Guide to Stabilizing the Blackening of the Villainous Husband

Their voices are not loud, but a few of them are very eye-catching, and the surrounding eyes still gather here.

Song Zhi stayed for a few seconds, as if being slapped in the head.

——Ling Zhen is Mr. Wei’s wife? ! ? !

Then she, she didn't know what she said before, is it because she has been watching her jokes? ?

Song Zhi felt very embarrassed and at the same time felt unbelievable. She is beautiful and can dance. She has been a goddess of others since she was a child, and she has been chased by many people. Since Wei Xi had agreed to come out to see her before, wasn't it because he was interested in her?

She recalled the short meal. Although the man had been very cold, she thought it was due to his character. And she herself likes this man very much.

What now? What does he mean? ?

Song Zhi felt that she had been fooled from start to finish.

In the distance, the few friends from the south just now covered their mouths.

Is it too slapped? After talking for a long time, they didn't come for her at all...

Ling Zhen was still immersed in the anger. She didn't notice the eyes around her. She raised her chin and looked at Song Zhi condescendingly: "Is there anything else?"

Song Zhi glanced at Wei Xi, but the man didn't even give her any eyeballs. The thin lips were curled at the corners of the lips, looking down at the girl in front of them.

Her face finally turned blue and white, and the rhinestones on her evening dress became extremely heavy. Song Zhi squeezed his fist, and finally turned and strode away without saying a word.

Ling Zhen's tense face only loosened, and his shoulders collapsed.

She is not in a fighting state anytime, anywhere, in fact, it is very tiring.

Ling Zhen let out a small sigh, and suddenly, a chuckle came from above his head.

As soon as she raised her head, she ran into Wei Xi's dark eyes unexpectedly.

The eyes were full of smiles at this time.

Wei Xi lowered her head slightly, and whispered with a volume that only the two of them could hear: "...wife?"

Ling Zhen's ears exploded and his face flushed.

She yelled so smoothly just now, like an aggressive chicken facing a bad bug. But now that Wei Xi called out this name with an aura, Ling Zhen suddenly felt super ashamed.

Especially, because Wei Xi's actions were very intimate, as soon as he lowered his head, the people peeking around all pretended to look at the sky and looked away.

But it was good for them not to move. Once they moved, Ling Zhen realized how many people were watching.

They watched her and shouted at the little fairy: His wife is me! I! !

Ling Zhen felt a rush of heat coming from the top of his head, and the palm of his face was flushed with blood.

She felt that she would not dare to stay here for a second, and put down the glass in a hurry, and she didn't finish drinking the blueberry juice.

Then her eyes fluttered and said: "You play first, I, I will go backstage to change clothes first -"

After speaking, Ling Zhen ran away in a panic.

Wei Xi curled her lips, drank the rest of her blueberry juice in one gulp, and then walked in the direction of her escape slowly.

Ling Zhen ran into the dressing room of their dance troupe with her face covered, and "clicked" to put the lock on.

There was a little girl in the room who had just tried on her clothes. Ling Zhen didn't know her well. It seemed that she was the girl who had to give her the first row of the bus when she returned to City A.

Seeing Ling Zhen, she smiled without embarrassment: "Sister Zhenzhen, didn't you go to the front to eat something?"

The heat on Ling Zhen's face did not go away, and he replied in a daze, "I have eaten, oh-there is a round white cake on top is delicious, you can try it later."

The little girl packed her things and nodded: "Okay."

When Wei Xi saw which locker room Ling Zhen had entered, he walked to the door of the room unhurriedly and started knocking on the door.

In the room, Ling Zhen's whole body exploded, staring at the door of the dressing room as if facing an enemy.

Wei Xi knocked on the door at a constant speed, her voice calm: "Ling Zhen, open the door."

No one opened.

Wei Xi was very patient, and continued to knock for a while, her voice lowered a little, but it still spread clearly into the room.

"Baby, open the door."

The room was super quiet.

After a minute, the door was opened from inside.

Wei Xi stepped back a bit and saw an unknown young girl emerging from the door, blushing and afraid to look at him.

The little girl dared to look back when she had gone a little farther. Then he saw the former big gold master of their regiment, pulling the door of his house without changing his face, and walked into the locker room.

She turned her head and covered her mouth.

What's the name baby...

It's too Su too oh oh oh oh!

Who would have thought that such a cool handsome guy would be a baby! ! Who can! ! !

Wei Xi opened the door, and after walking in, he turned back and locked the door again.

There was no one in the dressing room, his eyes swept around, and he walked towards the hanger.

Behind the hanger with all kinds of dance clothes, the little girl was hiding inside, blinking blankly innocent eyes.

Wei Xi bent over, hooked her knees, and hugged the person to the dressing table.

"Hidden what?"

Ling Zhen actually hadn't recovered yet.

To be honest, the emotions she has experienced these past few days have not let her relax. Sorrow, grievance, jealousy, feeling dominated by these strange, never-experienced moods, is not good.

And these emotions were suddenly revealed, and they were clearly grasped by the man in front of them, which made Ling Zhen panic a little instinctively.

