Chapter 1187 The singer's ex-boyfriend is a cat (105)

Ou Jinmo thinks of Jiang Rou, from the heart of the nausea and nausea.

He immediately opened Bai Weiwei's Weibo and wanted to see her Weibo to cleanse his mind.

Bai Weiwei rarely tweeted, and even had no self-portraits.

Ou Jinmo has not opened her Weibo, and suddenly saw that her comments under Weibo are not right.

"I was wrong with ink and ink, I hope you are happy."

"Congratulations, congratulations to our dog group and finally got the goddess."

"Bai Weiwei is very good, ink and ink, we definitely do not take off powder."

"..."

Ou Jinmo: "???"

When I went to the awards this evening, there were a bunch of fans shouting out of the powder.

Ou Jinmo still doesn't know how many fans he has lost.

He didn't have a microblog at all during this time.

The company’s top management has given up on correcting him, and he does not dare to bother him.

He glanced at his fans and didn't fall.

Although because of the large base, the rise of a few hundred thousand is not a lot of increase, but he has announced that he is not the day.

I want to fall in love.

Why are there so many fans not taking off the powder?

Ou Jinmo saw Weibo for a while and saw hot search.

Hot search should have no suspense.

After all, he has won a dozen awards this evening, six of which are still heavyweight.

Hot search first should still be his right.

However, his award-winning hot search is second.

The declaration of powder removal is ranked seventh.

The third is the Weibo that the angel group blessed Ou Jinmo and Bai Weiwei.

Ou Jinmo stared at the first hot search.

It is Bai Weiwei.

"The rest of your life is you, accompany you, love you, Ronghua is yours, and the rough tea is you, you can't get together, and your heart will not change."

"European ink, please give your advice for a lifetime."

She published a new song on Weibo.

The title of the song is "The rest of life is you."

Under the text microblogging, it is a photo.

It’s their **** crossed, holding their hands tightly.

Ou Jinmo did not know when she was photographed.

Look at this position, it seems that he took her forward and blocked the shots of some reporters for her.

Bai Weiwei shot with one hand.

The photos are a bit fuzzy, but they do not detract from their intimate gestures.

Ou Jinmo looked at the heat flow in his chest and finally rushed to his eyes. This is moving or joy.

He himself could not tell.

Ou Jinmo reached out and covered his eyes.

Start listening to the song.

Her voice is gentle and fresh, and the song is simply classic.

Better than any of her songs.

But more importantly, the kind of love she sang was overflowing from the song.

This song may be covered by countless people in the future, but there is absolutely no one who can sing the feeling of Bai Weiwei.

This is not a song.

This is love.

Ou Jin ink fingers hold his eyes and his eyes are moist.

He suddenly retracted the evidence of Jiang Ru’s theft and did not publish it.

It is too warm tonight.

Not suitable for Jiang Rou's disgusting things to be defeated.

Ou Jinmo feels that it will be sent again tomorrow, then start to open the piano, and put a finger on it is a series of beautiful notes.

This is not the kind of cool and mysterious note.

Not his usual style.

But another, sweet and beautiful melody.

Ou Jinmo never felt that creating songs was so pleasant.

All the bubbles floating in the air are pink bubbles.

The song is quickly formed in one go.

There is nothing wrong with it.

(End of this chapter)