…”

Audience: "…"

Suddenly she understood her difficulty.

This is too much, no one can refuse it? !

Zhai Yi laughed and plucked the strings: "You're right, I'm familiar with the score, try it?"

Hold the mic warmly: "Okay."

“Twinkle, twinkle, littlestarHowIwonderwhatyouare…”

The warm spoken language is very American style, and the wording is very clear, but when she sings it, she is deliberately vague, giving people a feeling of being ashamed.

A wave of old-fashioned critics suddenly appeared on the barrage, frequently sending barrages "My phantom limb is hard!" "My xp exploded!" "I feel it!"

The color of the barrage has all changed to yellow fonts, revealing a strong sense of seriousness.

A nursery rhyme exploded a bunch of late-night old-fashioned critics, and the old-fashioned critics flooded into the warm Weibo and became her fans. People later called this phenomenon "sexy heart" .

Warm only sang one song, and the barrage frequently sent "one more song", but she couldn't see it.

Zhai's opinion warmly stopped, "Just sing one song?"

She's a little underplayed, and her warm voice is perfect for her bass.

Warmly pinched her throat.

Zhai Yi asked: "Does your throat hurt?"

Singers need to take care of their voices. For them, their voices must be well maintained.

Don't talk about smoking, even the temperature of drinking water must be controlled.

He shook his head warmly: "No."

"Are you coming?"

Zhai Yi thought that Nuan could only sing nursery rhymes, after all, it was catchy and simple.

"I can play other nursery rhymes too."

"I'm not interested, you can practice on your own, I'll go first." Wen Nuan yawned and turned to leave.

Zhai Yi did not insist: "Okay."

Warm returned to the room, and collapsed on the bed.

She took out her mobile phone, entered a series of numbers, tried the dial button with her fingertips, and finally turned off the phone.

—

Yijing looked at the barrage on the live broadcast room, and since the warm talk about the "ex-girlfriend", many people think that the warmth and Zhai Yi are very suitable, and the smoke voice and bass are simply a match made in heaven.

And the warm look is arrogant and arrogant, while Zhai Yi is cold and domineering.

Overnight, a CP super talk called "Warmness" was quietly born.

Yijing turned off the computer after seeing Nuan leaving the practice room and returning to the room.

She looked at the phone vibrating on the table, and the caller was "Wen Xiuning".

The call is connected.

"Yijing, are you still working? Did I disturb you?" Wen Xiuning asked gently.

Yijing looked at the time, 11.30pm.

She pressed her sore brows: "I'll go home soon."

"Then shall I pick you up from get off work?"

Yi Jing said: "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"It's nothing," Wen Xiuning's tone was a little uncertain and nervous, "I just want to pick you up, are you hungry? Would you like to have a late night snack?"

"It's too late."

"Ah, sorry, I forgot that you don't have supper, so shall I pick you up and go home?"

Yi Jing glanced at the progress of the current draft voting on the computer, and said solemnly: "Okay."

Wen Xiuning happily said: "Okay, I'll be there right away, five minutes, ah... three minutes, I'll be there."

"Hmm."

Yijing turned off the computer and got up. She took the bag next to the table, and her movements were a bit large, and the corner of the bag touched the water glass beside the table.

chacha—

Yi Jing froze in place, seeing the broken glass on the ground, his pupils trembled.

She squatted down and picked up the pieces piece by piece, her movements were gentle, but her fingertips were shaking again.

The cup is the cheapest one. It is like a stall or a gift. It is also printed with "Happy Birthday" that has been painted off. There are many scratches on the white cup wall.

Now it was slammed to the ground, and the pieces seemed to split from those scratches.

The phone rang, it was Wen Xiuning.

Yi Jing did not answer, picked up the fragments of the cup, threw them into the trash can, and turned to leave the office.

Seeing that the phone was not connected, Wen Xiuning was about to go upstairs to look for it when he saw Yi Jing walking out.

He smiled and opened the passenger door, "Slow down."

Yi Jing sat in and nodded: "Thank you."

Wen Xiuning closed the door and quickly got into the driver's seat. He was about to fasten Yijing's seat belt, but saw that she had already fastened it herself.

He retracted his hand in embarrassment and started the car, "Why do I feel you have lost weight?"

