In June, the sky of the Imperial Capital lost the yellow sand in the spring. It was a rare good weather. In the evening, it was even more beautiful. The red and purple burned the sky into a fiery cloud.
When Xi Ze suddenly kissed, Ming Xiaoyu didn't stop him, but he also knew that there were paparazzi watching carefully. Since the relationship between the two was made public, Ming Yu was surrounded by reporters, and even when he was on vacation, reporters followed him everywhere.
This kind of news from reporters is no big deal. At most, it's just a change of place to show their affection. Anyway, the two of them are in a good relationship now, and the lace news that these reporters want will never appear.
However, there are reporters watching, which always makes people feel a little uncomfortable, so Xi Ze drove the car and temporarily left the parking lot. After turning a few more streets, he shook off the paparazzi who followed behind.
"Recently, I took half a month of filming, but I didn't pay attention to the rankings." Ming Yu pressed down the car window and let the cool evening wind blow through the gap in the window, and said, "But the rankings Don't tell me the results of the list, I can probably guess something."
"Can you guess what?"
"Guess I'm not number one."
Ming Yu said this quickly and directly, but Xi Ze didn't respond much when he heard it. Instead, he nodded solemnly and agreed with a serious face: "Yes, the first place is your husband."
Ming Xiaoyu has long been completely immune to this kind of molesting, and now she just curled her lips and said, "You are poor, anyway, I don't know who it is, I am on Weibo every day, asking me to fight. Break his leg."
Who can't speak a yellow accent? Mr. Xi smiled calmly: "Oh, which leg are you going to cut off?"
After all, it is Ming Xiaoyu who is a little thinner: "… (┙>∧