Seeing a trace of fascination across Ming Jingxuan's face, Song Qinglian couldn't help but feel curious in her heart, and then asked him: "Brother Xuan, what would you do if you were Jiao Zhongqing?"

Ming Jingxuan's eyes showed a resoluteness: "I am not as cowardly as him. Since I am the one I love, I have to protect it even if I have fought my life. I will never divorce my wife just because of my mother's words."

"If I really reach the point where I can't change, I will definitely go with her. If the one-minded person is no longer there, I will not live alone."

Song Qinglian, however, heard his words for some reason, and a touch appeared in his heart, as if he was moved by the deep affection in his heart.

She couldn't help but sigh: "I never thought that Brother Xuan is like Jiao Zhongqing, who is such a person with the most affectionate nature. If any girl from a family can get Brother Xuan to be so in love, she would be very lucky in her life."

Hearing this, Ming Jingxuan couldn't help laughing: "It's easy to say, but in this world, it's not so easy to find someone who is in love and intimate."

At this moment, what Song Qinglian suddenly remembered was the scene when Ming Jingxuan was sought after by a group of female spectators on the stage.

But when facing the girls' show of kindness, he didn't know that he cared about who he was particularly concerned about. He seemed to be indifferent and indifferent to everyone, and it was not what he was thinking. I don't know if anyone really came to his heart.

For some reason, she wanted to find out what he thought about the female spectators, "Who said he couldn't? Brother Xuan is a popular artist in Minghuitang. There are many girls who like Brother Xuan in the entire capital."

"Is there anyone who is not the one who Brother Xuan is interested in among so many girls from good families and good looks?"

Ming Jingxuan shook his head, without any hesitation in his voice, and he said resolutely: "Those so-called ladies are nothing more than Mr. Xuan who is proficient in folk art on the stage. What he is fighting for is just a show, for his own face."

"What they saw was always the noble young master Xuan, not Ming Jingxuan. How could they know that the young master Xuan on the stage was not the real me. Who else likes me from the heart?"

"No matter how rich or luxurious they are, they are definitely not my soulmates. What I really want is just someone who knows me and understands me."

"The flowers are fascinating, and I don't bother to see them. Just some vulgar fans, which one is worthy of my sincere heart as Jiao Zhongqing is to Liu Lanzhi?"

He spoke firmly and resolutely, as if he had no interest in the female spectators. It seemed that no matter how beautiful and beautiful the women in this world were worthy of his warmth and coldness.

For some reason, when he heard that he had not had a lover, Song Qinglian felt a little lucky, but for some reason, she blinked her pure eyes, "Then... Brother Xuan hopes to meet someone who is worthy of your sincere heart?"

Ming Jingxuan did not express the answer in his heart, but just smiled slightly, with a three-point warmth in his eyebrows and eyes, "If there really are two identical people in this world, and no matter how vast the world is, they will definitely meet them. Perhaps, she is on the way."

His words were ambiguous, as if they were out of the way, and as if they were intent. Song Qinglian also seemed to understand, but it was not easy for her to explore too much about him, so she did not continue to ask.

For some reason, her heart suddenly jumped, and even she could not describe this feeling.

I just feel that when I am with Ming Jingxuan, I always feel extremely at ease and comfort. Every time I meet, I will always be happy. If possible, she even hopes to be with him forever.

When she thought of this, her heart suddenly trembled. Could it be that as Lu Shuangshuang said, she had some different thoughts about him?

But how could he have such a mind? What he wanted was a confidant who knew him and understood him like him, but how could he deserve such an identity?

He treated himself well because he was innocent and incompetent, and regarded himself as a beloved little girl. How could he have such thoughts on him because of his pity?

He is a popular artist in the capital, and he is just the daughter of an old smoker who is disliked. It is a great honor to be able to interact with him. How can he shamelessly have a different emotion towards him?

After all, she is an inconspicuous existence. Even on the stage, he looked at himself more, and in everyone's eyes, he looked at others.

Perhaps the ordinary self is incomparable to the luxurious and beautiful Miss Huo after all. Perhaps in the eyes of others, only such beautiful and noble Miss Huo and the handsome and cold him are the couple born in heaven.

However, the trickle of flowing in my heart could not be calmed down.

I know I can't, but I still feel moved. Some emotions are uncontrollable.

When he first met, he stood upright on the stage, his talent and coldness and arrogance had already deeply attracted her.

Under the stage, he was so gentle and meticulous to himself, and took care of him in every way. For such a gentle and jade-like manner, she couldn't help but want to fall into his tenderness.

But this is not enough to give her a pity for her lack of care since childhood. But for him, it is just a little care of giving. Even if his purity is a different existence in his eyes, his identity is unworthy.

Maybe it was more guilty. He treated him so well, but he finally failed to treat him honestly, and he didn't even tell him his real name.

What she really feared was that Ming Jingxuan knew her true identity and disliked her parents, so she would not treat herself as well. But she felt so guilty when she hid it like this.

Thinking silently, she felt a sense of loss and depression in her heart. Because of her identity, she had to be inferior and sensitive.

"Sister Qinglian, what are you thinking?" Ming Jingxuan's call pulled back her thoughts.

"It's nothing." She withdrew her thoughts. After all, her thoughts could not say anything to him.

Chapter completed!