[Hong Kong Entertainment] Aoyama can't hide

Xue Jing found that there were only the two of them left, the surroundings were silent, the lights were dim, and there was such a person with glowing eyes looking at her steadily.

She wailed in her heart: What is this man trying to do?What an obvious attempt to seduce!Look at my sister again, be careful, don't be chaste!

"Why are you standing at the door?" Xue Jing was still not strong enough, and Xue Jing decided to preemptively strike someone before her face burned and she became angry and threw herself down.

Wearing a red jacket, tight jeans, and a certain person Huang who hadn't had time to take off her makeup, Xue Jing felt the air around her become thinner when she heard the news and took two steps closer.

If she looked at those dark and bright eyes for two more seconds, she might be undone.

Xue Jing thought to herself, what happened last time, what happened this time?The enemy is coming fiercely, and our side has basically no will to fight.

There is no doubt that this battle will be defeated!

The moment Xue Jing's hand was held by someone Huang, she deeply understood an old-fashioned description - the whole person was shocked by electric shock, she felt embarrassed but her hands were disobedient, obediently let others hold her hand, her heart beat like a drum, her face Red like fire.

"Follow me!" She was easily abducted under someone's soft bewitchment.

Huang Jiaju dragged Xue Jing to the roof where they "spent the night" together that day, just pushed open the door, Xue Jing was blown by the wind, finally cleared her mind, looked at the people around her, and asked stupidly.

"What are we doing here?"

"I don't know!" Huang smiled at her blindly, "When I realized it, I had already held my hand, and then I just dragged you here."

"Oh!" His hands had obvious calluses, but the palms were warm and dry. She held up the hands that they were holding in front of her and looked carefully. The joints were distinct, flexible and strong.What kind of heart, what kind of soul does the owner of these hands have, so that people can still be fascinated by him for so long after his death?

"You're looking at me like that again! I'm curious, why do you often look at me with this... kind of confused, admiring, regretful, and sad eyes?"

Huang Jiaju's voice was different from the usual brisk and clear voice, replaced by a somewhat hoarse, somewhat vague, and somewhat hesitant voice.

But Xue Jing felt extremely sexy!

Explosively sexy!

She had never encountered such a sexy voice with innocence and tenderness before.

Xue Jing couldn't restrain herself, she looked deeply at the person beside her, her heart was soft and sour, but there was also a lot of sweetness.

"Xue Jing, you are finished!"

She only wanted to do one thing at the moment, and that was—kiss him!

Before reason can stop her, her body moves!

Huang Jiaju felt his eyes darken, and Xue Jing's soft and fragrant lips were printed on him.His heart seemed to be full of flowers in an instant, and something was about to overflow.

The moment his free hand touched her lips, he gently held her face, and the kiss gradually became warmer and more intense.In the end, someone moved his lips considerately before she was about to suffocate, but his forehead was still pressed against hers, and a bright smile of satisfaction overflowed from his lips.

"I'm so happy today..." Someone smiled and murmured, his eyes were full of stars, Xue Jing couldn't help touching his eyes, unable to say anything, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

In this lonely night, the two held hands and sat side by side, shoulder to shoulder, head to head, talking tenderly and softly until dawn.

Years later, Huang Jiaju still felt happiness welling up in his heart when he recalled this night.

But at this moment, the two men and women who have just fallen in love do not anticipate what kind of future awaits them.

The "history" that Xue Jing knew turned into another fork in the second she appeared.

They set off.With the fans' blessings, the curiosity of the outside media and a group of like-minded friends set off.

Xue Jing found that in addition to the writing time, her days began to lengthen.

She spread out the paper and started to write a diary, talking to herself throughout, hoping to vent in this way and relieve the anxiety and fear in her heart.

In the rest of the time, try not to go to the Band room without him, and don't think about what to do in the next three years, what to do when that day comes.But at night, the dream was full of his voice and his smile, and some pictures that had never been seen in the previous life but inexplicably appeared in the dream, including his funeral video and related reports.

That big black and white posthumous photo made Xue Jingru be struck by lightning even in her dream!

She woke up suddenly, her heart was twisted like a knife, her whole body trembled, and she cried bitterly.

A week after she sent out the manuscript of the last book in the "Listening to the Snow Tower" series, she received a check and a contract for the collection.Sister Li came forward to help her negotiate these things.She told Sister Li that the purpose of writing novels to earn manuscript fees is to earn pension money for her.Sister Li was very touched. This daughter is not better than her own.With her many years of contacts and accumulated experience, she signed the contract under the witness of a lawyer.

When Xue Jing got [-] sets of hardcover sample books, she looked at the powerful words "Tingxuelou" and her pen name: Xue Qianxun on the cover of the ink landscape freehand brushwork, and felt a burst of emotion in her heart: I finally did it. Book thief.And the pseudonym was also stolen.But worth it.

Mr. Dong from "Ming Pao" was really surprised when he met her. He didn't expect such a young girl to write the wonderful "Listening to the Snow Tower".Since the book was serialized, it has aroused great repercussions among Hong Kong book fans.Everyone is curious, Xue Qianxun sounds like a girl's name, and they don't know what the real person looks like under such a beautiful name.

"You won't be disappointed." Mr. Dong swore to his old friend Editor-in-Chief Cha, "Absolutely lives up to his name."

Xue Jing was a little confused when she got the 150 million check.She has never earned so much money at once in her two lives, and this is not counting the royalties after the publication of the collection.

She met Mr. Dong's gentle gaze, struggling in her heart: Do you want to continue?This is a great temptation. Although the process of writing is not as easy as imagined, but with the previous works in mind, her novels are written with twice the result with half the effort.So easy to earn 150 million, 150 million in this era is very valuable, almost the maintenance cost of the musical instruments of Beyond's entire band for 3 years.

The conversion formula in her mind surprised her. If so, how much would it cost to open a studio?Regardless, it must be more than 50 anyway.Well, as long as I earn enough money and lend them to open a studio, then I don’t need to rent someone else’s, I can produce my own favorite records, and then I don’t have to go to Japan...

The naive Xue Jing seems to have seen a golden road.Full of hope, as long as there is a little possibility, she will try it.

So, she carefully asked Mr. Dong if she could take some time to read her new book.

Mr. Dong's eyes lit up, will this be another surprise?

After receiving a dozen manuscripts from the little girl, he was immediately attracted by the title - "Zhu Xian".

The author has something to say: Save the manuscript, touch the big