MTL - Starlight Has No Past-Chapter 6 Amphetamine 06

I have worked hard for you, I have tried hard to live, I want to live forever, I want to beheaded Yongxin, I want to live forever and have the strength to love you.

However, I can't.

"Five - four -"

"three--"

"Two -!"

"One!"

"Cheng Jiang goddess, happy birthday!"

- Because you don't love me.

Hey, hey.

The moment the photographer removed the camera, Ye Qiao retracted his hand.

Cheng Jiang is a bit rich, even if it is 30, the palm is still white and smooth. Unlike her, her fingers are so thin that she doesn't have a trace of flesh, like a bamboo stick. The two held the same cake knife, even if there were several people on the head, it was not as sharp as the contrast between the two.

Cheng Jiang wore a long skirt, and Ye Qiao and Xu Yinxi were short skirts, like two bridesmaids. The heroine even looked at her and smiled at Ye Qiao. Shengli, friendly, did not take her as an enemy, impeccable laugh.

In fact, she did not.

Ye Qiao smiled at her: "Happy birthday, Cheng Jiang sister."

Cheng Jiang’s stunned moment is hidden in the alum of her beautiful nationality, which seems to be different from the girl’s forbearance. But she concealed it very well, bending her eyes and saying, "Thank you." Instead, Xu Yinyi squinted at the side and snorted.

Ye Qiao looked at her smile like Ying Qiu Shui, but her heart was thinking: Even if she is such a beautifully maintained beauty, there will still be fine lines when she smiles.

In her heart, there is a kind of embarrassment that I don’t know, and it is even more difficult for her to confirm her relationship with Cheng Jiang and Gu Jin.

The age of a female star is a secret. However, she knows that Cheng Jiang is two years older than the foreign claimant, and thirty-two this year, two years older than Gu Jin. In the eyes of Gu Jin, Cheng Jiang is about the beautiful and always beautiful beauty. The opposite is also true.

Asking herself, she doesn't really hate Cheng Jiang. She just regrets that people who liked when they were young can't live in reality for a long time.

Later, she will, like Cheng Jiang, choose a safe person at a sensitive age when it is on the verge of color loss.

The rainy season in g city seems to be over.

Ye Qiao did not refuse Cheng Jiang’s birthday reception, and went to the appointment at the coldest night of the rainy night. At the press conference, I cut the cake with Cheng Jiang. I didn’t count the cake. I also shared the same four-layer cake with her at the dinner party.

It’s raining outside, and it’s so beautiful. Ye Qiao swallowed a cheesecake and was so tired that it hurts.

There is no media interruption in the birthday party. The banquet hall is large enough to set the scene, and the decoration of each chair is designed for Cheng Jiang. The whole star is shining, soaking in the soft and moving voice of Xiao Tianwang Zheng Xizhen.

He said that a French love song was given to the beauty of today's birthday.

Ye Qiao remembers that when he first debuted, he took advantage of his father's support and sang some heart-breaking love songs that were not nutritious. He could also be praised by the company, and there was no media dare to discredit all the time. At that time, she was still in college, playing his mv heroine. Both of them had no experience, and the 5 minute mv took a whole day.

Nowadays, he has become a singer of his own. The voice is more mellow and mellow because of his maturity. His singing skills are handy, and he is sought after by the young girl with the shape of the idol and his personality.

Gu Jin chose him as the singer of the theme song of "Watcher", which is quite eye-catching.

When Zheng Xizhen stepped down, Ye Qiao was still eating the cake. "I still eat? Is it so delicious?" Her look of bitterness and hatred, she was angry and ignored him. Zheng Xiyi grabbed her fork and dug a bite on her cake. "It's not so delicious."

Ye Qiao knew that he was deliberate. He simply went to see the performance and didn't eat anything.

Zheng Xizhen looked at her empty dishes: "You didn't eat anything in one night?"

Ye Qiao only cares about drinking. "Don't..." Zheng Xi stunned for a long while. "Joe, have you discovered that you have become more and more boring since you followed the old man of Gu Jin."

She quietly sipped: "He won his 30th birthday in December this year. Where is it old?"

The 22-year-old Zheng Xiwei, a young master, has a sorrowful sorrow: "Thirty years old! That is the man of Ben 4! What is the old man! What is it!"

Ye Qiao ignored it. Zheng Xizhen was even more angry: "Look at you! People are running with others. How can I make him a joke? Are you a piece of meat?" He glanced at his red hair, the standard Korean small meat face for a while. Pride is frustrated for a while. "I like him to eat. You maintain a ball in front of me. He doesn't know... Hey you drink... I don't know what to eat."

Zheng Xi Yang Yang began to grab her cup, Ye Qiao did not give, he did not rush to grab, the silver chain hanging on the wrist jingle, the people who led the table are looking at this side.

