Jingsa VS Huangfu Night 13
I don’t believe it when I see Jingsa. Dongcheng smiled. Who said that Brother Bing can listen to the green flowers in the army? I am a soldier, too. So don’t underestimate Brother Bing.
Of course.
Take the microphone music prelude next to the singing platform together, and as soon as Dongcheng opens her voice, Nell is shocked, because this is the first time for her to listen to her husband sing. Damn it, your sister won’t go to the good news and be blind. Jingsa naturally doesn’t lag behind others, and all kinds of enchanting dances are accompanied by er. Fortunately, she wore tight jeans to attend this party. If she wore a skirt, she got a lot of ice cream today.
Ow! Ow! Jingsa is so handsome!
Zhang Linlin booed the most. Several men thought it was rare for a woman to jump such a thing as a steel pipe.
With the rhythm behind, Jingsa held the steel pipe in her hand and made a rotation, and then her legs split into a word. This game was boiling.
good
Rose ceng was so scared that Dongcheng cried and went out of tune. Then she stared at her tiger’s eyes and smiled. She stopped and sat down, but clapping was still unforgettable.
After a song, JingSa dumped her hair and looked at Dongcheng with a thumbsup.
Yes, Brother Bing can still sing Adam so tastefully.
And Dongcheng is not stingy with his praise.
You dance very well, too. Sometimes you can teach our family.
It’s nice to have a person who knows so much about pain and heat, but she doesn’t have this kind of pediatric interaction with anyone.
N but I can’t help it. The bride is a pregnant woman. It’s already a very jubilant performance. Jingsa looks at them with a smile and is like being in harmony, but her mind is like being sick and thinking of the face of Huangfu Night.
Damn it, what’s wrong with you? Isn’t it enough to think of him?
Come out of the private room and get some air outside. When the phone rings, she will be suspection.i night, but it’s Mu Chen Tong.
hello
I heard you went to Beijing.
JingSa one leng not white how did he know his trip?
Yeah, what’s wrong?
Feeling that there was no need to lie, Jingsa agreed.
Nothing I want to say. I’m also in Beijing. Someone wants to buy my gallery. I’m driving to the gallery to talk to others.
Jing Sa, a gallery, suddenly remembered what a pity that the house filled with Tong Muchen’s paintings was fresh and elegant to sell.
Are you really willing to sell it? Isn’t it your dream for Tong Muchen to open your own gallery?
Jingsa felt that she should be drunk before discussing his dream with him. Tong Muchen touched it for a while, but she didn’t know what to say. She did what she wanted to do, but she knew that it was all designed by him, but there would be a strong feeling in her heart, like a heartwarming a href” arge”bnk .
Dreams can’t be eaten as meals. I can’t help it if my family needs it.
Now this sentence is from the heart. Jing Sa suddenly thought of how painful it would be for a painter to look at those digital statements representing money every day if he wanted to support himself by his dreams.
It is not easy for everyone in this world to live.
Some people have money but don’t want it.
Some people who have no money are desperate to make money.
People are eager to have nothing.
Yes, everyone has their own nai.
JingSa dozen words stretched out his hand and scratched the window in front of him again and again. At this moment, she never thought that she would chat with Tong Mu Chen calmly like a longlost old friend. If she felt uncomfortable when she saw him at first, then now she seems to be white. That’s just the sense of dependence in her heart.
But dependence is not equal to love.
She is very white
Jingsa has something I wanted to give you for a long time, but I have never had a chance. I know you were short of weight when you came to Beijing this time. I don’t know if you can come to the gallery now. I can give you something in my heart.
Things are now JingSa mouth slightly open thinking that she shouldn’t go, but she just wondered what Tong Muchen would give herself.
Okay, wait for me.
It’s late, it’s not late at night, and it’s not inconvenient for her to leave after she finishes her things. She told Rose to leave the party and Jingsa ran to the gallery.
Tong Muchen leaned against the front of the black MercedesBenz car and put his hand in his suit pocket. He looked at the floortoceiling window of the gallery. There was a picture full of sunflowers, which was Jingsa’s favorite flower, because she said sunflowers were the bravest and most optimistic. Every day, the pursuer’s sun was ordinary, unlike other flowers, which could not withstand the wind and rain. She said that she wanted to be a woman like sunflowers.