572 Fishing Idol (38)

"By the way." Su Na thought of something and explained obediently to the other party: "I have never looked for Nanlian River."

"Also, I didn't know on the set that he and Guan Lin were a couple. I wasn't there at the time, and no one told me about it later."

I just feel that Nan Lian Xi's performance is too proactive. It seems fake.

The boy's warm hand held hers, his chin rested on the girl's neck, and his breath sprayed as he spoke: "I know everything."

He believed her.

The bony hands curled up slightly, and Shi Lin frowned, feeling that they were given an advantage by the crew at that time.

Just because the little girl doesn't want him to interfere doesn't mean that he can't use other methods to secretly guide her.

Suna felt relieved. It was just because I was afraid that he would misunderstand that I felt the need to explain.

Others can misunderstand, but feelings need to be actively swept away.

She has high requirements for emotional purity. If the other person can do it, she can do the same.

As for what happened this time, Suna was not afraid at all. After all, she has a body-worn system, which is equivalent to carrying an invisible camera. Just let the system intercept the truth when the time comes.

Direct and clear.

But she couldn't bear this grievance in vain. Since Guan Lin had prepared so painstakingly, she would naturally have to give them a gift in return, which was a suit type.

A few days later, the Internet was still abuzz with Bai Yuna's failed attempt to hug someone else's lap. Ye Hong hurriedly contacted the relevant media to suppress the matter. Unfortunately, there was a lack of evidence and the effect was not ideal.

Activities that we had previously contacted had to be canceled one after another.

There was a lot of condemnation, and the pressure of public opinion from all sides was like a mountain that was overwhelming and breathless.

<The grapefruit is ripe: After waiting for so long, there is no official explanation. I’m afraid this time it’s a real deal. I used to like her a lot...>

〈Where are your photos: Can this thing be reversed? But the video expresses it clearly enough, so I’ll just clean it up. 〉

<Succulent Grape: Haha, I tried to hug my thigh but ended up overturning. If you have the ability not to tie up someone else's CP, why don't you find one yourself? 〉

<Hot Dog Kuhl: I have already imagined how this woman came here before... I guess she made a lot of deals in private. He didn't have enough strength in his debut, but he was able to get signed by Guanghua as he wished. 〉

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Ye Hong was busy outside for a long time and remembered to call Bai Yuna to remind her not to act rashly or go out casually.

"Hello?" came the girl's soft and hazy voice in the early morning on the phone, as if she was still asleep under the quilt.

Ye Hong was quiet for a few seconds and asked, "What are your thoughts recently?"

"Yes." Suna stretched out his arm from the quilt, turned over lazily, and approached the receiver: "I have new inspiration."

"I'm writing a song for the niggas."

"..."

Ye Hong reacted and felt that her idea was surprising. I originally planned to comfort her with a few words, but my prepared words got stuck in my throat.

"Sister Hong, don't worry about the evidence. I have a way to get it. Just have a good rest these days."

Ye Hong: "..."

Did they say their lines backwards?

"Uh, can you really get the evidence?" Ye Hong was stuck for a long time before he remembered what he should ask the most.

Suna closed his eyes and yawned, "Well, let the bullets fly for a while."

How many people tried to take the opportunity to push her, but she fell miserably when she fell.

The room was quiet at noon, and the sunlight fell on the manuscript paper on the table. There was a small potted plant on the corner of the table, and the mobile phone next to it was charging.

Suna's lyrics were almost revised, so he sent them out.

[Nanazi: How is it? 】