pet addiction

Chapter 127 Advertisement Shooting (1)
At this time, there was a sea of ​​people downstairs, the inner three floors and the outer three floors were all students from Mingcheng University, and they surrounded Zhengqi Square like a watertight one.Lu Qianyang rolled down the car window, took off his sunglasses, glanced at the crowd, and was stunned: "Damn, don't these brats have to go to class? The tuition fees are all for the dogs!" Lu Qianyang speculated and understood "I guess half of them are here to fan Yu Jingyan, and the other half are here to blackmail you."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Wei Daqing said, "You guessed wrong." He said calmly and firmly, "They are all fans of Supermodel Yu."

Immediately, there was a sudden scream.

"Jing Yan! Jing Yan!"

"Jing Yan, we love you!"

"Jing Yan, male god, woohoo!"

"Jing Yan..."

In the square, the decibels soared, most of them were young female students, holding a large poster of Yu Jingyan in their hands, surging wildly.

I saw that Yu Jingyan stepped out of the nanny car, wearing huge reflective blue sunglasses, only half of his handsome face was exposed, a red shirt and green slacks, a string of metal pendants hung around his neck, he took off the sunglasses, Facing the crowded crowd, he blew a kiss, and in an instant, the screams were earth-shattering again.

Lu Qianyang couldn't stand it anymore: "Does this flirt need to be so ostentatious in the market? Look at him, he looks like a traffic policeman, dressed like a traffic light." Lu Qianyang despised I can't despise it anymore, "Red and green are too vulgar!"

Who else in the world can be more flamboyant than Yu Jingyan?

Wei Daqing answered: "You don't understand this, this is the main color scheme of this year's Milan Fashion Week, and the first show is Yu Supermodel."

Lu Qianyang has never dared to compliment the aesthetics of the fashion circle, so he kicked Wei Daqing: "You know! I'm not going down to open the way."

How rude.Wei Daqing dodged Lu Qianyang's shadowless legs and opened the car door to open the way.

Just as Ruan Jiangxi stepped out of the car door, the exclamation stopped suddenly, and the audience was silent.

The book in Liu Shi's hand suddenly fell to the ground...

"It looks like her, doesn't it?"

Lin Can raised his head to look at Liu Shi. All the tranquility was broken on his delicate and handsome face. He stared blankly at the woman in the middle of the crowd, as if in a dream.

"The first time I saw her on the screen, I felt like her. I didn't expect her to be more like a real person." She smiled half a smile, as if talking to herself, "Especially the eyes, they are so beautiful." Her eyes stared away , fell in the middle of the crowd, lost in thought for a long time.

"who is she?"

The voice trembled a little. The dull Professor Liu finally had the mood swings of a normal person, but it seemed to be too much.

Lin Can folded her hands and made fun of: "I knew you were a caveman, and her name is Ruan Jiangxi." With a floating voice, her thoughts were restless, as if she was sighing, she said, somewhat meaningfully, "Not only do people look alike, but even their names it's the same."

Jiangxi, Ruan Jiangxi, once upon a time, there was a girl named Jiangxi, this name, Liu is all the memories and joys and angers.

His eyes were far-reaching, drifting away to the distance, and he murmured: "Jiangxi."

Letting all the books fall on the ground, Liu Shi suddenly ran towards the stairs, his gaze was always on the figure in the crowd.

Behind him, Lin Can shouted: "Liu is, she is not Jiangxi."

Liu Shi suddenly stopped at his feet, turned around, his eyes were messy, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he was in a daze.

Lin Can approached him, raised his slightly pale face, and said each word in a deep voice: "She is not Jiangxi, Ye Jiangxi died 15 years ago."

Liu Shi swayed and staggered into the handrail of the stairs, disturbing all the lights and shadows in his eyes, leaning against the wall, drooping his eyes for a long time without speaking, squatting down, picking up the books on the ground, his brows raised, his eyes dimmed. God, a little hollow: "I'm going to class, don't follow me."

(End of this chapter)