Chen Yingbing smiled sadly, I once thought about suicide, but I already have a little life in my belly, and he is my only concern in this world. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Don't you have a family?" Lin Xiaai was a little touched.

Chen Yingbing shook her head, "A few years ago, in order to save a girl who committed suicide, she drowned, and my mother died of depression because of this incident. ”

Thoughts become diseases, and there is no medicine for medicine.

And what about the child's father?

Chen Yingbing looked at her complicatedly and shook her head.

Lin Xiaai changed the topic, and the atmosphere was too solemn.

She raised a smile, "Sister Yingbing, do you know the promise?" ”

Chen Yingbing nodded, in their parents' time, Chen Yingbing's influence was not small, almost another trend in the eighties and nineties.

"I love commitments." Lin Xiaai was looking forward to promising to come to the crew in the afternoon to make a cameo appearance, incarnate as a little fan girl, and stepped forward to sign an autograph.

Chen Yingbing tapped her head, "Little fan, your big star can be to the crew in the afternoon." ”

Lin Xiaai is looking forward to the stars and the moon, just waiting for the promise to come.

An RV stopped at the door of the crew, Lin Xiaai immediately fidgeted, can she not be excited about acting on the same stage with her favorite star?

The promise has been on fire for more than 20 years, and now it is considered a veteran of the entertainment industry, wearing an Armani sportswear, which is also very well maintained, and looks young.

"Inherit, Teacher." Lin Xiaai blushed and stammered a little.

promised to take off his sunglasses, this is the little star who received the certificate with Gu Chengqian, his face was flushed, he was dressed like a high school student, his appearance was pure, although he was similar to Chu Ruo's appearance, he looked much more pleasing to the eye than Chu Ruo, "What's wrong?" ”

"You, you, can you sign me?" Lin Xiaai held the marker in his hand, and a thin layer of sweat appeared in his palm.

"Where's the check-in?" promised to add a little bit to Lin Xia's sense of hobby, "Are you my fan?" ”

"I grew up watching your films!" Lin Xiaai pointed to his white tracksuit jacket and the position of his chest.

"Oh?" Promise suddenly became interested, but she wanted to know how much Lin Xiaai knew about her, "Tell me." ”

Lin Xiaai spoke eloquently, almost all her films, big and small, even the roles she played in them, some of which she forgot what their names were, Lin Xiaai could remember them clearly.

"Looks like you're really a fan of mine!" The promise also wrote a string of numbers after the signature: "This is my contact information." ”

Lin Xia loves this to be excited, to see her idol, or the kind of promise she thinks can only be approached by her own efforts.