Chapter 219: Number of votes hanging

And those four judges and a few big names gave Song Feifeila votes, and they only won more than 200,000 votes.
Everyone can't help but sigh, the influence of the cat demon is really well-deserved, which is beyond reach of ordinary domestic first-line stars.
And the difference is not one or two grades.
After seeing the results, the several judges' old faces turned red, and they couldn't leave the scene immediately.
No matter the audience in front of the TV set or the audience at the scene, the eyes of this time are on the mysterious woman wearing a cat face mask on the VIP table.
Her old monk sat there calmly, and her dark blue eyes were unshakable.
It seems that this result was already expected by her.
It is a kind of aura and self-confidence that can only be seen in the strong king, and most people cannot imitate it.
"Now the victory has been divided, the winner of this Super Voice is Meng Ziting."
The host stood beside several players and announced the results.
"You break the rules, junk shows, I won't play with you anymore."
Song Feifei could not accept this fact, dropped the microphone in his hand, and retired angrily.
Let the audience present have three views.
They watched so many draft shows, and the saddest tears they have missed the championship, but no one can't afford to lose so much.
Lin Yichan looked at Song Feifei's angry figure, a sneer evoked in the corner of his mouth.
Then put down his hand holding his chin, straightened up arrogantly.
...
Seeing Song Feifei go, Mrs. Song quickly followed.
Both mother and daughter were equally angry, and the result was completely unexpected, they came for the championship.
The celebration banquet has been arranged, and now it has not won the championship, which is much more shameful.
Their bags were locked in the dressing room. When they arrived in the dressing room, Song Feifei looked at herself in the mirror and was out of breath. He lifted his chair and smashed into the mirror.
The mirror slammed, and the broken shattered.
Fearing that she might hurt herself, Mrs. Song quickly held her. "Fifi, calm down."
She herself was also very annoyed, "Did you guys haven't heard from the cat monster before? Why did you suddenly kill a cat monster?"
Song Feifei yelled, "Who knows she's full of food and she's full of braces, so the big name came to this little temple to make fun."
Mrs. Song gritted her teeth and said, "She has no new works except those few classic songs. It is estimated that it was only Jiang Lang who did not hang out in M ​​country."
She said half of this to comfort Song Feifei.
She knew she must hate the cat demon most now.
"I'm so mad ..." Song Feifei frantically held his head with both hands and cluttered his hair.
Looking at Song Feifei who was crazy, Gu Nianjia hid behind a hanger with a pile of clothes and did not dare to come out.
She came to get her bag. She was not allowed to bring her bag when she entered the studio just now, so she was locked with Song Feifei's bag.
Hey, if I knew it, I would n’t pretend to take the bag that the goddess gave her, even if it was in the car.
It is really pretending to be cautious.
But ... the more afraid, the more it will happen.
"Gu Nianjia?"
Hearing Song Feifei calling her name, Gu Nianjia stood up instinctively, revealing her head, "Sister Feifei."
She smiled.
Song Feifei killed her with all her heart. Without saying a word, she rushed over and grabbed Gu Nianjia's collar.
So is Mrs. Song, if it is not for a little reason, she will start.