"Working overtime again these days?"

Yi Jing looked ahead: "It's okay."

Wen Xiuning pursed her lips: "I know you founded an entertainment company, and recently you are working on a talent show band. You are busy, but you should also pay more attention to your health."

"Okay."

"By the way, the day after tomorrow is the 18th Economics and Management Reunion of Beijing University, do you want to attend?"

Yi Jing lowered his eyelashes: "Let's talk."

Wen Xiuning twitched the corners of his mouth: "Also, you've been so busy lately, I'm afraid you don't have time to go, I can help you greet Professor Zheng at that time."

Yi Jing glanced at Wen Xiuning: "Okay, thank you."

"No thanks, between you and me..." Wen Xiuning glanced at Yijing's hand on his lap and withdrew it embarrassingly, "Don't say thank you."

I Jing crossed her arms around her chest and listened to the traffic news on the radio.

Wen Xiuning's eyes flashed a bit of loneliness, and his smile was a little dry: "The talent show you held recently is very popular, and many people in my company are paying attention."

"Really?"

"Well, many people have downloaded this software to vote for their favorite players."

Yi Jing frowned: "What about you?"

"What?"

"Vote?"

She raised her eyes and looked at him: "Are you voting?"

Wen Xiuning clenched the steering wheel: "I have concerns."

“Among the contestants, who do you prefer?”

"Does my choice matter to you?" he asked tentatively.

"Speak and listen."

Wen Xiuning stopped at the intersection, the red light kept flashing, "I like strong players, like Zhai Yi is good."

Yi Jing nodded: "Yeah."

"She is very good at bass and has won awards internationally." Wen Xiuning started the car and merged into the traffic.

"Hmm."

"What about you? Do you have a favorite player?"

Yijing paused, shook his head and said, "No."

Wen Xiuning took a breath: "Yijing's eyes are still as high as ever."

"None of the twenty players can catch your eye."

In the community in front of Yijing, the company is not far from her home, and it only takes about half an hour to walk, and the drive is faster.

Wen Xiuning specially came to pick her up. Concern is one of them, and temptation is the second.

"I'm almost there, if you have anything else to ask, just say it?" Yi Jing was too lazy to listen to him continue to detour.

Wen Xiuning was startled, and the car was silent for a long time until the car stopped at the door of Yi Jing's house.

He sighed: "I just wanted to ask you...how are you thinking about the engagement?"

The fingertips holding the bag were slightly stagnant, Yi Jing said lightly: "What are you worried about?"

"Come back," Wen Xiuning took a deep breath, "I know she's back."

Yi Jing's eyes were deep: "I will not repeat the same mistakes."

She pushed the door and got out of the car, her back was very determined.

Wen Xiuning watched Yi Jing walk into the room, rubbed her face with both hands, and drove away.

Yijing closed the door, stood at the door, and looked into the dark room.

Grandpa wanted to have a nanny for her to take care of her diet, but she didn't like anyone approaching her, so she rejected Grandpa's kindness.

Yijing took off her shoes and did not turn on the light, her eyes could see at night.

She opened the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, poured a full glass, raised her head and drank it all.

Yi Jing let out a long sigh of relief, she took out her mobile phone, dialed a string of numbers stored in her mobile phone, and there was a prompt tone that no one answered.

She laughed at herself, hung up the phone, and went upstairs to rest.

—

On the assessment day, all the players will be ready to go after the selection order.

Zhai Yi was the first to play, and warm was the last.

He slumped on the sofa warmly and lazily, looking at the monitor in front of him, which was Zhai Yi's assessment process.

Zhai Yi's bass is very skillful, but a little lacking in emotion, which may be related to the child's lack of love.

Cong Hui's keyboard is playing very well, and his ten fingers are dancing on the keyboard, and the whole person is crazy.

An Siya played electronic drums this time, the bright lights blinded the warm dog's eyes, she is usually quiet, and when she beats the drums, it is a surging, a bit contrasting Moe.

Other people's performances are also very good, even the classical dance of No. 15 who can dress up is very flavorful.

It was Wen's turn, she stood in the middle and looked at the five judges in front of her.

"This contestant, do you have any talent ready?" When the judges saw the warm moment, their eyes lit up, and their smiles became much gentler.

