A Star Reborn: The Queen’s Return

Waiting for sugar?

Everyone is dizzy, Xiao Yan, you are really talented, this is a change of tricks to stimulate summer rain.

Xia Yu reluctantly raised his head: "I don't accept it."

"I don't accept it?" Xia Yan sneered. "Two times. Xia Yu, plus this time, you lost me twice on the stage, dissatisfied? OK, beat me with songs. I am afraid that you don't have this skill. ""

Anyway, everyone knows that they are falling out, she is not polite to Xia Yu.

Xia Yu loses not to lose: "There will be a day." Anyway, she can't win, it's better to say a few beautiful words, let people know that she has been persistently working hard, and can also line up Ye Xing's arrogance.

Xia Wei didn't care. She always went the arrogant route, heard the words, and grinned: "I am waiting."

Xia Yu turned and retired.

On the stage, the host was excited and excited: "The first person! The first person in the history of the Nebula song! Ye Xingzhen, she did it, and she succeeded in defending the stage from beginning to end, becoming the deserved queen of the ring!"

"Queen of the Queen!"

"The Queen of the Rings, Ye Xinghao!" cheers like a tide.

She smiled in this cheer, and gracefully thanked again and again, the glory of victory is always the strongest, and she is the most powerful goddess!

Even the producers on the stage have been arrogant for her.

“Thank you all,” Xia Xi smiled. “I will continue to work hard.”

Colorful romantic soap bubbles and colored paper spilled over and covered her.

She ended up in the hustle and bustle of this victory and turned to the background.

"Little sister, have your flowers."

The assistant Wei Wei, who stayed in the dressing room, greeted her and handed her a bouquet of bright red blood. The rose was very good, with dew, the petals were layered, the fragrance was blurred, and the smoked people were drunk. Looking at it, Xia Wei’s heart raised a certain hunch. There was once a man. After each concert, she always sent someone to send a bunch of red roses. That is...

A card was pulled out from the bouquet, and the dark-colored embossed on the black background. Sure enough, the familiar handwriting used a golden butterfly to spread the wings. Her hand trembled and the card fell to the ground.

裴子衡.

This butterfly is their secret agreement. In the past, he said that the signature would be discovered and exposed, and he came up with such a secret number and told her what he was giving. But... they said yes, this butterfly belongs to only two of them, but now, Zhai Ziheng gives it to "Ye Xingyu", the third person?

She stared at the card on the floor, and she couldn't breathe.

In the ear, Wei Wei’s voice seems to come from a very distant place: “One, two, three, four... eight flowers, oh, what is the flower language of the eight red roses? Let me check... oh, apologize, compensate ?"

Wei Wei closed her mouth in confusion.

She still looked at the little card on the ground until one hand picked it up.

That is the hand of Feng Xiao.

He looked down at the card, and she was sure he recognized what it was, but he looked as usual and only handed it over: "Give."

Xia Wei did not pick up.

He put the card on the table.

"Feng Wei, what are you doing?!" A Wei's voice.

The mighty people are coming in, and the studio is completely gone. Among them, A Wei was the first to be inserted between her and Feng Yu, and she was behind her, then glared at him: "I warn you, don't play the idea of ​​a small donkey, she sings well and is also a heavenly art, it is my cover. People, will not go to the emperor!"

Feng Xiao laughed, did not pay attention to the defending voice, but to Xia Wei: "Say good, go to have a drink together after the break?"

She only remembered the agreement with him.

After thinking about it, some things will be explained sooner or later. The more you hide, the more you become suspicious. Xia Wei called Li Lei and told him not to pick it up. Then, he bid farewell to the savage Wei Wei sound and went to Feng Xiao’s car.

"Night" bar.

Here is the industry of Fengqi, Xia Wei remembers that she was cutting the ribbon when she opened the business. Inside is a revolving hall that overlooks the city. In the past, when she was in a bad mood, she liked to go there, order a cocktail, sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass, the music is soft, the bar is quiet and the night is full of intoxication, unconsciously. The mood will be better.

I haven’t been there for a long time...?

It’s been three years since I was imprisoned by Scorpion Heng.

Xia Wei is a little embarrassed, Feng Yu has opened the door for her: "Come in, I am going tonight."

There was no one in the bar, the soft music was flowing, and the bartender wiped the glass leisurely. Xia Wei looked around, everything is familiar, frosted glass long table, floor to ceiling windows, the city's shining lights.

There was a little nostalgia in her eyes.

A familiar and low-pitched male voice came in: "The view here is very good. Someone once said that it is like being in the Xinghai. I think you will like it too. Right, there are new ones." Raspberry fruit wine, very delicious."

In the Xinghai...

That was what she said that year. I really miss that feeling and I can't experience it anywhere else. There is also raspberry fruit wine, her favorite taste. She asked for a cup of raspberry fruit wine and walked to the deck she was familiar with.

Ice and Snow Throne.

It is the most original design here, located on the outer edge of the rotating bar, a small semi-enclosed space, connected to the main body of the bar through a narrow air path. The most special thing is that its walls and floors are all transparent tempered glass, stepping on it, such as stepping into the void, the distant city at the foot, the vast starry sky above the head...

Thrilling beauty.

Xia Wei has always liked this deck. There is no more immersive Xinghai than this, and it is quiet. Few people will have the courage to cross the long and gradually transparent high-altitude plank road to bother her.

She went to the familiar position and sat down.

Slowly drink a glass of wine in the goblet, relax your mind and mind, and your thoughts begin to float. I remembered a lot of past events, happy, unhappy, pile pieces, surrounded by her like a rotating star.

Feng Yan also took a glass of wine and walked to the opposite side of her. "The 80-story sky, transparent glass floor, you dare to sit here, courage."

She looked down and glanced at the city with its lights on her feet. It was a long way away, like another vast and mysterious world, and she slowly flew on it as the bar rotated. Gently shaking the wine glass in his hand and saying, "It's clean here." When she faced the phoenix, she didn't feel calm and converge on the thorny edge. Because she already knows that he is the only true friend of his life, never hurt her, and even tried to maintain her.

Unfortunately, she understood it too late.

Feng Xiao smiled and pushed the wine at hand: "Please drink."

It was a cup of brightly colored cocktail. The deep red liquid was free of blue, red like fire and blue like ice. She tasted a bite, had the sweetness of raspberries, and had an unknown psychedelic taste.

The head was a little comfortable and dizzy. She asked, "What is this?"