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White shirt, casual pants, long body such as jade, who is the pianpianpiangui childe, so gentle singing, tender style.

Nolan only felt that all the light was hitting Lu Zhen. It was clearly at night, and the light around was not good. However, there was a white light in his eyes, which covered Lu Zhen.

His eyebrows were magnified.

His twinkle and smile are deeply engraved in his mind.

So it\'s fresh and engraved in his bone marrow. It can\'t be separated.

Nolan only felt that his breathing became slow and long, reluctant to interrupt, so charming Lu Zhen.

He\'s a luminous body, a male hormone walking machine, and he\'s the focus wherever he goes. Now, on both sides of the river, there are people gathered to listen to him sing.

This sad and affectionate English song was perfectly interpreted by him.

Nolan was proud and envious. What he envied was that the perfect Lu Zhen and the perfect song were heard by people outside of him. He was proud that the man loved him and he loved him.

To make Lu Zhen fall in love with himself is the proudest thing he has ever done.

With his side, every day is a surprise.

He knew that he was a dull man, and all the people he dealt with said that. He could not speak, his personality was cold and he was silent. All his partners who had worked with him were either afraid of him or kept away from him.

He always knew that he would not please others.

But this kind of self can make Lu Zhen very happy. He doesn\'t know what Lu Zhen thinks. As long as he is around Lu Zhen, he will feel very satisfied and ask for nothing else. When Lu Zhen is happy, he will be happy.

The man sat a meter away from him, as if covered with golden light.

He didn\'t really like the meaning of the lyrics, but he liked it very much. Listen to him sing this song.

When Lu Zhen finished singing, she turned her eyes and looked at Nolan\'s gentle eyes. Her heart was filled with pride. If she was praised, she would not mention her pride.

The guitar belongs to someone else. Lu Zhen sang a song and gave it back to others.

The guitarist always said with admiration that his voice was so good and his music was so moving that he could sing better than all the singers he had ever heard, and there were little girls looking at him with a red face.