He shook his head warmly and sincerely: "No."

spectators and contestants: "…"

I really don't want to do this? !

The judge's smile froze at the corner of his mouth: "Then what did you bring to us this time?"

I thought about it warmly and earnestly: "Ornamental."

"Ornamental?" The judges did not understand, "What do you mean? Is this your talent?"

Warmly touched his face: "Am I good-looking?"

The judges blushed when they were asked, "Well...good-looking."

"It's about viewing."

Selected by: "…"

You seem to be kidding me! ?

"Do you have any other talents to show?" The judges thought for a while, "Singing, for example?"

"I want to sing, but I slept late last night, got angry, and my voice is hoarse," Wen Nuan glanced at the title dealer next to him and smiled, "But I drank the lees in time. Throat treasure liquid, my throat feels much better."

Selected by: "…"

We thank you for your support on behalf of the title sponsor.

Viewers: “…”

It's time to advertise! ?

Player: "…"

What a delight!

The judge waved his hand: "Okay, since you've finished your performance, you can go down and wait for the result of the selection."

"Good."

The results of the selection will be announced three days later. The proportion of the selection score will be determined by the judges (30%) and the public vote (70%).

Warmly watched the three people occupy the magpie's nest and occupy her open-air balcony, while she could only crouch on the bed and watch her Weibo hot search.

There are a lot of her private messages, most of which are scolding her, she is too lazy to pay attention to it, but there are private messages left by her former monitor in it.

Warm added the monitor's WeChat, and learned that there was a class reunion tomorrow, asked her if she wanted to come?

Warm thought for a while and replied "Okay".

—

Contestants are not allowed to go out privately during the draft. If there are special circumstances, they need to ask the director for leave. Wennuan explained the reason, and the director easily let her go. From the director's expression, Warm seems to see a kind of "you will never come back" emotion.

Warmly thought, it seems that the compensation of 50,000 yuan has been settled.

The reunion of the classmates was held in the Jinxiu Winery in the east of the city. I heard that this time was the gathering of all the students of the 18th Economics and Management Department. .

Wen Nuan took the QR code sent by the monitor to scan into the venue, her dress was incompatible with the party.

White short sleeves, black pants, a pair of canvas shoes, and a cap.

Others are either suits or couture dresses, and the worst are seasonal clothes and bags from high-end brands.

Warm is not only eye-catching, but her face can't be ignored, because she has been in the limelight recently.

Seeing that Nuan was coming, the monitor immediately greeted him with a smile: "Warm, you are here."

"Well," Wen Nuan took a glass of wine from the passing waiter's plate and took a sip, "Isn't it a class reunion today?"

The monitor nodded: "Well, what's the matter?"

"Then I'm a little embarrassed about how they all dress so seriously."

Everyone pouted and pouted.

You're too casual.

The monitor smiled awkwardly: "The classmates have not seen each other for a long time, so they must be dressed beautifully and handsomely, unlike you, you look good no matter how you dress."

He smiled warmly: "The squad leader is indeed the squad leader, his mouth is so sweet."

"Hee hee, play it yourself first, I'll go see the tutors first."

"Well, you're busy, don't worry about me." Wen Nuan took a cherries and threw it into his mouth, seeing other people looking at her frequently, "What? Is there anything you can do to find me?"

Everyone turned their heads in panic.

No one wants to fight with Nuan Nuan. After all, they have watched the live broadcast and know Nuan Nuan's actions in the draft. The name "Little Ran" is not for nothing.

"Yo, isn't this the hottest Vancouver star recently?"

Warm follows the voice, old acquaintance.

When she was in school, Fang Meihuan always liked to show all kinds of prestige in front of her, showing off how rich and powerful she was.

No, I'm looking for a sense of existence again.

"Isn't this Huanhuan? Long time no see." Wen Nuan inserted a piece of kiwi to eat.

Every time Fang Meihuan heard Wennuan call her Huanhuan, she thought she was barking a dog.

"You've already become a popular celebrity, why are you still dressed so shabby?" Fang Meihuan reacted and suddenly covered her mouth, "Ah, I forgot, you're not everyone. The most sought after big star is the support/girlfriend that everyone shouts and beats hahaha…”

The sisters around Fang Meihuan also laughed at the warmth along with her, and the other spectators were happy to join in the fun.

