Song Ci is a sensual girl who can't listen to sensational words.
Song Fei succeeded in using one sentence, which made Song Ci shed tears on the spot. Song Ci felt ashamed and hurried into the bathroom to hide. Fortunately, she didn't have any makeup on yet, so she wasn't worried that her tears would stain her makeup.
Thinking that three years ago, Song Fei was still a vegetative person lying on the bed unconscious, and she was going to get married in a blink of an eye. Song Ci felt sad while being happy.
When she was reborn and came back, Song Ci was still a little confused. Wondering why God sent her back, is it for her to take revenge
Now Song Ci finally understands that the rebirth is not only for revenge, but also to make the people around him happy.
Han Zhan, who was supposed to be single for the rest of his life, married a wife and had children for the rest of his life, fulfilling his grandfather's wish. And Yan Jiang, who has been wearing Song Fei's photo all his life and is lonely, married Song Fei as he wished.
And Song Fei, who should have died at the hands of Mu Mian long ago, not only woke up, but today she was going to marry her true son.
All of this is perfect!
Song Ci wiped away her tears and calmed down before opening the toilet door and going out.
Song Fei looked up at her, and she said, "Don't cry."
"Who is crying!" Song Ci's mouth was stubborn.
It's still early, Yan Jiang and the others don't come to get married until 8:30, and it's only 7:00 now.
Song Ci said, "I'll go and change first, and I'll come back to you later."
"okay."
It was cold in the morning, Song Ci wore a red fur coat, a silky black suspender skirt, and a pair of black high heels to keep warm.
Her hair was draped and her make-up was so gorgeous that even Han Zhan was amazed.
The beautiful and beautiful Song Ci is very suitable for this exaggerated and bold style. She is especially suitable for the red dress. Wearing the red dress, she has the aura of the most beautiful old lady in the world.
"It looks good." After three and a half years of marriage, Han Zhan still feels amazed by Song Ci.
Like Song Ci, Han Zhan also attached great importance to today's wedding. He rarely wore a high-end wine red three-piece British suit, which looked more like a handsome gentleman.
"We Zhan Zhan, we are also very handsome today." Song Ci moved closer to Han Zhan, swaying her sexy body. Her slender jade fingers touched Han Zhan's tie, and then leaned her head on Han Zhan's shoulder. Suddenly, she said, "What should I do? I suddenly want to get married again."
Han Zhan's smile froze immediately, and immediately frowned and refused, saying, "It's okay to change to another one, but this one won't work."
"I'm just talking." Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's face. Thirty-five-year-old Han Zhan could already see some light wrinkles at the end of his eyes when he was talking and laughing.
Seeing Han Zhan frowning, Song Ci reached out to press Han Zhan's wrinkles. "Brother Han, you have wrinkles."
Han Zhan is a straight man, but he is very concerned about the fact that he is getting old. Who asked him to find a goblin who ate the asparagus
Han Zhan went to the mirror and looked, and saw that he really had wrinkles. He looked at Song Ci sadly, and asked, "Why don't you grow old?"
"I'm not yet 25, which is when I'm young and beautiful."
Han Zhan was very sad.
Butler Cai suddenly knocked on their door.
Han Zhan raised his voice and asked, "What's the matter?"
Butler Cai said: "Sir, madam, Mr. Yan and the others have entered the monitoring range and are coming to the villa."
The first monitoring line was set up at the foot of Yulong Mountain. It only takes seven or eight minutes to drive from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.
"Okay, got it."
Han Zhan said to Song Ci, "Let's go, let's marry my sister off." He raised his arm, waited for Song Ci to put his jade hand on it, and patted the back of Song Ci's hand before leading her downstairs. Go to Song Fei's room.
Hearing that Yan Jiang was coming soon, Song Fei was a little nervous. For a while, she felt that her lipstick was gone, and for a while, she felt that she had to go to the toilet, as if she couldn't urinate all of a sudden.
Song Ci saw Song Fei's uneasy look in her eyes, and she said, "Song Fei, are you scared?"
Song Fei gave her a blank look.
The tapping sound was getting closer. Hearing this movement, Song Ci stood up with some doubts and walked to the north of the bedroom. Pushing open the window, Song Ci looked out of the manor, and saw Yan Jiang arriving with a group of brothers riding a group of handsome horses.
