Superstar Lover Terminator

Tonight is destined to be a restless night. Wenya holds her mobile phone and wants to post something on Facebook but dare not. I feel really different.At home, Joan didn't wear high heels and was a little taller than herself. She lost her usual aloof aura, and she was approachable when sitting and eating together, but the way she looked at Yue Muxing was very wrong, as if she was looking at someone she had known for a long time and wanted to Unrequited love that says something but can't speak for a long time!

Wenya was shocked by her own thoughts, but Joan's eyes clearly conveyed such a message to the people around her. Thinking about it carefully, Joan might have seen Yue Muxing at the concert, so why didn't she have an impression of herself?Every time I stand next to Mu Xing, I can't figure it out, and I can't express the excitement and happiness I want to convey. Tonight, I am destined to suffer from insomnia due to this lingering emotion.

Generally speaking, people will have their own idols, people they like, people they admire, and the surprise of seeing them suddenly and living together in the future will undoubtedly give people a huge impact. Joan has no one to admire or an idol. She has become a superstar in the eyes of others along the way, but as long as she is a person, there are more or less likes and dislikes, and it is worth looking forward to.

From the time Yue Muxing came into my sight for the first time, I felt like I was addicted to drugs and had no way to quit. Her voice would always pop up in my mind from time to time. At first, it was just because I was angry, but someone neglected me so much. But after thinking about it carefully, as a singer, entertainer, and idol, shouldn't the most immune to those unwarranted curses and contempt?

Joan couldn't tell what she was feeling now, except that Yue Muxing's arrival turned her anticipation into secret joy, and she was more confused, she was not from her country, she was a student, and she was a woman.

Yue Muxing was worried about the moving company, so he brought up the expensive equipment such as the camera by himself. She was already exhausted, and fell asleep on the bed after taking a shower. The people who lived on both sides of her room had their eyes open. one night.

When Yue Muxing woke up the next day, the people in the other rooms were completely silent, and he didn't have much money after paying the rent, so he had to go out and find some part-time jobs today.In the past, I was a boss who would introduce me to scattered jobs. Now I am a junior, and I will graduate in one year. When I have to face this society alone, I will pave the way for myself earlier, and the road will be smoother later. I can’t really He expects Wen Ya to start a company after graduation.

Yue Muxing studied photography, so she doesn't have other skills except taking pictures and retouching pictures. She tried to find a part-time job in some photo studios, but was rejected by others because they had photographers.No one wants to use Yue Muxing, a Sanwu employee who has not yet graduated, can't produce works, and doesn't even have a camera.Yue Muxing used to take photos of models, but now the hot ones can only be seen on TV magazines. If you show others the photos of these people, no one will believe that she took them, and she believes that with her own Ability can also find a part-time job.

The fact is that such ruthlessness destroys people with dreams in this world. After a day, Yue Muxing ran to many places, but no one was willing to hire her. Do you still want to take pictures of those models?Yue Muxing thought about it.She is very unwilling to touch such a big dye vat in the entertainment industry and fashion industry. She cannot guarantee that she can maintain that sincerity after being exposed to it.She has seen a lot of contests between artists and models, and the intrigue between models. Those who are more powerful can live for a long time, and those who cannot control the audience can only die on the spot. In the end, there are very few outstanding people who can be among the top. .Yue Muxing suddenly thought of Joan, the superstar who suddenly broke into his life, she is a living example, there are constant scandals, and men come and go.She may be one of the few people in this circle who has the right time, place and people.

Back home with heavy steps.

"Muxing, where have you been?" Wenya heard the sound of the door opening and saw Yue Muxing coming back.

She had been sitting on the sofa in the living room for a whole day, during which Joan only came out to get water twice and takeaway once, and he was so desperate that he didn't even say a few words to her.

"I'm going out to find a part-time job." Yue Muxing said weakly, and fell on the sofa exhausted.

Wen Ya naturally stretched out her hand and put it on Yue Muxing's head, "Why are you looking for a part-time job again? Have you run out of money again?" Didn't you work all the time during the summer vacation?

