A Star Reborn: The Queen’s Return

It is a fingerprint lock, clean and cool.

The red light flashes and a sweet tone sounds: [Sorry, your fingerprint is entered incorrectly. ]

Xia Weiyi, tried again - [sorry, your fingerprint input is wrong. ]

She remembered that she was not the person. Once the emperor was her home, and now, it is just a gorgeous cage, big, extravagant, and finally cold.

"Miss Ye." Chu Yu interrupted her thoughts. "You don't have permission to enter this lounge. There are other lounges downstairs. If you are tired, I will take you to sit."

“Who is this lounge now?” asked Xia Wei.

"Nobody." Chu said briefly, apparently did not want her to continue to ask questions, "Please, I will take you downstairs."

Xia Wei looked at the crystal sliding door, and after a moment of God, turned and left.

"Oh, isn't this Ye Xinghao?" The familiar sweet girl voice.

Xia Wei turned his head and saw Xia Yu, still an embroidered shirt, delicate feathers, delicate skin, and beautiful. Why is she here? Xia Wei looked at the circle with some doubts, only to find that the door of the next door 1803 was open. The stylist and assistant of Xia Yu were carrying out the big bag of things from the inside.

"Is your lounge next door?" asked Xia.

If she remembers correctly, this floor is the lounge of the top singer, only a total of three. Being able to settle here is a symbol of the emperor's most identifiable singer. How many popular big-bangers have sharpened their heads and broke their heads. They want to occupy a lounge on this floor and not get it. And Xia Yu, a studio singer who made up for the defects in the later period, actually accounted for one of the three?

"Yes." Xia Yu chin slightly, and looked at her with some ridicule. "This floor is not where you come, don't hurry?"

Xia Yan brows slightly and asks Chu: "Who is still using one?" The imperial emperor changed the rules. Now this building is not a symbol of identity. There are no more schools and styles.

I can listen to the tone of summer rain, not like it.

Chu Yu looked at her: "It is Li Yingchen."

Oh, it’s her, the female singer of the day, the emperor’s uncle. It seems that these 18 layers are still stressful, but this will allow Xia Yu to get a place, relying on, I am afraid it is not strength.

"Summer rain," Xia Wei did not hold back, persuaded her to say, "The things that don't belong to you are not so good. Some people can take you high and let you fall down. Wait. At that time, you know the pain again, but it’s too late."

This is her foresight, the words of the lungs.

She didn't know why she said this to Xia Yu. She decided to leave this sister, didn't she? However, no one knows more about her scorpion than her. His favor is a mirror, and heaven and **** are only in one mind. She has already paid the price, and she does not want to follow her summer.

Xia Yu thought about it, thinking that she was ironic: "Ye Xingyu, are you swearing? It is no wonder that you are angry. There are only three lounges on this floor. Ziheng’s brother will only give him the person he cares most. Sorry, no you."

Xia Yan’s face is cold, she has regretted and Xia Yu said so much.

She didn't want to make unnecessary arguments. She frowned slightly: "Let's borrow."

"Do you want to go downstairs to other lounges?" Xia Yu leaned sideways and let her pass. "It’s not like this early, and I don’t look at the room where 1801 is. Is it your idea to dare to fight? ”

Chu Yu is not saying that no one is now 1801?

Xia Wei stopped and turned around and asked Xia Yu: "Who's the room?"

Xia Yu smiled: "Of course my sister."

"Summer?"

"Besides who else she is?" Xia Yu leaned his head. "Ye Xingyu, how does Ziheng's brother value you? Your weight in your son's heart will never compare with my sister. Only my sister is incompetent." Replaced, even if she is dead, this room will be reserved for her. And you, a living person, can only go downstairs to the lower class."

Perhaps it is because there are fewer people present, perhaps because of "maintenance" of the sister, Xia Yu at this time, talking about it does not converge as usual, stripping off the poor skin, revealing a bit of aggressive taste.

But she always knows how to step on people seven inches.

Since reborn, Xia Wei is thinking, who is the person who loves her? Will it be only the bright and beautiful Xia Wei, the butterfly in his dream of raising a big one, isn’t she really? Otherwise, why can't he know who she is, he can humiliate me so badly, so cold; and after knowing that she is Xia Wei himself, she indulges many.

He left a lot of things for Xia Wei, the original unmoved home, the photo wall, and the lounge in front of him.

However, what did you do for Ye Xingyu?

Xia Yu quietly looked at her, and the lips twitched if there was no smile.

Such a smile stung the summer 绫, she has been mixed so miserable, do not want to see someone still stepping on her head to glory. Remuneration is not overnight, and it is the principle that Xia has always believed in.

She turned her head and looked at Chu: "I want this lounge."

"Miss Ye?" Chu Yu slightly raised his eyebrows.

"I said, I want 1801." She added a tone and was impatient.

"The boss has already told me that no one will let anything move in the summer." Chu said, "The deceased is big, this room is a memorial, even Xia Yu is not allowed to enter, Miss Ye, please Don't be embarrassed about me."

Chu Yan patiently persuaded her to stand still and not move.

Xia Yu's smile is deeper: "Ye Xingyu, you don't know how high and thick, this matter involves my sister, you are the right to be the master of Chu? I see you still go early, the province got the head to the room did not get, jokes Not to mention, but also angry with Ziheng brother."

Xia Xi sneered, she is still less angry with her son? Not bad for this one.

"Call the scorpion balance and tell him I want this room." She said to Chu.

Chu Yan frowned: "Miss Ye, please forgive me, I can't live. You just came to the Emperor, I don't know what Xia Wei means, it is the boss's counter-scale, even if it is you, please don't touch it."

Xia Yu laughed softly and looked at the look of the show.

Xia Wei is more irritated, and simply reaches out: "Take the phone." Even if he has signed the emperor, Zhai Ziheng still does not intend to equip her with a mobile phone. Now, she has to borrow Chu Yu - since he does not dare to slap this to the nephew Mouth, let her speak for herself.

Chu does not move.

"Bring it!" Xia Wei was angry. "Chu Wei, do you think I can't find the phone or what? When did I call Zhaizi Heng need your consent?! Believe it or not, just by this, you Can you provoke your master?!"