Warm took another banana and looked at Fang Meihuan with a smile, "You continue."

"..." Fang Meihuan felt that she was being mocked by the warmth, and her face flushed with anger, "You still have the face to eat it, if you want me to say, you can't get out of the way. ?"

Nodding warmly and earnestly: "You are right."

"..." Fang Meihuan choked and said indifferently, "Warm, are you mentally ill?"

He shook his head warmly: "I am the first in every grade exam."

She suddenly covered her mouth, "Oh, I forgot, you seem to be the first in the exam every year."

Everyone couldn't help laughing.

One grade first, one last one, can this be comparable?

"You—" Fang Meihuan was in a hurry, pouring the red wine in her hand towards the warmth, "Go to hell!"

Warm dodged and said, "Hey, it didn't splash, are you angry?"

Others also looked behind her with a look of fear.

Warm and bewildered, he turned around and looked at Yi Jing in a white dress in front of him, with conspicuous red wine stains on his chest.

She looked at Fang Meihuan gloomily, as if she didn't notice the warmth beside her.

"Fang Meihuan, the eldest lady of the way manufacturing company, isn't she?" Yi Jing said indifferently.

She was afraid of Yijing when Yijing hadn't recognized her ancestors and returned to her ancestry. Now Yijing has become the successor of the Feili Group and the person in power of the Tan family. She fears her more deeply .

Fang Meihuan tremblingly said: "Yes...it's me."

Yi Jing took the tissue that Wen Xiuning handed over, raised her eyes, and said coldly, "You disappointed me, I need to reconsider my cooperation with Fang."

"Please...no...don't," Fang Meihuan pleaded painfully, "Mr. Yi...I know I'm wrong..."

They are all alumni of the same class. How could she forget that Wennuan is the person at the apex of Yi Jing? !

Fang Mei was overwhelmed and struggling, begging for Yi Jing to give her a chance.

If Fang cannot cooperate with Feili this time, Fang will go bankrupt.

Yi Jing took the red wine from the side and sprinkled it on Fang Meihuan's skirt.

She looked cold and tired, and said coldly: "Fei Li's clothes make you dirty."

Chapter 218

Fang Meihuan slumped weakly on the grass, her lonely and bleak appearance made people sigh pitifully.

Warmly looked at the back of Yi Jing leaving and Wen Xiuning beside her, and rubbed her fingertips a few times.

Fang Meihuan left, and the party became lively again.

The male and female protagonists who looked at the stars and the moon warmly turned around and walked into the winery.

Ignoring the greetings and flattery around her, Yi Jing looked at the back of the warm leaving, her expression changed.

The winery is very big, like the style of the old western century, classical, elegant and mysterious.

The wine cellar is located on the basement level, which can be exhibited and viewed.

Warmly smelling the wine, she felt that she was about to get drunk, but before she got drunk, she had to deal with the drunk in front of her.

Warm doesn't want to pay attention to him, intends to bypass him.

The wrist was held tightly, and the whole person was pulled over by the mixed-race man, "Little beauty, you are so beautiful, can I date you?"

Dating?

Too elegant.

"Why do you want to have a date?" Wen Nuan looked at the wrist that was being held, and squinted, "I'll count you three, get out of here!"

The mixed-race man thought that the warmth wanted to refuse and greeted him, and he deliberately pulled the warmth in, "Little beauty, it's okay to have a date."

Warm sneer: "You want to make an appointment with me, are you worthy too?"

"How much?" The mixed-race man twitched his mouth and said to himself, "Is it okay to ask you for fifty thousand dollars?"

The warmth touched her cheek: "Are you really going to let go?"

"That's one hundred thousand dollars, as long as you... ah..."

Before the mixed-race man finished speaking, he was thrown over his shoulder by the warmth and smashed directly into the wine storage barrel beside him.

Warm looked at the mixed-race man's embarrassed appearance, pinched his waist and scolded: "You are also worthy of an appointment with me, and you also pay 100,000 US dollars to ask Laozi, this little money is not enough to touch the corner of Laozi's clothes, garbage thing."

She kicked the mixed-race man in the abdomen and feet again, kicked the mixed-race man and screamed, lying on the ground on the wine and water, embarrassed like a backwater dog.