Song Ci was stunned.
"Song Fei, Yan Jiang drove the horses they were riding!"
Song Fei got up and walked to Song Ci's side, hid behind her and looked at the gate, only to see Butler Cai open the door. After the door opened, Yan Jiang and his best man group, a total of six people, ran in on horses.
The corners of Song Fei's lips raised slightly, "I like this way of welcoming the marriage." Song Fei ran downstairs without waiting for Song Ci and the others to stop the marriage.
Song Ci chased after her wearing high heels, "Song Fei, what are you in a hurry for? We still have to stop the groom!"
"What's the matter? I'm going to get married anyway."
Song Fei ran downstairs and ran into Yan Jiang and the others head-on.
Seeing the bride running down by herself, wearing a knitted mermaid skirt instead of a wedding dress, the groomsmen behind Yan Jiang were shocked.
Yan Jiang himself was a little surprised. "A Fei."
Yan Jiang looked at Song Fei with some surprise. Song Fei didn't have many opportunities to wear skirts, and only occasionally changed at night. Seeing Song Fei dressed up in such a warm and lovely look for the first time, Yan Jiang's heart softened in a mess.
"A Fei, you are so pretty."
Song Ci ran down the stairs with her skirt in her hand, saw Yan Jiang and said, "Song Fei forbids us to block the door, but the red envelopes are still indispensable. A Jiang, where are the red envelopes?"
A handsome best man came out from behind Yan Jiang, it was the actor Wei Lai. Wei Lai was carrying a bag in his hand. He walked towards Song Ci with a smile, and said as he walked, "Mrs. Han, here it is!"
The bag was stuffed to the brim, and it was sincere at first glance.
Only then was Song Ci satisfied.
She handed the red envelopes to Butler Cai and said to him, "Distribute all the red envelopes to the servants."
"Good lady."
Yan Jiang brought Song Fei onto the horse, and a group of people drove away.
Song Ci stood at the gate, looking at Song Fei and the others' backs with a melancholy expression, feeling discouraged.
This unmotivated woman!
Han Zhan was amused to see Song Ci so depressed. "I think this is pretty good." Song Fei had a weird personality, and she did things according to her preferences. Han Zhan was not at all surprised that Song Fei did something like running to the groom to greet the bride.
Song Ci shook her head straight, "Women are not allowed to stay in college."
"No."
"Hold the children down, and we can go too."
"good."
Han Zhan and the others drove two cars to the wedding, and he sat in one with Song Ci and their two daughters. In another car, the children's housekeeper and nanny sat. Song Fei got married today, Song Ci and Han Zhan were both busy, and the children could only be taken care of by the nanny and housekeeper.
Han Zhan sat in the co-pilot, Song Ci and the children sat in the back.
Both little ones were wearing red jackets and yarmulkes today. Han Miao's chubby face looked rounder, and Han Jun looked cuter than usual.
When they arrived at the hotel, Song Ci and Han Zhan took their children for a stroll around the banquet hall. After seeing the familiarity, Han Zhan asked Long Yu to bring the little sisters back to the room.
Song Ci went to Song Fei's side to have a look. Song Fei had already prepared the shape for the wedding ceremony. She said she was hungry and asked Song Ci to get her some chocolate. Song Ci knew that Song Fei would be hungry, and she said, "I told you to eat last night, but you didn't listen."
Song Fei was so hungry that her stomach felt uncomfortable, and she felt a little nauseous.
Seeing Song Fei retching, the stylist laughed at her: "Are you pregnant?"
Hearing this, Song Fei and Song Ci fell silent at the same time.
The stylist noticed Song Ci and Song Fei's silent reaction, and she realized that she had said something wrong. "I'm sorry, Miss Song Fei, I didn't mean anything bad, and I won't spread the word."
The stylist thought that Song Fei and Yan Jiang were getting married with a son, and thought that Song Fei was worried that she would spread the matter to the outside world and cause bad public opinion, so she was unhappy.
Song Fei shook her head and said, "It's fine."
Song Ci glanced at the stylist, but said, "Please avoid it first." Song Ci usually seemed easy to get along with, but when her face became a little more serious, the majesty of the wife of the richest man was revealed, and she looked a little bluffing.
The stylist hurriedly took his colleagues out respectfully.
