Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Everyone here looked at Liang Bingbing with a stunned look.

This kind of look seems to say: Oh! It turned out to be a fool...

At this moment, the so-called sisters standing beside Liang Bingbing did not speak.

This is the male **** in the minds of everyone in the middle school.

Even if you can't be a lover of a male god, you can't be a person that the male **** hates.

What's more, Liang Bingbing usually has a good family and is a bit arrogant in school.

Now she is out of the air, they seem to have a little feeling of gloating.

"You...you!" Liang Bingbing threw out the bag in his hand and yelled, "You give me waiting!"

An Zhensheng saw the Luo Ding directly in the inside, and he whispered slightly and whispered: "Women, let's go in, this person seems to be in a bad state."

"Hey---" Luo Dian did not hold back and smiled.

Although An Zhensheng said it was euphemistic, as the name suggests, he meant: This person seems to be a neuropathy.

In the last row of positions, Luo Dingchen held popcorn in his hands, which only saw the name of the movie.

......

A little inexplicable speechless, because it is called "Spring of Rice Ears"!

This is a literary film, the female lord is called Fang Sui.

It is true that no matter from the title or the name of the woman, it reveals a strong rural atmosphere.

However, this is in line with the theme of the literary film, because it was the love of the Republic of China.

Reasonable, the content is not bad, it is a bit too emotional.

At that time, a comb, a calligraphy, a pen, a ribbon can be a token of love.

At that time, the love was pure, there were not so many material conditions, and there were not so many small rooms.

It’s just that men and women who love it can’t help but feel sorry for them.

Many little girls in the cinema were crying, crying on the shoulders of the boys.

An Zhensheng's slight side looked at Luo's dust, and her calmness was a little scary.

Not only did not cry, but even the eyes were not red.

expensive! A little unwilling feeling. Obviously, I read everyone's comments on the forum. They all said that the drama was very tearful. He only took him to see him.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a complete failure.

The film ended. When the man closed his eyes and died, the entire studio was crying.

Until the light is on, the slightest light is shining on the face. She turned around and smiled at him shallowly: "It's over."

"Well..." he asked with some annoyance: "Is it not good?"

"looks good!"

"Then you...it doesn't seem to be very..."

He pointed to the little girl in front of her boyfriend's arms.

Luo Dust immediately noticed, and then whispered a smile: "If you experience a lot, you will not be moved by tears."

Whether it is for love or for friendship.

From the entrance of the cinema, Luo Dust pointed to the dessert shop not far away: "The time is still early, you invite me to watch a movie, I invite you to drink!"

An Weisheng’s tiny street lamp was slightly sprinkled on her cheek, and the strange and familiar memories in her mind surged up.

Such a night, such a shimmer, such a street.

Such a... girl.

This situation seems to be the same as what appears in his dreams.

He nodded without hesitation, then shook his head again.

"What's wrong?" Luo Dian did not pay attention to what he meant, and asked again.

"The nightingale must be eaten, but I don't want to drink."

"What do you want to drink?"

"liqueur."