"Yeah." Yue Muxing closed his eyes and didn't want to talk.

The movements in Wen Ya's hands paused for a moment and then started moving again.

Yue Muxing looked like he was about to fall asleep. He must have traveled a lot today. It seems that he couldn't find a part-time job. New York, a city full of talents, lacks people.Yue Muxing is so strong. I discovered it when I first met her. She never tells others about things, never confides her heart to others easily, doesn’t share or complain, and just repeats it every day. Studying the subject, taking photos, being bullied and just looking like a coward who knocked out his teeth and swallowed it in his stomach.But it is such a taciturn and stunned person who can always bring positive energy to people, and work hard for himself without fear of hard work.

Joan, who had been silent for a whole day, finally made a movement. In the room, she heard the sound of the door opening. It might be that Yue Muxing had returned.

Since I didn't fall asleep all night, I was tired and fell asleep at four or five o'clock in the morning. When I woke up, it was almost ten o'clock. When I went out, I saw Wenya sitting on the sofa. I couldn't see Yue Muxing. I thought she He was still in his own room, and after coming out twice, he didn't find anyone. He might have gone out, so he just stayed in the room and waited.At the end of the day, I just ate a little takeaway. For an artist, you can skip meals but you must not eat too much. This is a profession that eats or dies, and it is normal to be hungry.

Wenya was sitting on the sofa, her hands were moving underneath, when she approached, she saw Yue Muxing, she seemed to be asleep on the sofa, Wenya was helping her to hold her head, why are you so tired after going out? Joan's gaze stayed on Wenya's hands all the time. She saw those hands touching her forehead from the top of Yue Muxing's head, and then down to her shoulders. It seemed to Joan that it was stroking.

Wen Ya saw Joan walking this way, and said softly to her, "She's asleep." It meant to keep her voice down.

Joan sat down beside her, and she didn't intend to make any noise.

Wenya, who always goes crazy when she sees idols, is surprisingly quiet and calm. For Wenya, she is a nearly perfect friend. She will always take you to have fun when you are down, and give silently behind your back when you need help. Just like now, she can always tell who is more important and when to do something.She can be enthusiastic at the concert, and she can be as gentle as water when she comes home. She understands her, that's why Yue Muxing and Wenya became good friends.

"Do you need my help?" Joan, who sat quietly for a while, spoke.

Wen Ya rarely smiled normally at Joan, "Could you get me a blanket? I'll cook." Yue Muxing didn't know how long he would sleep, the air conditioner was a little cold when it was always on.

"Okay." Joan didn't go to Yue Muxing's room, but went to her own room to get her own blanket.

After helping Yue Muxing cover the blanket, Joan sat beside him for a while, looking up and down, Yue Muxing frowned and slept very unsteadily, the corners of his closed eyes turned up more obviously, the nose of ordinary people, the nose of ordinary people Why do people's mouths make people so fascinated when put together. Joan lowered her head, the light casting shadows on her eyes, stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Wen Ya was preparing dinner in the kitchen, with a knife in her hand, the potatoes were shredded to almost the same thickness, with excellent knife skills.

"Can you cook?" Joan asked, leaning on the console.

"Well, I learned a little before." Wenya poured the shredded potatoes into the plate and prepared the ingredients.

"Are you Asian?"

"Chinese." Ignition.

Joan was silent for a while, her eyelashes trembling, as if she was thinking about something.

"Can I know what's wrong with her?" Joan asked after thinking for a while.

Stir-fry with a spatula, and the smell of oily smoke fills the whole kitchen at once.

"I guess I'm tired." Add the seasoning and continue to stir fry.

Wenya didn't tell Joan what happened to Yue Muxing. If she wants to know, she should ask herself. It's not good for her to talk too much without Yue Muxing's consent. people.

Joan didn't continue to ask, and sat at the dining table watching Wen Ya who was cooking. Their relationship was very close.