But love is still love after all, she admits that she loves Rong Xun and can't resist the man she loves, but if Qingran is really dead, in this life, she can't feel at ease, in the face of death, love is already pale to thin.

Why, can you still love.

"Miss Wen Er, it's time to play!" AICE reminded her that Su Jiuge came back to her senses.

The staff was helping her sort out the final dress and makeup, and the woman smiled lightly, her eyebrows and eyes were full of brilliance, and she walked onto the stage.

At the focus of the magnesium lamp, in the sight of the crowd, at the focal length connection, the women are vivid, step by step, and the waist is gently twisted, enchanting and dignified.

There is only one person in the world who is beautiful.

The show was in a wrap-around shape, and each person only had a short time of more than twenty seconds, Su Jiuge went around in half a circle, and was about to walk off the stage, there was a clear loud noise, and there seemed to be no problem in the crowd, and the woman's cold eyebrows and eyes were cold, and she quickly hid to the side.

It is said that luck will always be lucky, and disasters will always exist.

The ghost fetus has been buried in everyone's heart, but it is only the difference between restraint and presumptuousness.

There seemed to be a scream of fear in his ears, and Su Jiuge didn't have time to think, so he stretched out his hand to pull the woman who was walking behind him and didn't have time to dodge: "Be careful," but as soon as her hand touched the woman, the woman moved violently to push Su Jiuge away, accompanied by the loud sound of falling, as well as the screams of the woman, and the noise of the venue.

The surroundings seemed to be very cold, that kind of cold, not penetrating to the bones, ethereal around, Su Jiuge couldn't even feel it for a moment, he could only open his eyes and watch this farce.

It is a farce that is incomparably noisy and makes people laugh.

One of the beams in the venue came loose and fell down.

The woman who was smashed was rushed to the hospital.

Su Jiuge is wearing a starry sky skirt, and she is still so beautiful that she charms all beings, but beauty has been the standard for snakes and scorpions since ancient times.

"Xiao Jiu." Rong Xun came to the stage and took the motionless woman in his arms.

The whisper even turned into a loud noise, which was clear to the ear.

Su Jiuge looked at his hands and curled his eyebrows: "Are they all scolding me?"

How much sensation her appearance has brought is accompanied by jealousy and heated discussions.

She's calm, or there's nothing to excite her.

"You can't hear anything." Rong Xun covered the woman's ears with his big hand and said softly, "I'll take you away."

Rong Xun picked up the woman horizontally and forcibly buried her head in his arms.

Su Jiuge's eyes widened, his eyes filled with coldness.

People who can use their hands and feet in the show can know who there is with their eyes closed.

That woman, but also one of them.

When will she Su Jiuge be jealous of so many people.

Back at the hotel, Su Jiuge stood in front of the mirror without any emotion, reaching out to unzip her skirt, but because the design was hidden and still behind her, she couldn't pull it open, pondered, and still spoke: "Mr. Chief, help me."

Rong Xun walked over, gently helped the woman pull the zipper, and looked at her unusually cold face: "Xiao Jiu, don't use this appearance to me."

Cold, contemptuous, as if in her heart, he really was like that.

Su Jiuge's mood did not change, maybe at this time, there was nothing to say, and there was nothing shy, he took off his starry sky skirt in front of him, walked over directly, opened the wardrobe and took out the cotton soft pajamas, his voice was cold and unspeakably weak: "You have at least always said a little right," the woman got dressed and turned her head to look at him: "But you are only half right, I love you, but I love Qingye even more."