Feng Feng opened his eyes wide and ignored his ambiguous behavior. God, how long has it been? Three months or four months? That is a massive increase, no wonder the whole nation has become a gambler. [26nbsp;]
She seemed to be watching a monster: the emperor took the driver's license exam a thousand years ago in modern times, drove a car, sang stocks, and sometimes sang a song on the stage that was highly anticipated. She suddenly felt very depressed, remembering that she was in ancient times,
I can only wait to die in a ancestral temple or a cold palace, and I don’t feel like I’m in water at all.
Li Huan, why can he be successful in everything he does? It’s really unreasonable.
Do you make money by buying stocks? Even the grandmother selling vegetables on the street is talking about stocks? Wouldn't everyone lose money? There are always people who want to pay for the bill?
He was full of confidence: "Feng Feng, I am the best at this, don't worry, I will never be the one who pays the bill."
"Then, you really won't go to the draft? Humph, Fanny asked me to watch your game tomorrow. Do you know, I voted for you in every game... In the last game, I was apart from my mobile phone.
And landlines, they also called one by one at the public telephone booth of C, and voted more than 500 votes for you..."
He was stunned and laughed again: "Do you want me to continue? If you want to watch me play, I will continue..."
"No. I hope you win because you participate in the competition. If you don't like it, I won't join in the fun. Haha, I never spend money on men... I also need money to vote! My money is saved!
Go and raise a young man after getting up..."
It's not serious anymore. However, this long-lost nonsense sounds particularly friendly, as if ten thousand years have passed. He stared at her in a daze, hoping that she would just continue to talk like this.
Fortunately, I've been talking in my ears for the rest of my life.
"Li Huan, do you really want to quit the competition?"
"Well. I've made up my mind."
She was puzzled: "Li Huan, can you say you don't go if you don't go?"
"I said I wouldn't go, but I didn't plan to enter the entertainment industry again. Are you still afraid that they won't be able to do it?" There was a hint of lonely desolation in his voice, "Feng Feng, I'm afraid of this world, I'm more and more
I don’t want to worsen the external contacts…I actually want to go back…”
Feng Feng remembered the story of Song Huizong and the Tumou Fort Incident: "How can you go back? In this world, you at least have no worries about your life, and no one comes back to chase you. If you really want to go back, how will you live?"