Warm was originally in a bad mood, and there were always people who deliberately made her angry, and just happened to be sent to her door to vent her anger, no need for nothing.

She kicked again, turned and left the wine cellar.

The mixed-race man reluctantly stood up and saw that his high-end suit was soaked with alcohol, and he was no longer in shape, like a rag.

He covered his stomach, and in the direction of warm departure, he roared: "Fuсk! You stinky bitch, it's really shameless, wait until I can't kill you..."

"Who are you going to kill?"

A cold inquiry sounded from behind.

The mixed-race man turned around, saw the person coming, and paused: "Mr. Tan?"

He immediately sorted out his dilapidated clothes in embarrassment and said with a smile, "Why are you here?"

Yijing's dark eyes were covered with coldness, "Who did you say you wanted to kill?"

The mixed-race man's face froze, he explained falteringly: "There was a courtesan who wanted to seduce me just now, but I rejected her, and she was so angry that she pushed me to the point, no, she also took the wine The barrel was broken, and I was just joking."

Yi Jing took the red wine on the wine rack, "Do you understand wine?"

Seeing that Yi Jing took the initiative to chat with him, the mixed-race man said with joy, "Understood, I'm French and know red wine best. I'll tell you everything Mr. Tan wants to know."

"Is this bottle of wine expensive?" Yi Jing touched the wine bottle, her white fingers more delicately lined by the red wine bottle.

The mixed-race man glanced at the ingredient list, year and place of origin on the wine bottle, and said: "This bottle of red wine is produced in Portugal, the age is very recent, the degree is low, and the market price is only hundreds of thousands. It's not worthy of your noble status, Mr. Tan."

"Oh?" Yi Jing put the bottle of wine back, "Then do you think the bottle of red wine on this wine rack is the best match for me?"

, produced in the Wally Manor in the United States, with a sticky texture and rich aromas of fruit, coffee and Asian spices. Absolutely excellent."

Yi Jing took the red wine and weighed it: "How much is this bottle of wine?"

At $1 million, I didn’t expect Château Splendid to have this wine, it was an eye-opener.”

Yi Jing nodded: "So it is."

Grandpa's hobby of collecting wine is really only expensive collection.

The Tan family of Jinxiu Winery has almost 100% of the shares, but Yijing has been managing the Feili Group, and Jinxiu Winery has been handed over to others.

Mixed blood was recognized by Yi Jing, raised his chin: "I know red wine very well, if Mr. Tan still wants to know more, why don't we make an appointment for a day and I will take you to see other wineries?"

She is sharp, her lips are rosy and slightly raised, and she wears a pair of gold-framed eyes. The tear moles at the corners of her eyes make her intellectual temperament a little mature and charming.

have.

"What are you thinking?" Yi Jing's eyes sank, "Laughing so disgusting."

The mixed-race man was still in his fantasy. Hearing Yi Jing ask him, he blurted out, "I'm thinking about President Tan."

Yi Jing turned his wrist and grabbed the mouth of the red wine bottle, "What do you miss me?"

The mixed-race man smiled confidently: "I'm really honored to be able to taste wine with President Tan."

"Really?" Yi Jing smiled, "I hope you will still feel extremely honored in the next thing."

The mixed-race man paused: "What..."

bang—

Before he finished speaking, the mixed-race man's head blossomed and he fainted.

Yijing threw away the broken red wine, licked the red wine at her fingertips, and frowned: "You are right, this wine is indeed a bit sour."

—

Warm didn't stay at the party for too long, and left after talking to the squad leader. Before she left, she didn't find Yi Jing, and the male protagonist disappeared. It is estimated that both of them have already left party.

Back at the villa, I warmly looked at An Siya who was sitting alone in the hall on the first floor, but she did not see Cong Hui following her, thinking that the two of them had probably quarreled again.

She was about to quietly escape Ansiya's attention and go back upstairs.

"Come here."

He sighed warmly: "Can you not catch me alone?"

Having lived in the villa for more than a week, the two quarreled every day and reconciled instantly, making her exhausted.

An Siya pouted: "Zhai Yi wants to practice, only you are the most free."

"....."

That said, but the warmth does not recognize it.

"Who says I'm the busiest, I'm busy?"