After they left, Song Ci took out a few chocolates from her bag, which was the brand Song Ci loved most but didn't dare to eat more. "I prepared chocolate for you, would you like some?"
Song Fei took the chocolate, peeled off one, threw it into her mouth, and twirled the chocolate with the tip of her tongue like eating popping candy.
The rich taste of chocolate spread in every corner of the mouth, but Song Fei still felt uncomfortable.
Infertility has always been a knot in Song Fei's heart. Whether a woman is willing to have children is one thing, but it is another thing not to be able to have children.
Song Ci knew that Song Fei was feeling uncomfortable, so she told Song Fei: "Han Zhan told me that the American Ice Dragon Institute has an artificial womb technology, you can go and learn about it."
"I know about this." Song Fei is also a member of the medical field. When she woke up, she heard about the existence of this technology and felt miraculous.
"Forget it, let's not talk about it." Song Fei put her arms around Song Ci's shoulders and said to her, "You must not secretly feel guilty, Song Ci, I never blame you."
She just regrets not being able to have children. But if she had to choose between having a child or saving Song Ci's life, Song Fei would still choose to save Song Ci.
After all, the child has never been owned, and Song Ci is her younger sister. They are iron sisters who have fought in the womb.
Knock Knock—
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Song Ci: "Who is it?"
"Excuse me, is this Miss Song Fei's room?"
Song Ci heard a female voice, which was unfamiliar to the first-hand, but familiar after a second taste.
Where did you hear it
Song Ci walked over and opened the door.
A tall figure caught Song Ci's eyes.
The visitor was carrying a black shoulder bag, with curly hair, and a camel gray ladies' coat. White shirt and black trousers, with a pair of flat ladies' shoes. She's a flat-chested but genuine woman.
Song Ci stared at the girl's face, feeling surprised.
"Jiang Bi?" It was none other than Jiang Bi who lived downstairs in Song Ci's house, Han Wangwang's good sister.
Jiang Bi recognized at a glance that the person in front of her was Song Ci, not Song Fei. Song Fei didn't have such a sexy figure like her, and she wasn't as charming as her.
Jiang Bi asked politely, "Mrs. Han, is Miss Song Fei there?"
Song Ci nodded, "Yes."
She didn't let Jiang Bi in, but turned around and asked Song Fei, "Song Fei, the eldest lady of the Jiang family is looking for you, do you want to meet?" Song Ci was not sure if Song Fei knew Jiang Bi, so she told Jiang Bi's detailed identity Song Fei.
But after Song Fei learned the identity of the outsider, she said, "Let her in."
"good."
Song Ci let Jiang Bi into the suite.
Jiang Bi followed Song Ci, bypassed the small living room and the tea room, and then entered Song Fei's bedroom. As soon as he entered the room, Jiang Bi saw Song Fei sitting at the end of the bed, wearing a backless wedding dress.
Seeing Song Fei's wedding dress for the first time, Jiang Bi was amazed.
Song Ci casually picked up an orange on the table, which was a gift from the hotel. She was about to sit down on the sofa when she heard Song Ci say, "Song Ci, go and help me see if Yan Jiang is ready, and take a photo of his dress for me."
Song Ci was a little surprised.
Song Fei is trying to dismiss her.
Song Ci's inquisitive eyes flicked back and forth between Song Fei and Jiang Bi. How did these two know each other? They still seem to know each other well.
What are they talking about behind their backs
Song Ci felt like her baby was being snatched away.
She looked at Jiang Bi a few more times, then took the orange and walked out reluctantly.
After Song Ci closed the door, Jiang Bi smiled and said to Song Fei, "Your sister treats me as an enemy, as if I robbed her of her treasure."
Song Fei said, "She is rather naive." It sounded like Song Fei was scolding Song Ci, but Jiang Bi saw the smile in Song Fei's eyes.
This pair of sisters.
Seeing their deep affection, Jiang Bi couldn't help thinking of her relatives, and her eyes darkened.
Song Fei asked Jiang Bi, "Are you here alone?"
"No, with my father." After the failure of the last blind date, his father intentionally took Jiang Bi out to meet the world, make friends, and wanted to find him a son-in-law.
"Master is getting married today, and my apprentice brought a congratulatory gift." Jiang Bi opened the bag, and handed over the various property transfers and company shares inside to Song Fei.
