Boqing coaxed her, but she shook her head: "I don't want to take pictures anymore, and I don't want to take pictures of the rest!"
Then, holding up the hem of her skirt, she gesticulated and ordered those people to quickly remove her makeup.
"But, everything is ready, the scene is set up, why don't you want to shoot?" The person serving on the side asked, they worked all night to make it.
Boqing waved her hand: "I won't take any more photos. I'll just listen to her." [
So, just like that, all the 50 million prepared things were wiped away by Jin Yu with a word and a stamp of his foot, like running water, and more than 30 million were wiped away.
In fact, those photos were only taken one third of the time.
………………
The scenery remains the same, but things and people have changed.
She was a little cold, and she only wore a dress in such a deep winter.
She smiled quietly and hugged her body tightly.
I found that maybe it was true, as they said, that being ruthless was very good to her.
It's hopelessly good.
But she didn't appreciate it and kept squandering the things she took for granted.
In fact, if a person is good to someone without any desire or desire, how long can he be good?
After all, there is a bottom line.
That's why in the end, he didn't want to be nice to her, so he did such a thing, tortured and humiliated her severely, and then parted ways.
Jinyu lowered her eyes to cover up the gloom in her eyes. She felt a little lost.
I don't like this feeling, and I don't like... I always think of that person.
Distraught, he got up and left.
Step by step and return along the original path.
But accidentally, the hem of her skirt caught on a branch. After all, it was a fake scenery made of rubber. The sharp points were particularly sharp. She exerted force and the hem of her skirt was completely torn apart.
The entanglement became tighter, and Jin Yu was very anxious, only to realize that he was in a hurry and forgot to bring his mobile phone.
I could only squat there without tears, helpless.[
Boqing heard the slight sound, turned around subconsciously, and vaguely saw a figure squatting in the darkness. He walked over, only to see a familiar person, with slender arms, helplessly pulling his own.
The hem of her skirt, the cold wind blew her hair, and the fragrance of her hair floated into her nose, but he felt in a trance, as if he had encountered a miracle in a place where he was lost.