An Siya does not believe: "What are you busy with? Busy sleeping? Busy arguing? Busy eating? Busy smoking?"

She patted the sofa, "Come here, let's talk for five minutes."

He shook his head warmly, with a firm attitude.

An Siya took out her mobile phone: "One hundred per minute."

Warmly raised a smiling face, sat next to An Siya, smiled and said, "You can stay overnight."

Anthia: "....."

Although she knew that warmth loves money, she didn't expect her bottom line to be so low.

The barrage was fascinated by the small appearance of "loving money", and they praised the warm "little cute" and "little money worshiper".

"Speak? Why are you arguing?"

Ansiya sighed: "She wrote a new song, played it for me, and asked me to comment. After listening to it, I said that one of the rhythms of this song was too high, and I needed to go to the Down tune, but she insisted on doing it her own way, believing that only by maintaining a high level can this song be performed to the most perfect state."

Warm left ear in and out of right ear, said perfunctorily: "Then what?"

"Then I asked her to change it, and she would not change her life or death, saying that if she changed the song, she would not be worthy of writing it."

"Oh, what's next?" Warmly swiped the phone.

"Then she started to try to sing, and found that she really couldn't sing that part. I was afraid that I would find her problem, so she tugged her neck and shouted, and ended up throwing her throat out. Got chopped up."

Warm watched someone leave a message under her Weibo to scold her, the scolding was not level at all, and she said with disgust: "What about the last?"

"Finally, she ran back to the room and ignored me. I asked her to drink some hot water to ease the burden on her throat. She was angry. When she eats, she is also angry, why do you say that? How can she be so angry every day? I just said that her song was written too high, I seriously commented, am I wrong? "

"Reviewing the song is really right."

An Siya was recognized and moved: "You think so too, my good friend."

Warm put away the phone and sighed: "It's your fault that you are too straight, but it's not your fault, you are both straight, you deserve to fight hard and quarrel."

"...."

An Siya looked at the warmth and went upstairs with a confused look.

Straight?

What?

Is the staff straight?

—

Warm was sleeping soundly, but was woken up by screams and crying.

She got up with a displeased face, scratched her hair, opened the door to look over, and saw all the players gathered downstairs, laughing and crying.

Cong Hui and Ansiya reconciled again, the two stood together, saw Nuan get up, Cong Hui immediately shouted: "Look to see if there is an envelope at the door of the room, the results of the second round of selection Come out, how many points do you have?"

Warm frowned and looked back, sure enough there was a letter under the door.

She opened it, and the score was quite auspicious.

888.

Seeing her opening the envelope, Cong Hui immediately asked, "How many points do you have?"

Warm yawned and walked downstairs, came to the first floor, and threw the score card to Cong Hui, "See for yourself."

Cong Hui looked at it and said in surprise: "Fuck, 888 points?"

Others' attention was instantly drawn to me.

"The score of the judges is less than 100, and the rest of your scores are basically voted by the public." Cong Hui sighed whether the warm audience relationship is very good.

Warm and inexplicable: "Is this score... high?"

She felt that people around her were not looking at her very friendly.

Zhai Yi opened his score card and said lightly, "Before you open the envelope, I am the first."

He looked at Zhai Yi's score, 825 points.

The judges scored high, as did the audience.

Warm pointed at himself, surprised: "Then I'm the first?"

Cong Hui nodded and said, "You are the first, Zhai Yi is the second, An Siya is the third, and I am fourth."

"Who is the eleventh?"

An Siya raised her chin: "The original No. 15 is staring at you."

Turn her head warmly, facing the jealous eyes of No. 15, she shrugged awkwardly: "To be honest, I really don't want to debut."

The tone was sincere and serious, but she burst into tears and ran out of the villa.

"It's a mess." He sighed warmly.

She posted a Weibo.

#Warm: Don't you hate me?

There were many comments on Weibo in an instant, but this time the comment area was unusually peaceful.

Comments are all the same.

#Who do we scold when you leave? #

#We can't control our own destiny, but we can control your debut. #

Warm looked at the almost identical comments and rolled her eyes speechlessly.

Zhai Yi looked at the warmth with a dejected expression, "You really don't want to debut?"

Sitting warmly on the sofa, dragging her chin with her hands: "It's a good thing to make money when you debut, but I have too much black history. Forming a team with you will have an impact on you."