Wei Xi lowered her eyes, watching her expression carefully, her black eyes faded a little bit.

After a while, he said coldly: "Not willing?"

He was very bad in nature and shameless. He wanted to satisfy his dark and unknowing sex, so he guided her to say that little by little and calmly.

But the little girl returned to God, still unwilling to declare her possession of him in front of so many people.

Although he was willing to hold it in both hands and handed it to her.

The man's breath became cold, and the cedar and mint flavours intertwined with a hint of coolness.

Ling Zhen shook his legs and suddenly realized that the smell on his body had a magical power that calmed her down. She smelled the good smell, and her panic and anxiety stabilized a lot.

Unknown emotions are indeed scary. But she doesn't just escape.

So she raised her small face and sighed: "Just say it, what else can be done."

If someone else knows it, she will know it. In a big deal, she will be accustomed to such things as being taken care of by the president of XX.

Wei Xi's cold breath stagnated.

The little girl poked his waist and snorted: "I still have something to say. You will pick me up after the performance is over in a while."

It's a semi-command tone.

But it makes people lose their minds, and a hint of joy is lifted up.

Wei Xi: "Good."

Ling Zhen thought about it, and continued: "Then you have to watch the show!"

Wei Xi's lips curled up: "Okay."

Ling Zhen grinned his teeth and said with a grunt, "Look, she dances well or I dance well!"

The performance is about to officially begin.

There were performers everywhere in the backstage of the theater, Ling Zhen called everyone together, found a clean place, and passed it one last time.

Such a high-profile stage is indeed very stressful. Song Ling's body is a little tight, and she asks Ling Zhen as she moves her body: "Sister Zhenzhen, aren't you nervous?"

Ling Zhen's expression was very calm.

After she finished her styling, she combed her hair all the way to the back of her head, revealing a smooth and full forehead. The eyelashes are long, the nose tip is delicate, the lips are red, and he wears a dance skirt with white gauze and red threads, like a fairy who has fallen into the world.

"I'm not nervous," Ling Zhen smiled, "I want to get on stage as soon as possible."

After Song Ling moved her limbs, she asked uncertainly: "What if I get nervous and don't jump well?"

Ling Zhen looked at her, her clear black eyes with calming power: "Don't be afraid."

"Just follow me to dance."

Ling Zhen had been preparing for this dance for a long time, but now he only had expectations for the stage and the determination to prove it to someone.

On the other hand, Song Zhi's condition is not good.

She grew up so old that she hadn't lost such a person, and her mentality was about to collapse.

However, at this time, the company she was bound to did not know that the line between her and Wei Xi was broken before it was set up, and the marketing was still carried out according to the plan.

Last time, the hot search of #宋芷评凌真# was just a foreshadowing. The real goal of the company is tonight. Before the performance began, the company began to build momentum for her performance tonight, and repeated the old tricks, pulling Ling Zhen out to back up.

By the time #宋芷凌真同台# was on the hot search, Song Zhi had already stood on the stage of the Grand Theater.

Just now in the background, many acquaintances were watching her snickering. Song Zhi was extremely embarrassed. She didn't finish the preparation activities and hurried to the staging area.

The huge stage was completely handed over to her, and some fans who she came to support were also sitting underneath. Song Zhi took a breath, and started her dance moves as the background music sounded.

The organizer didn't know if it was intentional. The next show of Song Zhi Duo was Ling Zhen and the others.

Ling Zhen didn't pay attention to how Song Zhi jumped. She stabilized the military spirit of her companions in the background, and then finally mentioned a few things to note, and the staff came to call them to wait.

The host came to the stage to read the crosswords, and when Ling Zhen's name was read, the audience cheered.

Afterwards, the host exited and Ling Zhen walked onto the stage with the girls behind him.

She stood still, glanced around off the court, and found the man easily.

Wei Xi sat in the middle of the fourth row.

His back is straight, almost sitting in a tightly stretched position. When the little girl looked at her with high attention, he was looking at her intently.

Ling Zhen pursed his lips, and quickly held back his smile, but there was a hint of sweetness in his heart.

Why is Wei Xi like this?

Let him take a good look, he really just sat there obediently, looking at her carefully and without blinking.

Ling Zhen raised his chin again, letting his mind sink.

Today, there are many professional teachers and seniors, as well as art practitioners from all walks of life, Ling Zhen is very serious.

Afterwards, the stage lights dimmed, and the girls behind them took their place.

Ling Zhen slowly raised his arms into the air.

The wide sleeves of white gauze fell down, revealing a delicate and slender arm like porcelain.

Ling Zhen's gaze swept across the man in the middle of the fourth row, and their eyes touched in the air.

She thought: Don't blink.

Your little fairy is going to dance.

The author has something to say: focus on [your]

(I really like sweet and soft little girls occasionally A ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo)

Ask a question! ! So in the future, Brother Xi still needs to be a man! !

(Of course there is a sweet second watch~~

(PS unexpectedly still have students who have entered the postgraduate entrance examination!! Make sure everything goes well!!

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