautiful] Hey, why are you silent again...[
Ignoring his friend's teasing, Tang Yan closed his business notebook and made a call to the gold medal publicist: "You and Hong Meng should go over to the dinner party on the weekend and bring the red envelope."
"Yes." The gold medal PR tried to figure out what the boss meant and asked appropriately: "What about the special assistant?"
"He's with me." After hanging up the phone, Tang Yan put his hands behind his head and lay on the bed with his legs slightly crossed... He really wanted to see some other expression on that proud face, even if
It doesn't matter if you are angry...
It was still dry and cold in Beijing over the weekend, and the snow on the walls had not yet melted.
At half past one, when the weather is the warmest, Feng Xuan stood quietly in the subway line 2 with one hand in his trouser pocket, looking at Weibo on his mobile phone.
It showed on Weibo that the planning girl had arrived at Yandai Xiejie.
He curled his thin lips slightly, lowered his head and replied: "I'm probably almost there."
On the other side, the planning girl who was drinking milk tea pointed at Weibo: "Journey SM said he will be there in a minute."
"Really?" The sweet-looking girl came over and smiled even more beautifully after seeing the reply.
The important watch hand hanging in the milk tea shop made a ticking sound.
Everyone's hearts were beating slowly at this moment
Finally...we are going to meet...
The hour hand pointed to one thirty, and the girls who came to meet me also walked in from the door one by one.
On weekdays, everyone chats on the Internet, but there are very few opportunities to meet each other. They are either working or going to school. Some of them are not locals. This time, everyone can get together. You can imagine how everyone feels.
excited.
The artist girl who came from Qinhuangdao hugged the planner girl and never let go. She has a very cute personality.
In the later stage, the girl spoke with a Hong Kong and Taiwanese accent, and was being pulled aside by the director's girl to talk about tongue twisters.
"Four four four, forty."
"Nonono!" The director girl shook her finger: "Wrong, four is four, ten is ten!"
After another five minutes, the Vs began to arrive one after another. The first one to arrive was Homecoming, followed closely by a co-operator who was partnering with him.[
Back in Time's real name is Xiao Ziteng. He was born in a music class and is now studying in the broadcasting department of a university. He is dressed very freshly, with a plaid shirt and a beige sweater on his upper body, light blue jeans on his lower body, and a backpack on his back.
He has a canvas bag, curled eyelashes, big eyes, white skin, and a crisp voice. A pair of glasses makes him look more youthful and pure, and he is so gorgeous and cute that he attracts a group of girls.
The girls were naturally happy when they saw him, and they all wanted to pinch his little face and eat tofu.
Xiao Ziteng seemed to like the feeling of being held. He laughed, looked around and asked, "Why don't you see Brother Xuanyuan?"
"Someone really has a problem. When you come, just ask the male god, um..." The screenwriter girl is a die-hard fan of Homecoming. Naturally, she wants to see her family members get together with the male god. There is something in her tone of voice.
The taste of teasing.
Xiao Ziteng's face turned red when she said it, and he tried to hide it and said, "Brother Xuanyuan and I are not in that kind of relationship. Don't talk nonsense."
"Oh?" The screenwriter girl touched her chin: "I don't believe it!"