Song Fei read those documents one by one, feeling a little moved, and at the same time feeling ashamed.
Even though she was only one year older than Jiang Bi, Song Fei looked at Jiang Bi with the eyes of a child. Song Fei said, "Little apprentice, Master is not suitable for business. You take these shareholding documents, and I will accept the transfer of property rights." down."
Dividing Jiang Bi's shares all at once would definitely have an impact on Jiang Bi, and she couldn't harm Jiang Bi.
Song Fei threw those softwares to Jiang Bi back then, just wanting to make a little money, but who knew that her little apprentice was so powerful that she made more than 20 billion yuan for her.
Song Fei has never been a greedy woman, she knows very well that the software she wrote is only worth the price of those few houses.
However, upon hearing Song Fei's words, Jiang Bi said, "Master, without your help and teaching, there would be no Jiang Bi today."
During the darkest period of Jiang Bi's life, it was Song Fei's appearance that gave him hope. Without Song Fei's help, Jiang Bi might have died in the ring of the underground boxing hall.
"Master, for me, you are my salvation. You must accept these shares."
Hearing what Jiang Bi said, Song Fei stopped insisting and accepted those things.
Give it back to him later when you have a chance.
Song Fei remembered that when she first met Jiang Bi, Jiang Bi's life was in poverty. "When you were young, you were living in the boxing hall. Why did you turn around and become the eldest lady of the Jiang family?"
Staring at Jiang Bi's lady's attire and the wide pair of women's shoes on the soles of her feet, Song Fei felt even more strange, "Didn't you tell me when you were a child that you were a boy?" Can this gender change
Or did Jiang Bi undergo sex reassignment surgery later
But it doesn't look like it.
Jiang Bi's eyes were ever-changing. Facing his master who loved him since he was a child, Jiang Bi tore off the veil that had been disguised for a long time, and said wearily, "I pretended."
Song Fei took a deep look at him before saying, "What difficulties have you encountered?"
"Remember when I told you when I was a child that I had a twin sister?"
"Well, I remember."
Jiang Bi clenched his fists, and he told Song Fei the grievances suffered by his sister.
"The cause of my sister's death is related to Jiang Guchuan's group of friends. I disguised myself as my sister in order to find out who killed my sister!"
The elder brother was originally named Jiang Zhen, and the younger sister was named Jiang Bi.
It is not easy for a grown man to pretend to be a girl. Fortunately, Jiang Zhen and Jiang Bi were twin sisters, and Jiang Bi grew up tall, and was still young when he died, so he could still grow taller.
So when playing the younger sister, Jiang Zhen only needs to learn to imitate her younger sister's voice and pretend to be a girl.
After hearing what happened to Jiang Zhen, Song Fei felt a lot of emotion in her heart. "Why do you bother, just take them all in one pot, how easy it is."
"Master, what I want is to announce their crimes to the world. I want them to apologize to my sister publicly. I want them to die!" It would be too cheap for them to die happily.
Knock Knock—
Someone knocked on the door outside, followed by the wedding planning manager's voice: "Miss Song Fei, get ready, you're going downstairs in ten minutes, get ready to enter."
"good."
Jiang Bi checked the time and said, "Master, I'm going down first."
"good."
When Jiang Bi opened the door, she met Song Ci who was looking suspicious outside the door. Seeing that Jiang Bi had finally come out, Song Ci couldn't help asking, "Jiang Bi, do you know my sister?"
Jiang Bi nodded coldly, "Well, we've known each other since we were kids, and we're good friends."
Jiang Bi generously explained that he and Song Fei had known each other since childhood, but Song Ci did not doubt their relationship. "So that's it. By the way, did you come with Wangwang? I saw Wangwang downstairs just now."
Hearing Han Wangwang's name, Jiang Bi's eyes lit up a little. "I'm going to find her."
Jiang Bi strode away and entered the elevator.
Song Ci went back to her room and asked Song Fei, "You and Jiang Bi have known each other since we were kids? Are you a netizen?"
Facing Song Ci who was not forgiving, Song Fei seemed very patient. "Well, he is a netizen. He has good computer skills. We used to compete together when we were young."
"That's no wonder."
Song Ci helped Song Fei tidy her hair and put on jewelry for her.
All the jewelry on Song Fei's body was Song Ci's dowry to her.
