Chapter 1212 The singer's ex-boyfriend is a cat (129)

He gritted his teeth and gently grinded the name.

Bai Weiwei: This misunderstanding of dog blood.

Ou Jinmo reached out and grabbed her dark hair scattered on the pillow.

The voice is low and dangerous. "Why, dreaming of Su Ye?"

Bai Weiwei: "I dreamed that he likes you. In order to take you over, I killed him."

Ou Jin ink finger, a sullen expression of a stagnation.

Bai Weiwei reached out and clicked on her cheek. "Come a good morning kiss, my big star."

Ou Jinmo just forgot the topic of Su Yezhen.

He stared at her pink cheeks for a while before bowing his kiss.

I dare not kiss too much, for fear of not controlling the desire in my body.

Ou Jinmo came to give breakfast to Bai Weiwei and stared at her to eat.

I picked up her guitar and the cat. "Let's go, let's go to the competition."

In the auditorium of the third round, at least 80% of the audience came for Ou Jinmo and Bai Weiwei.

As for the remaining 20%?

It was the TV station hired to cry.

Bai Weiwei was the finale, and the players in front of them all sang, only to turn her.

Ou Jinmo is wearing a pink-blue coat, a light-colored T-shirt, and black trousers.

Such a casual match, formed a leisurely and childish temperament in him.

He has no plans to reinstall the angels.

There is no smile on the delicate white face, revealing a casual temptation in the cold.

When you look at people, the amber eyes are less warm, and the sharpness makes people dare not look straight.

The players are especially afraid of the angel judge.

Because he murdered not only the heart, but also the whip corpse after the sorrow, the whip corpse is finished, but there is still something to be frustrated.

"Writing songs written in this virtue, how to enter the third round, take the back door?"

Player: Mom, don't tell the truth, it's not enough to walk the back door.

"It looks so shabby, give you a suggestion. When the curtain is turned over, when the creator is much higher, or if it is barely a good song, you can feel like a street sing."

Player: The talent for writing songs is affirmed, and I am happy.

Of course there are also good songs.

Ou Jinmo’s face is gloomy, but the comments are fair.

He is still very serious about music.

But everyone saw it, he was very impatient, even if the comments were more professional.

It is also impossible to conceal the feeling that he can't wait for fast-forward.

If it is not live, it is estimated that Ou Jinmo should jump directly to the end to see Bai Weiwei.

Finally waited for Bai Weiwei to play.

She didn't really feel anything about this singing contest. If it wasn't for fifty days, the value of life could not be white.

She is thinking about retiring.

After all, Dr. Su’s little secret attracted her.

Bai Weiwei was on the scene, without a guitar, simply standing in the middle of the stage.

But there is no feeling of being empty.

Her expression was indifferent, her eyes were clear, and she reached out and placed it on the microphone.

The microphone stand is gently tilted.

She did not have any slightest impetus in her every move, as if she was born an angel on the stage.

No one has more control over the rhythm of the entire stage than she does.

The songs swayed high and were no longer a small, regular tone.

It is beyond the imagination of anyone's imagination.

The audience at the scene was shocked and unable to look away from her.

Ou Jinmo relied on the back of the judge's seat, and he licked his head and smiled at her.

Some of the actions he taught her.

And she learned so easily, even much better than he thought.

(End of this chapter)