The faces that turned around were thousands of people, but Ye Qiao saw a familiar face. Zhou Weishen? His well-dressed Junyan is in the shadow of the clothes, and he is not clear. Ye Qiao wants to see clearly, suddenly let go, Zheng Xizhen thought she would squat in the end, suddenly there was no strength on the opposite side, the wine spilled out and splashed two people and one wrist.

The red liquid infiltrated into the white gauze on the leaf's hand and touched the wound, causing her to look up slightly.

Ye Qiao suddenly rushed out with a bag.

She leaned on the wallpaper in the hallway and swallowed two pills. The drug was stuck in the throat, reminding her of the night when she met Zhou Wei. He swallowed and did not change his color. It turned out to be so bitter.

Why did you just see him?

At the other end of the banquet hall, Xu Yin sang a round of wine on the field and suddenly bumped into a familiar person. The handsome young man, sitting with several middle-aged industrialists from the employer, is particularly eye-catching.

Her smile stagnate for a moment, asking the veteran investor who is familiar with him: "Qin, this is?"

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Zheng Xixi knows the disaster, wipes himself off, picks up a pack of wet wipes on the table, chasing the corridor, and seeing Ye Qiao: "Why do you suddenly let go and scare me a big jump. How, okay?"

He took the wipe off and handed her the stain on her hand.

Xu Yinxi’s face was pale and breathable, just hitting this scene. Her eyes flashed a brief hate color, mocking and laughing, the cool and quiet voice echoed in the empty corridor: "Who am I. Ye Qiao, what about the morning? How to change at night. Your appetite is very good. Next."

She wore a white tube top short skirt today, the false eyelashes were longer than the spider legs, like a white butterfly with only too many tentacles, and looked at the two condescendingly. As soon as Zheng Xizhen looked up at her, she pretended to recognize it. "I was originally Master Zheng? Sorry, I just didn't recognize it." She softly blinked her eyes, and the beauty was very delicate. Also showing weakness in the right place, she is very confident that Zheng Xixi will not take her, twisting her waist and going.

Who knows that Zheng Xizhen did not intend to let her go, step by step, and she stopped her from going.

Xu Yinxi was shocked, and her hand was filled with a glass of red wine and sprinkled a small half, staining her haute couture white dress. She glanced at her eyebrows: "What are you doing?"

Ye Qiao pulled the suit of Zheng Xixi, indicating that he could bear it. Xu Yinxi only knows that Zheng Xizhen is a self-family of Huasheng Records. He has a background talent and is liked to be like Yuntian. Therefore, he called him Zheng Xiaoye, and she followed. Most of the people in this background are young and old, and they are deeply advancing and retreating at a young age.

But Ye Qiao knows that Zheng Xizhen is not such a person.

The 22-year-old young master Zheng Xiwei, whose mind is almost the same as twelve years old, asked her with a look: "What happened to me?"

Xu Yinxi has not returned to the taste, and smacked a piece of stain on the lower abdomen: "You spilled me -"

The voice did not fall, and her hand suddenly disappeared. The goblet with half a glass of red wine has already arrived in Zheng Xi's hand, and the cold liquid drenched from the top of her head to the chest, pouring down the curve of the body.

Xu Yinxi’s chest moved through the knife, but she was slim and exquisite. The burgundy liquid outlines her body for her thorns, and even the color of the underwear is looming.

Zheng Xizhen put the cup on the fire box and wiped his hand: "What did you say, how are you? Are you like this?"

Xu Yinxi’s face flashed with shock, misunderstanding, and incredulity. Eventually he became angry and angry, but he did not swear by Zheng Xixi. Instead, he turned to Ye Qiao with hate and spit out: “贱人.”

"Hey, your mom is x." Zheng Xiyi raised the wipes of his hands up, just covering her half of her face, and then fluttering down, "Take it clean and take a look."

Xu Yinxi thinks that these people are crazy today, all of them have to give Ye Qiao this head, and the assistant who was screaming in his mouth draped the coat and dragged it away.

As a half-owner, Gu Jin also heard the wind, just arrived, and Ye Qiao passed by, gave her a reproachful look, went straight to condolence Xu Yinxi.

Ye Qiao, who has been forbearing, suddenly stood up and shouted Gu Jin.

He did not agree, and she shouted again. Gu Jin apparently heard it. He turned his head slightly, and the eyebrows that were screwed up were obviously blaming her for giving him trouble, but they did not speak very well. They just continued to bow their heads and said the words of compassion in Xu Yin’s ear.

Ye Qiaoyang dropped the cup to his foot.

The sound of Zhu Yu’s broken. It turned out to be so crisp.

A few seconds of silence.

Gu Jin finally turned around and confronted her already cold, paranoid voice. Even if the anger is surging, still remember to give her a step: "Drunk?"

Ye Qiao is like a piece of iron plate, stubborn and surprising: "I am not drunk."

Her eyes were foggy and her cheeks were red, and when she said this, she became more like a drunkard.