"Xia Meng is so beautiful!"

Qin Fen felt that he had to grit his teeth and say this in order to express his inner excitement. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It is a simple white dress, covered with a windbreaker, and the night breeze blows like this, and people are like fairies.

Wouldn't it still be a pair of barefoot, Qin Fen sketched some pictures in his head. If that's the case, the cold won't kill you.

The white lion whimpered a few words and wanted to get up, Qin Fen snorted, and it immediately curled up back into its nest.

Qin Fen stood under the big terrace, staring at Xia Meng.

With such a close distance, two or three thousand tickets couldn't reach it before, and if you don't look at it, you can't see it.

Qin Fen ordered wine, a little excited, a little presumptuous.

Today, he Qin Fen has earned money that he may not be able to earn in his lifetime.

Today, Xia Meng became the champion again, and said what she had always wanted to say to Fang Yiwei.

"Goodbye is only masked!" Qin Fen tilted his head and looked at Xia Meng, thinking about this sentence in his heart. When she said this, Xia Meng was not beautiful, but handsome.

There is kindness to repay kindness, there is revenge and revenge, such a summer dream, Qin Fen didn't dare to say that he liked it, but he appreciated it very much.

At this point in time, Xia Meng should be sleeping, or yoga meditation.

In the past year, Xia Meng's life and rest have become a habit.

People are too concerned about the world outside of their bodies, money, fame, youth, and beauty. A serious illness, seeing that he is getting ugly day by day but there is nothing he can do, the world outside his body, so it doesn't matter at all.

To live, it turns out that it is just to live.

This is the truth that Xia Meng realized in Feilai Peak.

If it weren't for the fact that her illness was publicized, if it weren't for someone using this matter to hype, and this person was her former best friend, Fang Yiwei, Xia Meng might not have thought of participating in "The Masked Singer". She has become very indifferent when she has just recovered from a serious illness, but this does not mean that she has to be humiliated and spit on herself.

Do fans really love themselves?

It is possible, but only a small fraction. Most fans love the summer dream they imagined.

So, she is back on stage not as a fan, but for herself.

Fight for dignity!

Fight to sing if you want to!

Tonight, Xia Meng was once again successful. Although he was wearing a mask and had a strong opponent, Xia Meng still crushed the opponent.

After reaching the top, Xia Meng was a little interested, if it wasn't for the one he encountered on the way to the TV station today, Xia Meng wouldn't want to play anymore.

Xia Meng strengthened the belief in her heart, when the enemy became more and more rampant and more and more despicable, she had to sing it and slap them in the face again and again.

No one does something bad that goes unpunished.

"Are you waiting for me?" Qin Fen suddenly shouted downstairs, his face was ignorant and fearless.

Xia Meng was immersed in the theme of seriousness and justice, and was instantly disintegrated by Qin Fen's voice late at night. She jumped at Qin Fen and shouted, "Yes." ”

Xia Meng pursed her lips. Of course, it's not to wait for you, I don't sleep because I'm excited because I "exposed" my identity to Fang Yiwei, and it's because she doesn't want to go to bed so early.

In the last few days, Xia Meng has always been some strange dreams.

What kind of dream did you have, Xia Meng would quickly forget it every time she woke up. She wanted to recall a little bit, but she couldn't. However, she could conclude that it was a strange dream. In the dream, it seems to be another world, as if there is another self.

Waking up without a trace, this feeling makes people hang in the air, and it is not good.

Dreamless is the ultimate human realm, Xia Meng wants to see real people, real things, just like the boyfriend of someone else in front of him, Qin Fen, who is now pretending to be his boyfriend, he has a kind of reality that others do not have.

He won't deceive himself as well, he's actually a peerless master who has retired from the rivers and lakes...... Thinking of this, the corners of Xia Meng's mouth curled, and the two beautiful arcs were like crescents in the sky.

Crescent, beauty, Qin Fen inexplicably feels that the beauty is very lonely now.

"Beauty, sing a little song to my brother." Qin Fen laughed loudly.

What if Xia Meng is a big star, according to the genealogy, he is his fifth cousin, and it is nothing to say one or two words out of the ordinary.

"I don't sing, you sing." Xia Meng was not fooled.

Qin Fen was stunned for a moment, and with the help of wine, he slapped his palm, and sang: "Throw away the handkerchief, drop the handkerchief, gently put it on the back of the child, don't tell him." Hurry up and catch him, hurry up and catch him......" Qin Fen sang and turned, waving his hand, with a suffocated "childlike face".

Xia Meng was stunned for a moment, and then giggled.

Qin Fen was encouraged, kept turning, and kept singing.

Huang Ying secretly opened the window, poked her head out, and said in her heart, did these two fall for some evil?

After listening to it for more than ten minutes, Huang Ying wanted to roar: The old lady also wants to scream!

Yes, what about going crazy on championship night?

Qin Fen heard the sound of the window closing, and at the same time, he seemed to see Huang Ying with a look of disdain. Qin Fen finally shuttled back from that childhood time, his face turned red, and he said hello to Xia Meng and quickly flashed.

Xia Meng left the terrace, and there was a little strangeness in his heart.

If you really have a boyfriend like Qin Fen, it seems to feel good.

It's a pity, he already has a girlfriend, otherwise, Xia Meng doesn't mind making the fake come true.

Now Xia Meng is reluctant to sleep, not only because of strange dreams, but also because she wants to open her eyes every minute and every second.

This is the normal psychology of people who have just recovered from a serious illness, but it is not enough to be humane to the outside world.

Qin Fen slipped back to his room, turned on the outward surveillance of the villa, and pretended to look at it for a while.

It was late, Qin Fen quickly washed up, undressed and went to bed.

He was still a little excited, and he didn't know if the money would arrive tomorrow. As soon as it arrives, he will immediately transfer it to Hu Li. Within a month, the real estate certificate was issued, and the house officially belonged to him and Hu Li.

This time, the love owed to Xia Meng is great, Qin Fen is a little worried, how can he pay it back. I don't have to say it, I just can't wait to block that George Song's gun, and he is obligated to do it.

Also, Feilaifeng is doing a good job, and the annual income is divided into half of Xia Meng, no, it is divided into sixty percent, so it is always okay.

Qin Fen's mood gradually calmed down, and the door god mantra automatically recited silently.

Before dawn on November 15, Xia Meng woke up.

She was sure she had only slept for about three hours. She had another strange dream, and she tried to think about it, but she couldn't think of anything.

The beginning of winter has passed, the light snow has not arrived, there is some coolness outside, there is a unified plumbing and heating indoors, Xia Meng can still go to bed barefoot, and then go down to the second floor.

Xia Meng sat on the sofa in the hall on the first floor for a while, thinking of the George Song who he joked about marrying him when he was a child.

I haven't seen him for five or six years, and I don't know how he's doing now.

In terms of appearance, he is not the type that is handsome and compelling, while Qin Fen is a little rustic but has a tough appearance, and he should be able to withstand it for a while.

The key is temperament, the first heir of a big consortium, almost single-handedly has a net worth of nearly 10 billion, this temperament and aura, Qin Fen can bear it?

Qin Fen's bedroom door was hidden, and Xia Meng's ghost was a little curious: What does it look like for a big man lying on the bed on all fours?

Xia Meng was naughty, as if she had sneaked into her grandmother's room in the past and blackened her aging glasses with ink. She stood up, crept to Qin Fen's door, and pushed the door open a little.

The door was facing the bed, and there was no one on the bed.

What about people?

Xia Meng remembered that the dream she had was that she was gone.