Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

After all, Ying Qianxi is very hot today. According to normal logic, he should seize the momentum of such a fire and hurry up to film again.

But Ying Qianxi was different from what everyone thought. He even held a press conference to quit the performing arts circle.

No one knows what he thinks, maybe even his agent doesn't understand.

But Ying Qianxi has his own thoughts.

He also arranged everything before holding a press conference.

And he should go back to his family.

Huang Qingdie standing under the big screen in the square was also ignorant. She did not understand why Ying Qianxi had to quit the acting circle.

She remembered that Ying Qianxi liked acting very much.

When filming at that time, some actors treated him so quietly, he endured it silently.

Why didn't you stop filming all of a sudden?

Huang Qingdie didn't know how to work for a while, and some blanks were a little dazed.

There was a dull pain in her heart, and it was awkward.

Because she does not know, if Ying Qianxi does not appear on TV in the future, how can she still see him, how to see him, and how to know how he is doing recently.

Huang Qingdie looked at Ying Qianxi's handsome eyebrows on the big screen, his eyes full of obsession and reluctance.

When Ying Qianxi finally finished speaking, she was about to leave. The back that turned around on the live TV broadcast made Huang Qingdie watch it, and she burst into tears involuntarily.

She really didn't want to see his back, even on TV, she didn't want to see it.

She really wanted to respond to Qianxi.

She felt she hadn't seen him for a long time.

The figure seen on TV is not counted.

Until the live broadcast of the press conference, Huang Qingdie still stood in a daze under the big screen, tears in his eyes.

After a long, long time, she felt that her tears had dried up.

Huang Qingdie felt the strength of her body seemed to be hollowed out.

She had no thoughts at all, and she did not want to do anything at this time, nor did she want to eat.

She walked in a trance to the chair in the avenue of the square and sat down slowly. Then she was in a daze and tears.

A person holding a mobile phone, trying to make a call, but did not broadcast.

In the early autumn season, the leaves on the next sycamore tree were also gently falling, with a feeling of bleakness, just like the mood of Huang Qingdie at this time.

As soon as the wind blows, there is a cool feeling.

Somehow, a person sat on the side of the bench where Huang Qingdie sat.

Huang Qingdie faintly felt that someone was sitting next to her, but she was not in the mood to look at it now, and had no intention to explore anything else.

She was also immersed in her emotions.

After a while, a familiar voice came from her ear, "What's wrong, are you not happy?"

After Huang Qingdie heard this familiar voice, her whole body shuddered abruptly. Such a familiar voice seemed like a voice engraved in her heart. Was she really not hearing?

Huang Qingdie slowly and slowly looked up at the person next to him.

Ying Qianxi!

Huang Qingdie blinked fiercely, then rubbed his eyes hard with his hands, and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.

She really has no hallucinations.

Ying Qianxi looked at the tears in the corners of Huang Qingdie's eyes, and the smiling expression suddenly turned away.

With pity and distress in his eyes, "Silly girl, I read it right, it's me, so good-looking, why cry?"

Hearing Ying Qianxi's distressed voice, Huang Qingdie wanted to cry even more.

She pursed her lips and said, "I saw the press conference."

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