Song Fei's wedding dress style is relatively simple, not suitable for wearing too complicated jewelry, so Song Ci matched her with a clavicle chain tassel pendant.
The tassel pendant is a little angel, and the little angel hangs down on Song Fei's chest, serving as an embellishment.
"Song Fei, Yan Jiang will be amazed when he sees you later." Song Fei, who has carefully dressed up, is really beautiful and fascinating.
Song Fei stood up, and accompanied by Song Ci, went downstairs with pinches.
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Downstairs, Jiang Bi walked into the banquet hall, looked around the hall, and saw Han Wangwang.
Song Fei and Yan Jiang got married today. Han Wangwang and his younger brother Han Junjun attended the wedding together. Their father and grandfather were too busy to attend.
Han Wangwang wore a dark blue dress, long hair, clean makeup and flawless skin.
Han Wangwang and Han Junjun sat at the same table. After three and a half years, Han Junjun has grown into a tall and straight young man, sitting there in a white suit, attracting the attention of many young ladies.
Han Wangwang's cell phone rang.
She opened WeChat and saw the message—
Girlfriend: [I'm in the toilet, come see me.]
Han Wangwang hurriedly stood up.
She looked around at the guests in the hall, and saw Jiang Bi's father, Jiang Weimin, and the bejeweled Mrs. Jiang at a certain table. Han Wangwang said to Han Junjun: "I'm going to the toilet, help me take two seats."
"two?"
Han Junjun was a little surprised, "Who else wants to come?"
"My friend, you know, Jiang Bi."
"oh."
Han Junjun always heard Jiang Bi mentioned by his sister, but he had never seen what that Jiang looked like, so he was quite curious. Han Wangwang took the small bag and walked lightly to the toilet.
Han Wangwang went into the toilet, but he didn't see Jiang Bi's people, but he saw a few hot actresses in the entertainment circle touching up their makeup in the toilet. Han Wangwang whispered, "Abi, where are you?"
Jiang Bi's voice came from a toilet cubicle, "Here."
Han Wangwang lifted the hem of the skirt and walked over, careful not to make the hem of the beautiful dress dirty. Just as she was about to knock on the door, Jiang Bi, who had seen her high heels a long time ago, suddenly opened the door.
Unprepared, Han Wangwang fell into Jiang Bi's arms.
The two of them got bored in the toilet for a while before they came out, Han Wangwang's lipstick was stained by Jiang Bi.
Jiang Bi pulled Han Wangwang out of the toilet.
The previous women had already left, and there were only the two of them in the toilet. Jiang Bi picked up Han Wangwang and put him on the sink. Jiang Bi opened Han Wangwang's clutch bag and found Han Wangwang's favorite radish lipstick in it.
There is no need for Han Wangwang to lower his head to cooperate, Jiang Bi can put on lipstick for Han Wangwang by raising his head.
Han Wangwang parted her lips slightly, and Jiang Bi looked at her beautiful lips, and could remember the creamy taste of eating a small cake in her mouth. Jiang Bi took a deep breath before applying the lipstick on Han Wangwang's lips.
Song Ci hurried to the toilet, turned around and saw Han Wangwang and Jiang Bi.
she:"."
She was inexplicably sweetened by the scene in front of her.
Seeing Song Ci coming, Han Wangwang felt guilty, but Jiang Bi still held her face and continued to touch up her makeup. Han Wangwang immediately calmed down again, thinking: I and Jiang Bi are both girls, and Aunt Xiaobiao will definitely not think wrong.
But as everyone knows, her little cousin's thoughts have been bent into a coil of mosquito coils.
"Little Biao Aunt." Han Wangwang gave Song Ci a sweet smile and said, "Are you coming to the toilet too?"
Song Ci nodded, "The ceremony is about to begin, hurry up and touch up your makeup."
"good."
Song Ci came out after using the toilet, and Jiang Bi was still trimming Han Wangwang's eyebrows.
Song Ci washed her hands in the sink next to them. She dried them with the dryer, took out the hand cream from her bag and wiped it carefully. An exquisite girl who loves beauty, always prepares various skin care products in her bag.
After applying the hand cream, when Song Ci was about to leave, she suddenly called Jiang Bi to stop.
"Jiang Bi."
Jiang Bi looked at Song Ci silently from the side.
