Vol 1000 Chapter 1192: Confession (must see)

Chapter 1192: Confession (Must See)
No words overnight.
The next day, Peng Xixi accidentally fell into the water on Lu Yiming's birthday party. Lu Yiming's rumors for her even emptied the scene again spread.
There are even many fans who, after watching the video that Lu Yiming and Peng Xixi collaborated last night, were posted on the Internet, collectively flocked to Lu Yiming's Weibo to leave a message.
"Emperor, you have to take good care of our Shangshu Master."
"Sir, Lord Shang Shu is still waiting for your counterattack!"
"Well, I'm so worried about Master Shang Shu."
Looking at all kinds of things, but without exception is a message to bless him and the bird, Lu Yiming rarely sent a special Weibo to comfort the hearts of fans.
[Everything is over, I hope we will be well in the future. 】
After this simple and intriguing remark, Lu Yiming actually matched a photo of Peng Xixi.
This photo was taken some time ago, when Peng Xixi took him to play in the M country, he took it secretly.
After countless sleepless nights after returning home, this photo accompanied him through boring night after night.
The enthusiasm of netizens has put this ambiguous Weibo on the hot spot in less than ten minutes of Weibo posting.
"Well, is this His Majesty Monk Master's announcement together?"
"Oh my gosh, this photo is full of spoils and looks."
"I believe in love again."
When Lu Yiming watched with interest the netizens' blessings to him and Peng Xixi, the door of the dressing room was suddenly kicked open from the outside.
"Yiming little ancestor, what did you just say nonsense again?" A Hui with disheveled hair and messy clothes, and hurried from the hospital with a mobile phone in his hand.
Overworked A Ahui couldn't stop lying in the hospital. The artist on the booth didn't know what was wrong with his ancestor?
I saw Lu Yiming's Weibo just now, and according to Ahui's understanding of him, he already regarded it as Lu Yiming's confession to Peng Yuexi.
"Me? What's wrong with me?" In the dressing room, Lu Yiming thought about the arrogant silver hair!
"Oh, hello ... why is my life so hard?" A Hui was almost mad, "You tweeted about yourself and asked me what happened?"
At this moment, Lu Yiming seemed to think of it. He looked at Ahui lightly, and said in a very disdainful tone: "Isn't it just a Weibo, look at you?"
Not a Weibo?
But what Weibo do you score?
Like this kind of remarks that come out of the closet, do you really think it's normal?
If it were normal, Ahui lying in the hospital would not have received so many complaints from investors.
Lu Yiming's remarks and the rhythm brought by netizens made those people think Lu Yiming was really wrong! Called him one after another to understand.
If it weren't for Ahui's long-sleeve dance, those words would dispel those people's concerns. Now Lu Yiming is afraid that many endorsements will be cancelled.
"Hurry up, delete the Weibo that I just posted. Lao Tzu. No, no, I'm afraid that deleting it will cause other people to think wildly. Send a clarified Weibo." As the most competent agent, A Hui considered The perspective of the problem is always comprehensive.
"I don't ..." Ao Jiao's Lu Yiming still held his head high, "I won't ..."
Finally, I finally realized that I was not curved, and Lu Yiming had to confess his feelings to the birds.
Eighth more.
Fumble
(End of this chapter)