374 What made me meet you like this (five watches)

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Get up and bow.

Her expression was more serious than ever, as well as reverent.

The man in her mouth, that must be an extremely good person.

Yan Jin couldn't help but think so, it must be a very, very precious man who would make her expression and voice full of weight at the moment.

Obviously it was pointed out by Qianfu, the embroidered pillow that was useless in the past, today it makes people can't take their eyes off it, and people have to respect her.

Even the screen swiping in the live broadcast room stopped briefly the moment she bent down and bowed.

No criticism or blasphemy could be applied to this serious and pious beautiful woman at this time.

She is serious, and this time she should be very serious and serious about falling in love.

Even if Yan Jin didn't like this female artist before, she felt that her heart was slightly hot at this moment, and she couldn't help but have the idea of blessing this female artist.

Yes.

Blessing.

Only blessings can be worthy of the expression that she cherishes this feeling at this moment, and the serious declaration.

Her ordinary language seems to say what their girls once hidden.

How can I catch up with the excellent school grass?

How do you fall in love with a cool and handsome company owner?

To be better!

Try to make yourself shine brighter!

Let them discover their own light and never be willing to leave.

What a similar careful thought, pure and sweet girlish feelings.

For the first time, Yan Jin felt that she might need to re-examine the female artist in the video screen who bowed for three seconds and was burdened with a lot of infamy.

If you don't understand love, if your private life is overflowing and shameless, how can you understand such feelings?

"I kind of want to cry. Lin Yourong, come on. ā€

"When you grow up, tell us his name, and it's a word. ā€

"Women always carry more and love more than men. ā€

"The baby will be happy if he rewards a hundred roses, right?"

Just now it was a group of men who were rudely mourning their dream lovers, and now it is a group of girls who are moved by love to pour water.

Even the technical team of the stone tool platform was almost amazed when they monitored the data.

Now the number of live viewers is already three times as many as in the morning.

Lin Yourong, this out-of-fashion artist, is even more popular than ducks.

"Wait!"

Just when many people were about to leave the live broadcast room, suddenly a voice sounded on the screen.

Soon, the live broadcast screen switched to the audience in the conference room.

Zhang Chenchen, an entertainment reporter from City Lights, asked an extremely tricky question just now, and now he stood up again.

Obviously, he didn't want Lin Rong to leave the scene like this.

Such a seemingly bland and hasty ending, but Zhang Chenchen knows very well that now this actress who is about to wither has returned to a city.

Of course, you can't just let her go, it ends perfectly.

"Miss Lin, is it that the man who doesn't recognize your identity at all? Acknowledging the relationship is a matter for both parties. If it's just one-sided, it's a crush, a bitter love, or even a broken love. Excuse me, you used to have intimate contact with many men, and the relationship was unclear, did you make the man in the photo refuse to give you a name?"

"This time, is it a love that is preparing for an underground relationship, a love that will die when you see the light?"

"If the other party is a man, he should stand up, right?"

Zhang Chenchen pointed out her death point very viciously and directly.

This is a question that cannot be evaded, and it is extremely acute.

Many girl IDs in the live broadcast room jumped out one after another, wanting to fight upset.

Although this is true, it destroys the beautiful expectations of love in the hearts of girls.

It really and directly reveals the truth of the matter, the bloody cruelty.

Yes, if the other party really loves her, how can she wait until she succeeds?

Love, where is an exam, is it eligible to get love only if you reach the passing line?

Zhang Chenchen is a reporter born in a professional class, and when he saw blood, he pointed out the problem.

Yan Jin's hand holding the mouse was also clenched tightly, and he was really nervous for Lin Rong at this moment.

Lin Rong in the picture, in the conference room of Nuoda, looks extremely petite.

With slender and slender legs, a standard weak willow waist, narrow shoulders, and a small face with a big palm, everything seems to be petite.

At this moment, Zhang Chenchen, who is dancing with his teeth and claws, is like a big man who bullies weak women.

However, Lin Rong did not flinch at all, and when she heard the voice, she stopped wanting to leave.

Xu Shuheng next to him wanted to take her away, but she stopped her with her eyes.

"You must not have liked someone very much. Lin Rong looked at Zhang Chenchen calmly.

The other party's face turned black all of a sudden, "What nonsense are you talking about, please answer my question head-on, don't divert irrelevant topics!"

Lin Rong smiled lightly, and his pink face was like a blooming begonia flower, blooming in the sun, "You must not have loved it very much, so you don't understand." I love it, so I cherish it. I cherish it, so I work hard. ā€

"You don't understand, so you're going to ask me those questions. Lin Rong stretched out his hand and brushed it to his ear, "There is no love in my heart, so everyone is a devil." ā€

Zhang Chenchen burst out almost all of a sudden, "Miss Lin Yourong, don't you add to the crime! Respect reporters, respect others, don't you understand!"

In the live broadcast room, almost the moment he spoke, a screen of boos burst out.

Obviously, many people feel that Lin Rong is right.

On the contrary, Zhang Chenchen's face and vulgar words at the moment could not be compared with Lin Rong, who was as indifferent as a flower and had a beautiful word.

It's not a level at all!

Yan Jin felt relieved, and suddenly felt that Lin Yourong was very powerful, even more talented than she imagined. At that time, she strongly criticized that the duck was Lin Yourong's words, and now she regrets it a little, of course, the duck can't really be Lin Yourong.

However, this female artist is also educated, she reads more than a reporter, and her words are also pleasant and quiet.

It's not just an embroidered pillow.

While Yan Jin was thinking, Lin Rong finally got up and left the main table in the conference room.

Originally, according to the plan, Lin Rong should follow Xu Shuheng to leave quickly from the side door and go back to the studio in the nanny car immediately, but she also changed her mind.

She made a steady step and finally walked to Zhang Chenchen's side.

"I used to be a singer too. ā€

"It occurred to me that there was a song that was perfect for answering your question. ā€

She chuckled and her red lips opened slightly, revealing her white and neat teeth.

There was no music, but the moment she spoke, the jumping notes seemed to land in the room.

"I am the dust of the universe,

Wandering in this vast sea of people,

Who's bosom ...... fell into by chance?"

"What is it that made me meet you like this,

What makes me stop doubting myself,

What is it that makes me no longer afraid of losing,

In this vast sea of people, I met you......"

It was only a short paragraph, and she had already reached the center of the gate.

With a wave of his hand, he opened the door.

The sound as if it had been kissed by an angel slowly faded away......