Chapter 4773 (1/2)

Peaceful travel has no destination. It is often to go where it is fun to see on the Internet.

Often here today, I will go to another place the next day. Sometimes I am interested and book air tickets directly to go abroad.

Tranquility is like an uncertain cloud. No one can accurately say where she will appear in the next second, but it is like a surprise that always exists but doesn't know when it will appear, which makes people feel happy.

Although Anning has cancelled all social accounts, other people's social accounts still exist, and most of the places Anning goes are famous scenic spots with a lot of traffic. Because of her outstanding appearance, even if she makes some cover with clothes, it is still difficult to hide her outstanding appearance and it is natural to be recognized.

Soon, many photos and videos from the perspective of peaceful passers-by came out on the Internet.

The former peace is like a delicate doll piled up with money. Beauty is beautiful, but it is too high, which makes people feel an unreachable sense of distance.

Apart from the entertainment circle and the peace of capital and money, wearing ordinary people's clothes and carrying a backpack is only three digits. Like ordinary people, they wander aimlessly along the roadside and occasionally take a mobile phone selfie. In addition to being beautiful, they are no different from ordinary people.

Originally, the high goddess stepped down from the mortal world and became grounded, so that ordinary people who subconsciously alienated because she was too high could not help but feel crazy.

Anning microblog is far away from the entertainment circle, but the entertainment circle seems to have become Anning fans overnight and began to miss the good of Anning.

For example, before the peaceful Tucao make complaints about the TV play that can be seen in the face, the beauty map of the circle before peace has been circulated online again, with the help of the butterfly effect, and the money spent on buying the hot money of the Song Qing Yang, who wants to rely on the people to set up a circle.

Even if she paid for the top of the hot search, even if someone opened the hot search and took a look at the photos because of curiosity, she lost interest in seeing song Qingyang's pure white flower like water.

Also, I'm used to seeing Anning's aggressive face like the scorching sun, and I've seen Anning's quiet and elegant appearance like the quiet beauty of Jiaoyue when everyone in the world is around. Who can see the faint song Qingyang again in their eyes.

Song Qingyang cursed Anning many words at the bottom of her heart, but she can only continue to maintain her indifferent appearance of fame and wealth.

The most disturbing thing for song Qingyang is not the fire again after Anning withdrew from the circle, but Meng Yilang.

Meng Yilang, who had promised to take wedding photos with him and take him home to discuss marriage with him at the end of the year, not only didn't mention these things again during this period, but also didn't even mention the wedding photos that had been ordered.

Meng Yilang hasn't come to him for a long time. He even replied to the messages he sent him. Even the messages he sent him a few days ago were like a sea of mud without any waves.

I thought I would be the most special existence in Meng Yilang's heart, but now Song Qingyang is a little unsure.

Night.

Charm.

Xiao Zhen held the wine cup in his hand and looked at him sitting in the corner. His eyes were as cold as frost. He held a cigarette in his hand. The white smoke curled up and spread with the air, bringing a pungent and bitter smell of smoke.

Meng Yilang's eyes were long and quiet, and his face was indifferent. He sat in place like a sculpture, obviously distracted.

Seeing Meng Yilang for the first time, Xiao Zhen couldn't help joking: ”what do you think? President Meng.”

Mr. Meng's two words, Xiao Zhen's reading was full of fun. It was like a big thing to watch the excitement. He poured a bucket of oil on it.

Meng Yilang recovered from his thoughts, took a deep breath of the smoke to his mouth, spit out a thick white fog, and said, ”nothing.”