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"Of course, I can even endure the insults of Japanese devils. How could the Night Emperor lose his mentality after saying two words. ”

Jian Wuya smiled reluctantly, I'll give another call.

Everyone looked at him sympathetically, in fact, this call could be made another day, after all, it was the middle of the night.

It stands to reason that his group of martial arts practitioners should have gone to bed a long time ago.

However, because they wanted to contact the Night Emperor, they were extremely excited, so the bigwigs lost sleep one after another and chose to gather to contact the Night Emperor.

Take a deep breath, pick up your phone, and dial it.

Jian Wuya had a smile on his face, thinking about how to persuade him.

However, the moment he heard the voice on his phone, he was messy.

The big guys are also quite messy.

"Hello, the user you dialed is on a call......

Syllable!

The phone fell to the ground, and Jian Wuya sat on the sofa, looking at the ceiling, with a look of "no love" on his face, "In order to prevent me, you actually blocked my number?"

At such a late hour, it is impossible for Qin Hao to be on the phone, the only possibility is to block it.

Everyone was also very sad, but compared to the Sword Saint who had been hit repeatedly, he still had the ability to sympathize.

They looked at Jian Wuya, whose faces were full of frustration, and they were a little funny in their hearts: The famous Sword Saint was actually regarded as an insurance seller, and he was blocked?

This Night Emperor is really a strange person with a personality!

Silence, long silence,

Because of the embarrassment, no one had the intention of opening up.

After a long time, Liu Lao couldn't stand it, "Why don't I try another one?"

He was sixty years old, and he didn't step on the bed at this time, and his body was a little unbearable to suffer with these young people.

"Forget it. ”

Jian Wuya smiled bitterly: "It's not good for us to disturb people at night, let's wait until tomorrow or next time." ”

said this, but in fact, what I meant from the bottom of my heart was: If I get through to you and talk about it, where will my old face go?

Liu Lao felt that it made sense, and asked his peers around him with his eyes, and everyone smiled bitterly.

"So let's decide. ”

In the end, Yang Dingtian could only agree with Jian Wuyan's words.

Late at night, approaching the door, taking off his high heels and throwing them on the ground, An Hongyu sat barefoot on the sofa.

After sitting down, she looked back and saw that the expensive crystal heels had been broken under her feet.

"Am I pushing too hard? Why am I like this?"

An Hongyu was distressed, those high heels were her graduation work after leaving school, and she has been following it for four years.

Today, he was rudely broken by himself.

"Why am I like this?"

An Hongyu rubbed her temples deeply, and the grievances and bitterness on her face would be sympathetic to any man when she saw it.

There was a day's cold coffee on the table, and after she took a sip, she already remembered why.

It's Qin Hao.

Ever since the man left, it felt like there was an empty area in her heart.

Of course, she knew that she was desperately missing that strange man, not because of love, but because of regret.

Since Qin Hao left, the 'Huaxia Blue' fashion began to be tried on by various male models in turn.

From the local supermodels in China, to the whole country, and finally, in order to meet her long-cherished wish, An Hongyu personally invited the world's top male models.

The cost is naturally not small, but unfortunately, top male models can wear clothes very tastefully.

However, there was always something missing.

Therefore, the mirror continues, and Huaxia Blue still hasn't found a suitable male model.

Because of Mr. An's madness, the company's internal personnel have dared to dissuade him many times, saying that the clothes are very good-looking, there is no need to be too demanding, as long as people like it.

An Hongyu was not happy, but it was not angry. She is a Virgo and has OCD in her eyes.

Moreover, she was able to get to this point, not by virtue of the word "will".

On the contrary, it is the pursuit of excellence and continuous search that its clothing company will become so big.

It's early in the morning, maybe it's a coffee attack, and An Hongyu can't sleep.

At the same time, Qin Hao's voice would often flash in his mind.

She muttered: "The more I think about it, the more it fits, really, except for him, there is no man who is suitable for my Huaxia Blue." It's a pity ......"

She didn't continue, but her heart was infinitely sad.

Turning on the TV, An Hongyu returned to the sofa, holding a glass of freshly poured red wine in her hand.

Since you can't sleep, let's stay up all night.

An Hongyu thought to herself, and kept pressing the remote control, and the picture on the TV changed infinitely.

When jumping to the Huaxia Sports Table, An Hongyu originally wanted to continue pressing the remote control.

However, the green finger quietly stopped.

The sports station broadcasts a replay of the evening track and field competition.

An Hongyu actually doesn't like sports, but she still stares at the screen intently, as if she is so focused on her favorite things.

"Run, run, we Chinese people run, Qin Hao, Qin Hao, he won the first place, and broke the world record!"

The crazy roar of the commentary made An Hongyu's whole body excited, half of it was because he saw the Chinese people win the championship, and the other half was ......

is that Qin Hao on TV is no one else, it is the male model he thinks about day and night!

Smack!

Bang dang!

The remote control and wine glass fell to the floor.

Wine stains and glass shards stained the floor, but An Hongyu stood up suddenly, her eyes blooming with excitement: "Found it! I finally found Qin Hao!"

Subconsciously found her mobile phone and was about to dial it, but she paused: "No, I still don't know Qin Hao's phone?"

"But it doesn't matter, he's a member of the sports team, just find their coach or the person in charge. ”

After many days, An Hongyu smiled, smiling so happily, with the feeling that a little girl got her beloved candy.

In the middle of the night, of course, she couldn't dial Qin Hao's boss's phone.

However, she can choose to harass her best friend first.

"Hey ......"

On the phone, the girlfriend's voice was lazy and angry.

"Fangfang, it's me!"

An Hongyu's voice was very excited.

"Of course I know it's you. Our little Mr. An, find some work to wake me up in the middle of the night, but are you ready to be kneaded?"

An Hongyu's face turned red: "Fangfang, don't joke with you, I found him!"

"Who?"

"The same guy I talked about last time?"

"Oh, daddy Qin Hao?"

"That's right, it's him!"

An Hongyu held the microphone tightly.

"What's going on?"

On the other side, Fangfang, who was half-awake, opened her eyes and was happy.

An Hongyu told the process again, and Fang Fang was surprised: "I didn't expect that handsome guy dad to be a sports athlete." But here's the problem, you used to be able to sign someone for half the price. Now that people have become celebrities at that time, the price has increased at least tenfold! No, my circle of friends seems to have been swiped by sprint stars at night...... I didn't pay attention at the time, how could I have thought that it was actually a daddy?"

"Even my group of money-worshipping girlfriends who don't like sports are touting Qin Hao...... Isn't his flow going to break through the sky?"

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