Although she is not a good person, she does not want to harm others.

"I don't care." Zhai Yi said.

Cong Hui pulled An Siya over, "She and I don't care, I've said it before, black and red are also red."

They didn't care about the warmth, but they felt warm and sighed: "Good people have good rewards."

Three: "...."

I always feel like these words are warm and scolding them.

The eliminated players were quickly sent away, and the villa instantly became empty.

The third selection was five days later, and Linguan Entertainment asked ten people to make a team combination for selection, and ten people formed a team freely.

Several players have spontaneously come over to win over Zhai Yi and others.

Warm was too lazy to participate in this kind of wooing activity, she went back upstairs to make up for her sleep.

People in the live broadcast room saw that Nuan was so unsatisfactory, and they all expressed their sadness. Looking at Nuan was like watching an unfilial son.

Warmth was about to fall asleep when she heard a knock on the door.

He took a deep breath and walked over to open the door with a face full of face, "Will you let people get a good night's sleep?"

Cong Hui appeared and smiled: "What are you sleeping for? Friends, let's go practice?"

"What do you call me?"

An Siya smiled: "Little friend, the little friend of the four-piece band."

Warm and puzzled: "What the hell?"

Zhai Yi explained: "The third round of selection requires free team formation. Let's go together four?"

"Why take me?" said Wen Nuan, "Aren't you afraid that I will hold you back?"

Cong Hui waved his hand and said to himself: "Don't be afraid, we can take you away!"

They can definitely send the warmth out, and let the warmth serve as a front for them at that time.

Warm and moving, this was the first time she felt a feeling other than love and family.

[This should be friendship. 】The system said.

Yes, friendship.

A friendship that truly belongs to her.

Unlike before, her friends are all good friends of the original in the mission world.

The three people in front of her are good friends she made after showing her true colors.

It is someone who is willing to approach her even after she has been defeated.

Warm and a little moved, she smiled: "Okay, since you are not afraid, what should I be afraid of."

The three of them laughed together, and everything was silent.

"Then let's go practice?" Cong Hui is full of fighting spirit.

Warmly paused: "Now?"

She hasn't woken up yet.

Zhai Yi saw the true intention of warmth, gave An Siya a look, stepped forward and grabbed the warm wrist, "Practice first, then sleep!"

Ansiya held the warm other hand and pushed her from behind the warm.

"Damn it, you guys are forced?!"

"Go and practice!"

At this moment, it feels so good to feel the warmth of having friends.

But sometimes it's annoying.

Chapter 219

Warm was forcibly pressed by the three dogs in the practice room to practice for five hours.

From Hui's madness, she generally cheers for warmth, saying that her voice is the perfect kind of voice that God is chasing after feeding.

She took all the songs she wrote at the bottom of the box to sing with warmth, and the warmth of singing was uncomfortable when she saw the staff.

"I don't sing anymore, I don't sing anymore." He slumped on the floor warmly and lazily, his body full of resistance and resistance.

Cong Hui pulled the warm clothes, "I'm singing a song, this song is not too difficult for you, you can sing it, let's do another song."

Warmly turned over and crawled to the door of the practice room, "I don't sing, I don't sing—"

"Oops, last song, last song!"

The barrage in the live room is also frantically swiping "One more song".

They listened to Nuan and sang for five hours, and sang various styles of Nuan almost over, and suddenly found that Nuan is suitable for all styles of songs. Her voice spans a wide range, which can be gentle or tough. It can be cute or sexy, mature, intellectual or wild, dazzling and surprising.

Ansiya wiped the sweat from her forehead and pulled up from Huihui, "Okay, our lead singer can't waste his voice too much, he has to sing in the future, please stop making trouble."

"Who are you talking about?" Cong Hui stared.

"I'm telling you the truth, a warm voice can't be tired."

"You yell at me?" Cong Hui couldn't believe it.

An Siya said helplessly: "I don't."

Cong Hui shook off her hand, "Ansiya, you have changed."

She angrily turned and left the practice room.

"Cong Hui—" An Siya caught up.

The practice room suddenly became much quieter, Zhai Yi looked at the half-dead warmth, stretched out his hand and said, "Are you okay?"

Warm yourself