Chapter 3681

y that this villa is Chang Siyuan's private house.Mingfei saw those surveillance facilities in the underground wine cellar, and there were all kinds of props and things for live broadcast in a decorat...Chapter 3681

also wrote that line.

he strode past, just a passing figure, but she painted him so vividly in clothes and profile.

there is no denying that the painter knows that only by engraving it in his head and in his heart can he be painted completely without seeing himself.

Yao Jing had a sore heart. She wanted to take away the picture book. After thinking about it, she pretended not to see it and put it back.

suddenly George's voice came from the living room. "Joe, sing us a song!"

he found a guitar in his study and threw it to Qiao Bolin.

Qiao Bolin smoked on the high stool in front of the bar, held his arm firmly in his hand, pressed the cigarette, casually played a few notes, and laughed, "what are you singing"

George laughed, "anything"

Qiao Bolin clasped his guitar in his hands, tuned his voice, and opened his voice slowly.

I stood on the roof of the dusk light

I heard the sound of love

subtle reaction suddenly thought of you

this tacit understanding feels like a mystery

heart a little anxious and a little angry

you should not give up

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guitar sound delicate and steady, but also seems to hit the heart of the penetration, with a man's low magnetic voice In the silence of winter night word by word rang,

recently I have the same mood as you

it is something like love

on the same day found that love is close to

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that's love, not maybe

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We are both strange and familiar

Love seems to come carefully

I want to ask you if you believe that

Love is so beautiful

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the world is ruthless

Thank you for loving you. I'd love to hear

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the man bowed his head slightly, the light above his head was dim, and the light and darkness converged on him. There was also a blend of melancholy and firmness on his handsome side face, which was integrated into his melodious tone.

George was lying on the back of the sofa, fascinated, and followed the chorus in his special tone.

"I'm a little anxious and a little angry, can you not give up"

Qiao Bolin, "I'm crossing the street. Where are you"

George sings, "she's right here!"

Qiao Bolin was interrupted, raised his lips and smiled and looked up at Yao Jing.

facing each other, Yao Jing found herself staring at Qiao Bolin all the time. After looking at each other for a moment, she suddenly turned her head and walked towards the railing.

the sound of the guitar went on behind him, and so did the men. George sang harder and harder. Qiao Bolin simply played the guitar and let him sing by himself.

when the snowflake fell on the back of Yao Jing's hand, she looked up hindsight and found that she didn't know when it was snowing.

and it is falling heavily, just like the goose feather snow in the north city, rustling down, the bustling night scene of the river city is covered by heavy snow at this moment, and everything in front of it becomes white. calm and cold, probably refused the girl, the girl apologized in embarrassment and left.soon arrived at Ling Jiuze. He ordered the meal. After paying, he went to the side to wait and glanced back at...