Jing Weiwei slipped out of He Mingchen's arms like a loach. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info walked towards the man who was shouting for the microphone.

The pace is shaky. She stretched out her little white hand, so that the person who was immersed in the song instantly sobered up.

"Give it to me", a soft, non-commanding tone.

The devil sent the gods, and the man was stunned and handed out his wheat. Jing Weiwei took the microphone and did not order a song. She smiled brightly at He Mingchen, lightly opened her red lips, and poured out a soft singing voice:

"I lay in bed and couldn't sleep at night, everything was going through my mind like a black and white movie, and all I had in my heart was you,"

"You know you're blinding me ・・・・・・"

Loud background music, flickering multicolored lights. He Mingchen couldn't hear or see all of this. Jing Weiwei was left alone in his eyes.

Someone turned off the background music in response to the occasion, and the people in the box were unconsciously attracted by Jing Weiwei's clean and soft voice and quieted down.

Jing Weiwei's singing voice has a faint hoarseness, and her singing voice has a story.

She was telling He Mingchen about the helplessness of separation, the torment of longing. He Mingchen, for more than a thousand nights when you were sleepless, Jing Weiwei was also suffering from pain.

You can complain about Jing Weiwei without saying goodbye, what can Jing Weiwei complain about?

You just lost your lover, Jing Weiwei not only lost her lover, but also lost her relatives. No, she doesn't even have the sustenance to be able to resent and hate.

It's just that there are lovers in the world who have no fate.

Jing Weiwei walked towards He Mingchen step by step. In these few short steps, every step she took seemed to be stepping on He Mingchen's heart, making his heart flutter with it.

At a distance of only one step from him, "Weiwei," He Mingchen exclaimed.

Jing Weiwei faded and fell directly into He Mingchen's arms.

A faint fragrance, mixed with the rich smell of wine, extinguished it.

He Mingchen hugged Jing Wei slightly. I heard a soft voice in my arms:

"Mingchen, I want to go home, take me home・・・・・・"

The little woman in her arms rubbed into his arms unsatisfied, until her slightly hot little face clung to his chest.