Hei Di's Seven Days of Love

Boqing coaxed her, but she shook her head: "I don't want to take pictures, and I don't want to take pictures of the rest!"

Then, holding the hem of the skirt, he gesticulated and ordered those people to quickly remove their makeup.

"But, it's all ready, the scenes are all arranged, don't you want to shoot?" The person serving at the side asked, they worked it out all night.

Boqing waved his hand: "I won't shoot anymore, I'll listen to her."

So, just like that, all the things prepared for 5000 million yuan were squandered by Jin Yu with a word, like running water, and more than 3000 million yuan was lost. [

In fact, those photos were taken only one-third of the time.

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The scenery remains the same, but things are different.

She was a bit cold, and in such a deep winter, she just wore a dress.

She smiled quietly and hugged her body tightly.

Find out, maybe really, that Thinness, as they say, has been kind to her.

It's hopelessly good.

And she doesn't appreciate it, and has been squandering and enjoying it for granted.

In fact, how long can a person be kind to a person without desire or demand?

After all, there is a bottom line.

That's why, in the end, he didn't want to treat her well, and did such a thing, tortured and humiliated her severely, and then parted ways.

Jin Yu lowered her eyes to hide the gloom in her eyes, she felt a little lost.

I don't like this taste, and I don't like it... I always think of that person.

Distraught, he got up and left.

Follow the steps and return on the same path.

But accidentally, the skirt caught the branches. After all, it was a fake scenery made of rubber. The sharp places were particularly sharp. When she exerted force, the skirt tore apart.

The entanglement became tighter, and Jin Yu was very anxious, only to realize that he came out in a hurry, but forgot to bring his mobile phone.

I could only squat there wanting to cry but without tears, very helpless.

Baoqing heard the slight sound, turned her head subconsciously, and vaguely saw a figure squatting in the darkness. He walked over with steps, but saw a familiar person, with slender arms and helplessly pulling his waist. The skirt was hem, the cold wind blew her hair, and the fragrance of the hair wafted into his breath, but he felt a trance, as if he encountered a miracle in a lost place. [