Mr.Feng, your wife is practicing magic again - Chapter 490

Figure skating is skating, not figure wrestling. She really can’t keep up with all kinds of wrestling. Although it’s not necessarily the real level of sports competition, her idol can’t guarantee that she won’t wrestle. Moreover, every athlete is accumulated with blood, tears and hard sweat. Behind him, everyone’s success is countless failures, She can understand these things, but

But she is a superficial guy, she likes to see the perfect performance without mistakes, she likes to see her idol skating, even if the idol skating fell, then she also likes.

No way, it’s so hypocritical, it’s so superficial, it’s so lack of sportsmanship.

Feng Tianxun

I couldn’t find a word to say for a while.

He reached out and touched his forehead. Feng Tianxun chewed the name of the cloud ink idol in his mouth several times, and hinted that he was just an idol. It didn’t mean anything, it didn’t mean anything.

“Now it’s xxxxx on the stage…” the radio rang out.

“Hula…” with the sound of the broadcast, just a very polite applause, fierce crack, such as summer thunder, the whole venue exploded.

“Ah, XX, I love you…”

“XX, XX, we are waiting for you at last…”

“I love you, I love you…”

“……”

In a twinkling of an eye, all kinds of shouts started to roar. Just now, the quiet audience were all excited.

Feng Tianxun has not yet adapted to the sudden cry in his ears. Sitting beside him, yunmo, who has been engaged in chatting, suddenly throws his mobile phone into his arms. With a whoosh, he jumps up and waves with the people around him.

Feng Tianxun frowned, picked up yunmo’s mobile phone and looked up at yunmo. His mouth was open and he was about to speak. He saw yunmo making a trumpet in front of his mouth with his hands and yelling excitedly: “XX, I love you.”

With a little spiritual power, it stands out from all the noise and resounds throughout the venue, which is heard by the world.

Feng Tianxun’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Yunmo actually called to a man I love you, these three words he has never heard from yunmo’s mouth.

Cloud ink mouth first like is this idol, the first time that I love you or this idol, then what is he?

Feng Tianxun’s five fingers slowly clenched into fists, and the air-conditioning of his whole body was even stronger than the air of ice on the field.

Although he knew that it was a cry for idols, although people around him all called it that, but… Understanding is one thing, and hearing it with his own ears is another.

Ma Dan, suddenly want to kill.

Stand up to her idol and jump, excited face red cloud ink, did not care about the next Feng Tianxun has been black as the bottom of the pot face and drill into the sour gas of vinegar, excited to her idol.

Real person, this is a real person. It’s not the person seen in the video. It’s real. It’s a real person standing not far from her.

Wow, I’m so happy.

At this moment, Yun Mo suddenly understood why so many people on the orc continent were so excited and excited to see her. It turned out that he couldn’t help but be excited to see his idol. He really wanted to rush over and give him a hug. Moreover, the atmosphere on this occasion was just silly.

The music in the room rang out and the shouting stopped suddenly. Everyone held their breath and began to watch XX’s game.

Feng Tianxun looks at Yun Mo and closes his mouth at the same time. He is not independent at all. He yells that his heart is as sour as pickled cabbage. He twists and turns, twists and turns.

Yunmo, who never regards rules as anything, can do whatever she wants in the solemn competition field of feng shui master exchange meeting. Rules are a dreg in her eyes.

But now, it has not been stipulated that the audience can’t speak when the athletes compete. She always shut up and watch according to the so-called sportsmanship, for fear that it will affect her idol’s performance. It’s just… It’s just

“Pop.” Suddenly there was a light noise.

Feng Tianxun was stunned and bowed his head.

He was in the seat. It was like a corner of the seat cushion made of plastic or some other material. It was broken by him.

The corner of his mouth draws out. Feng Tianxun opens his hand and looks at the corner of the chair that has been pinched into a small piece of slag, which has been pinched into a piece of slag by him unconsciously.

Is he so angry?

No, be magnanimous, but an idol, an idol who is nothing. He should be able to understand and understand.

Asshole, I really don’t want to understand, but I’m a man who can skate. The first time I like you and I love you, I told him. He’s her husband. She didn’t tell him.

I’m so angry. I want to hit people.

No, you can’t be jealous or angry. It’s just a hobby of yunmo. He wants to be generous. He’s yunmo’s husband. Can idols compare with his husband?

No, absolutely not.

Take a deep breath. Feng Tianxun takes a deep breath. Then he throws away the dregs silently and continues to sit with a cold face.

Hold it. Hold it to death.

Feng Tianxun is holding a Ninja Turtle beside him. The long program of figure skating is only four minutes, and it’s the end in the blink of an eye…

In the breath hold of the whole court, the people on the court made a perfect closing jump and a super perfect all around jump, ending the whole free skating competition.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch…” this time, the shouting in the competition field was even more enthusiastic than his just coming into the arena. Those crazy shouting really wanted to lift the ceiling.

With these screams, countless dolls have been thrown down. Figure skating allows athletes to accept gifts in the rink after the competition.

“Come on, my doll.” Excited and howling, yunmo immediately turns around and grabs the doll she has prepared from Feng Tianxun and throws it at the field…

“XX, I love you.” Unfortunately, time is not enough, if time is enough, she must go to make a super large doll, so that her idol can see at a glance.

Yunmo threw away the doll, pulled Feng Tianxun’s collar excitedly, and yelled: “if you don’t see my idol, it’s super good. It’s so beautiful. It’s perfect. It’s just perfect made by God. Ouch, my idol is No.1 in the world, No.1…”

Feng Tianxun reaches out his hand and silently wipes the punctuation mark on his face. He can’t bear it. He continues to bear it. When he can’t bear it, he says.

Next to the same excited fans toward cloud ink: “are you a fan of XX?”

“Yes, yes, you too?” Cloud ink turns its head.