Rebirth of a Supermodel

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"A world apart."

This is really too heavy, so that Song Chuci fell a step after the whole person fell.

The body trembled gently. At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, Ci Ci trembled and stood still in horror. He looked at the juvenile in front of him with an unbelievable gaze. He seemed to be completely convinced that such hurtful words were spoken from the other's mouth.

Song Chuci is a person with strong control. In front of him, Los Angeles will always fall in the bleak. Today, at this moment, the boy used a sentence to pull him completely out of the sky and stepped on his foot.

The words of Luocheng were thoroughly poked on the heart of Song Chuci. This is his biggest weakness. This is the inverse scale that he can't let anyone touch.

The fashion world is a place of luxury and glamour. It is the back garden of the upper class. There are never a flat democracy in the world's top five magazines.

Song Chuci was the first.

When he was just the editor of "Muse", behind him, how many people sneaked on it, poked his spine, disgusted him without a background, and even some people bluntly ridiculed his origins.

In the past few years, Song Chuci used these tough fingers to shut these people.

Many years have passed, no one has ever dared to discuss his right and wrong behind the body of Song Chuci. If Xi Xuan is the fashion godfather of fashion, then he is the only real powerhouse in China Fashion Circle.

For three years, Song Chuci has been in this position for three years. What kind of satirical insults he has not heard, but those words can not let him into the heart. Only this time, this boy is obviously much lighter than those people. However, he made him feel as if he had been cut open by the skin, thrown under the sky, barely naked and endured the scorching sun.

The face turned pale in an instant, and Song Chuci held back the pain in his heart and calmly asked: "Who said something to you?"

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, Ci was not stupid. Los Angeles was obviously crying. Now he ran to himself and said such a heartfelt words. This shows that during the few hours he disappeared, some people played their own right and wrong in front of Los Angeles. Let him misunderstand himself.

But answering Song Chuci's, it is the more cold eyes of Luocheng.

He looked at Song Chuci with an indescribable look. Some of the eyes were disappointed, some were anger, and some were grief to extreme disgust. This disgusting look made Song Chuci feel like a needle. He was stiff and he tried to tell himself that this is the person he likes. This person does not really hate him.

But then the words of Los Angeles made Song Chuci's self-hypnosis more ridiculous.

"I know that they want to leave us. They want us to be separated. But Song Chuci, I am not stupid, I just don't want to care, you don't be fools, those things are real, those things really happen. In your own capacity, in your capacity, why did you climb to the present position in such a short time? Song Chuci, some things are not for a lifetime. I thought that my love for you can make me ignore these things, but when I really know your disgusting things, Song Chuci, I only hate you..."

"Do you know what you are talking about?"

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, the sound of calmness sounded.

There was a trace of water in the eyes of Los Angeles, but he bit his teeth and smiled: "I know, I am telling you, I am sick of you."

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he looked at the strange boy in front of him with the eyes of Ci'an. He looked at it for a long time, and finally laughed lowly: "You are my first favorite person, Los Angeles. I have never been clean, but from the beginning to the end, I like you." Is this enough?"

"not enough."

The simple two words made Song Chuci's eyes red, and his fingers slammed into the palm of his hand. For a long time, he said: "You are my first favorite person. After I am with you, I only have you. Is this enough? ?"

"not enough."

The palm has been pulled out of five deep crescent-shaped imprints. Song Chuci stared at the juvenile in front of him with complex and deep eyes. He seemed to be struggling, but everything went to the end and became a sentence again.

This sentence is very calm, but in the heart of Song Ci, it is already his last straw.

He said: "No matter how I used to go to the present position, now and later, I only have you. You love me, I love you too, and you know that other people's words are for the purpose of breaking up ours, then Luocheng Forget those words, live with me well, enough?"

In the end, he has said very humble, although his eyes are still firm, but the back has been slightly tortuous. He reached out and tried to touch the boy's face, but the tears that just touched the boy's face were opened by Luocheng.

Lost City is full of tears, Song Chuci knows that this child will always keep snoring when he cries, but now he has resisted, just keeps shed tears and looks at himself with indifference and disgusting eyes, as if Sitting high in the sky, overlooking a dusty minimum.

"Song Chuci! Now, are you still saying this in front of me? You said that you love me, I love you, we are going to be together? I tell you, I have never liked you, even if I liked it once. From now on, as long as I hear your name, I will only think, how can I love you such a disgusting person!"

"Luocheng!"

"Song Chuci, you don't have anything to explain. As long as we are still breathing, I will never meet you again."

"Luocheng!"

"Song Chuci, you really make me sick."

At the end of this sentence, Los Angeles turned and left.

The door "砰-" was slammed into the face of Song Chuci who wanted to chase it out. His whole person was beaten backwards, and the palm of the hand that had been stamped was directly knocked out of the blood, and the mottled eyes were all over the palm.

Song Chuci sat alone on the ground of the entrance, looking at the black lacquered door.

At this time, suddenly, the clock of the clock was heard in the house.

At 12 o'clock, the man's birthday has passed, and his carefully prepared gifts have not been sent out. Anyway, he tasted the heart and soul.

This feeling has been tasted by Song Chuci for several years.

As if in the eyes of that person, he is the most humble little man, even if he climbs to the present position, he is just a nouveau riche, and he is never qualified to stand with the other side.

He studied ten years of etiquette and became a joke at this time. He studied the rules of the upper class for five years, and at this time it became the handle of the other party laughing at himself.

How can he work harder, in the eyes of some people, it is just a joke after a meal.