I saw Song Ci pointing the corner of his lips with his finger, and said, "You have red lipstick on the corner of your mouth." In fact, Jiang Bi was wearing a more ordinary cinnamon-colored lipstick today, but there was some red lipstick on the corner of his mouth. Bullblood red lipstick.
That is Han Wangwang's lip color.
Jiang Bi and Han Wangwang understood Song Ci's hint, and their expressions changed.
Song Ci turned and left.
Back in the banquet hall, Song Ci sat down beside Han Zhan, a little absent-minded, and didn't speak much. Han Zhan noticed Song Ci's strangeness, and he handed a cup of hot tea to Song Ci's hand.
Song Ci took the teacup, without even testing the water temperature, she raised her hand and was about to drink the cup of tea. Han Zhan quickly grabbed her wrist and taught her: "Why are you so reckless, this is hot tea."
Song Ci recalled it, and reprimanded Han Zhan instead: "Then why don't you let me warm and cool?"
Han Zhan smiled, "You." He shook the cup, blew, and said, "What are you thinking? I see that you have been restless since you came back from the toilet."
Squinting his long eyes, Han Zhan said, "Did you hear something unpleasant in the toilet again?" Toilets, coffee shops, and patios in courtyards are always places where gossip breeds.
Song Ci really wanted to tell Han Zhan: I saw your little niece and Jiang Bi get together.
But afraid of frightening Han Zhan's heart, Song Ci could only hold back. Besides, Song Ci didn't know what the relationship between Han Wangwang and Jiang Bi was, so jumping to conclusions might hurt Han Wangwang's heart.
To put it another way, Han Wangwang likes whoever he likes, what Song Ciguan is so wide-ranging about. Isn't the reason Xiao Ming's grandfather lived to 98 years old because he never meddles in other people's business
Boom—
Boom—
Suddenly, a solemn bell sounded from the speakers.
The master of ceremonies stood under the stage and reminded everyone loudly: "Everyone please be quiet, the auspicious time has come, and the bride is invited to enter!"
Hearing this, everyone fell silent.
With his back to the gate, Yan Jiang stood on the small round stage in the middle of the red carpet.
Yan Jiang's hair was too short for styling, so the stylist put on a wig for Yan Jiang. Today, Yan Jiang wore a black gentleman's swallowtail suit, with two letters, an F and a J, nailed on the bottom two buttons of the jacket.
A silver chain connected the two letters, Xiaoji showed his love for Song Fei everywhere.
Yan Jiang's hands were hanging on his chest, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands, and he was taking a deep breath. Immediately, seeing Song Fei wearing a wedding dress, he was nervous and didn't know where to put it.
Song Fei walked into the venue with small steps.
She was wearing a halter neck wedding dress with a shallow V neckline today, exposing her sexy and beautiful back. She had all her curls up, and instead of a veil, she wore a lace wedding half-veiled hat.
She walked behind Yan Jiang and patted him on the shoulder lightly.
Yan Jiang turned his head slowly, and with a glance, he carefully engraved Song Fei's appearance today deep in his soul. Seeing Song Fei who was wearing a wedding dress and looking at her with a smile, Yan Jiang suddenly put his hands on his forehead, lowered his head and cried.
Audience: "."
Knew it!
When Yan Jiang cried, Song Fei made an astonishing move. She pulled Yan Jiang's head off, pressed it into her arms, and patted him on the back lightly. "Why are you crying, don't cry."
Yan Jiang hugged Song Fei and cried, "Ah Fei, I...I'm so happy, I finally married you."
Yan Jiang was sobbing and sobbing, but the audience roared with laughter. After participating in the wedding ceremony so many times, it was the first time they saw the groom hiding in the arms of the bride and crying so exaggeratedly at the wedding ceremony.
Song Ci laughed and fell into Han Zhan's arms, "Emma, this crybaby is really a coward."
Yan Jiang had established an arrogant self-image in the entertainment industry for so many years, but at the moment of the wedding, his personality suddenly collapsed.
The heads of Yan Jiang's fan club who were invited to the wedding looked at each other when they saw Yan Jiang crying and crying.
Who would have thought that a boy who looks frivolous and uninhibited, who rages all over the entertainment industry, has a little crying bag in his heart.
Is this the true face of an idol
(end of this chapter)