Chapter 1237 The Singer's Ex Boyfriend Is a Cat (129)

He gritted his teeth and rubbed the name lightly.

Bai Weiwei: This bloody misunderstanding.

Ou Jinmo reached out and grabbed her black hair scattered on the pillow.

His voice was low and dangerous, "Why, did you dream of Su Yehan?"

Bai Weiwei: "Dream that he likes you, I strangled him to snatch you over."

Ou Jinmo paused with her fingers, and her jealous and gloomy expression froze for a while.

Bai Weiwei stretched out her hand and tapped her cheek, "Let's have a good morning kiss, my big star."

Ou Jinmo immediately forgot about Su Yechen's topic.

He stared at her pink and delicious cheeks for a while, then lowered his head and kissed.

Don't dare to kiss too much, for fear of not being able to control the desire in your body.

Ou Jinmo came to deliver breakfast to Bai Weiwei and stared at her when she finished eating.

Just picked up her guitar and cat, "Let's go, let's go to the competition."

In the audience for the third round, at least 80% of the audience came for Ou Jinmo and Bai Weiwei.

As for the remaining 20%?

It was hired by the TV station to cry.

Bai Weiwei was the finale, and it was her turn after all the previous contestants had finished singing.

Ou Jinmo is wearing a powder blue jacket, a light-colored T-shirt, and black trousers today.

Such a casual combination has formed a laid-back and childish temperament in him.

He has absolutely no plans to re-install the angel character design.

There was no smile on the delicate and fair face, and there was a casual temptation in the coldness.

When looking at people, the amber pupils are less warm and sharp enough to make people dare not look directly.

The contestants are especially afraid of this angel judge.

Because he killed not only the heart, but also the corpse after the killing, and the ashes after the corpse was whipped.

"Writing a song and writing this virtue, how did you enter the third round and go through the back door?"

Contestant: Damn, don't tell the truth, okay? It's okay to be able to go through the back door.

"Looking so shabby, I'll give you a piece of advice. It's much better to be a creator behind the scenes. Otherwise, if you sing a song that's barely okay, you'll feel like a street beggar selling it."

Contestant: I am very happy that my talent in songwriting has been affirmed.

Of course there are also good songs.

Ou Jinmo's face was gloomy, but his comments were fair.

He is still serious about music.

But everyone could see that he was impatient, no matter how professional the comments were.

He couldn't hide his eagerness to fast-forward.

If it weren't for the live broadcast, it is estimated that Ou Jinmo would have skipped directly to the end to watch Bai Weiwei.

Finally waited until Bai Weiwei came on stage.

She actually didn't feel anything about this singing competition, if it weren't for the fifty days of life points, it wouldn't be in vain.

She was thinking about quitting.

After all, Dr. Su's little secret was more attractive to her.

Bai Weiwei came on stage without a guitar and simply stood in the center of the stage.

But there is no sense of emptiness.

Her expression was indifferent, her eyes were clear, and she put her hand on the microphone at will.

The stand for the microphone tilts slightly.

Her every move is not in the slightest, as if she was born to be an angel on the stage.

No one has more control over the rhythm of the entire stage than she does.

The flow of the song is high-pitched, and it is no longer a neat little tune.

It's a dazzling skill beyond anyone's imagination.

The audience at the scene was shocked, unable to take their eyes off her.

Ou Jinmo leaned against the back of the judge's chair, tilted his head and looked at her with a doting smile.

Some movements he taught her.

And she learned it so easily, even much better than he imagined.