He is the dirt, the dirtiest dirt. Even if he climbs into the sky, even if he can look up to those who have looked down on himself, he can't stop it. The only person he loved in his life, standing in the higher sky, one foot. Step him to the ground again.

The light is on, but his heart is dark.

Song Chuci was not a weak person. He did not show more collapse at this time, just staring at the ground. I don't know how long it took before he started to act.

When he took out his mobile phone, Song Chuci’s finger was a little trembling, but he still pressed the number of Luocheng. However, just after the phone was connected, he just said: "What you know is true, but I really like you!"

On the other side, he replied very quickly: "Roll!"

Calling the past, it is no longer possible to connect, it should be added to the blacklist.

As if I don't know how tired, every time I hang up, I will continue to fight every time. After playing more than one hundred calls, Song Chuci suddenly smiled when the phone was automatically turned off.

He was full of blood and smiled. He seemed to be laughing. He seemed to be crying again. The voice echoed gently in the quiet room. Tears flowed from the eyelids very quickly and wet his face.

When he first entered the magazine, when he was stepping on his fingers, he didn't cry. When he was promoted and raised, but he was being squatted in the back, he didn't cry. The name of Song Chuci seems to be synonymous with strongness. Even he himself did not expect that this teenager would have such a big influence on him.

Why, now, who will hate me, will it be you?

Anyone can, I was not a person worthy of sympathy, but why is that person going to be you?

Before starting this game, Song Chuci did not expect that he would fall so deep in one day; or, before this moment, he did not think that the contempt of the boy could make him fall into **** from heaven and never turn over.

That look is so cold that it can't be forgotten until the beginning of the Song Dynasty. Every time he blinks, his boy’s eyes will appear in his mind, full of reprimand and disgust, as if he is looking at one of the most disgusting things.

The eyes seemed to be transformed into countless dull knives, and they were cut down on his heart. Hey, hey, there is blood flowing from the heart's wounds, the hot blood is mottled, the place where the knife is crossed, the bleeding, the wounds are wolf.

There are some things that I can't explain at all.

In order to get the status of today, in order to let those who look down on themselves must look up to themselves, his life is never clean. He has accepted the unspoken rules. This is mutual benefit. Those women are young and old. If you say that this is selling your body, it is not an exaggeration.

He looks really good, smart enough, and flexible.

Even though he has broken off the relationship with the women in the past years, but he did did those things, then he could not explain to Los Angeles.

Because these are all facts.

The eyes of Los Angeles have not already explained everything?

In the eyes of the person he likes, he is as dirty as a mb.

There is a word called the need for each, which is in the adult society, even if it is dark, but also accept the reality. However, Song Chuci knew that the person he liked never touched this kind of thing. He had this qualification to be pure and clean. If he had this qualification, he would climb to a very high position without relying on other things.

In addition to He Chao, Xi choose only one Luocheng.

Is there a talented model in the world?

That is definitely not the reason why Xizhi chose to hold them, but also because they are He Chaoman and Luocheng.

This world is such a reality. He climbs to his current position by his own means. He thinks he is qualified to love someone and is qualified to have what he wants to own, but he does not understand that he is actually the one he most wants to like. In the mud.

Song Chuci knows that even if he is just an ordinary person, Los Angeles will not care. But when they met, everything had happened and could no longer be changed. And if he is really just an ordinary person, will he know Luocheng?

Absolutely impossible.

He didn't blame Los Angeles. He didn't blame himself. After sitting in the entrance for an hour, Song began to walk up to the table and ate the food on the table. These dishes are already cold, and the greasy stuff looks like an appetite, but Song Chuci seems to have nothing to notice, and still keeps eating.

Everything is eaten at the end, and there is a cake left.

The one with jam says "Give me the favorite person", but the owner of the cake can no longer see it.

Once said that, whoever is over the moment, whoever wants to wash and clean, clean and clean. Luocheng did not take this step first, and Song Chuci walked away, so on this day, he made a lot of preparations, personally cooking and personally making a cake that was not good-looking.

The cold of the night invaded the man's body. His red eyes stared at the cake, and he didn't know how long he saw. He suddenly started. First, I ate the first bite, then the second one, the third one... Song Chuci never had such a wolf, even if he was pushed down in the quagmire and was regarded as the "son of the watch", he did not Wolverine.

In the evening, Song Chu Ci spit all night, then fell to the bathroom, crying and laughing.

He doesn't hate Los Angeles. He just laughs at himself. He laughs at himself and thinks he has got the world, but he doesn't get what he wants most. This world is really unfair to him, but does he have the opportunity to choose, does he have the right to choose?

His childhood did not work as hard as some poor children, but was full of ridicule from others. His appearance is inherited from his 妓|female mother, his wisdom may be inherited from the woman who is being used as a watch, who does not know which one.

He was really greedy at the beginning of the Song Dynasty. He was never a good person. He wanted to get what he wanted in the simplest way. Then he took a shortcut and then he lost the love he could have.

One night of sleeplessness, the next day, the early Song Dynasty Ci squatted and went to the kitchen to take a piece of bread. However, just in the first place he ate, he couldn't help but spit it out.

Eat the second mouth and spit it out; the third mouth, still spit it out...

In the end, he threw the piece of bread aside, sitting on the ground, crying and laughing.

On the other side of the city, Los Angeles also cried all night, and then he suddenly ran out of the house, while playing the phone of Song Chuci, while trying to drive back. But before he entered the garage, he was stopped by his brother and sister. He repeated the words again and let Luocheng die again.

One day later, Los Angeles and Wenya left China and flew to the United States on the other side of the ocean.