An Xiaoqiao came to Yiyi happily and said with a smile: "Yiyi, your name sounds so good, your people are as beautiful as your name."
Yiyi felt a little embarrassed and smiled and said, "Where is, Miss An, you are beautiful."
An Xiaoqiao was happy when she heard this, "Thank you, I also know I am not bad."
Yiyi was amused by An Xiaoqiao's straightforwardness, "A weird"
An Xiaoqiao smiled and saw that Yiyi was in a good mood, so she took out the paper, pen and ink and spread it on the table.
"Yiyi, write me a few words." Her calligraphy is like drawing bugs, and it's terrible
Yiyi is a famous talented woman in the North City. She didn't feel pretentious and agreed readily, "What words do you write?"
"I read, you write, the first sentence, maybe while you are waiting for someone, there is someone behind you waiting for you..."
Yiyi was stunned, slightly bitter, write down quickly
"Write another one, and I will write a poem about this one. I have always had a limited time. I will be able to fade away easily. Don't say goodbye to the banquet and the songs. The mountains and rivers are empty and the thoughts are far away. The fallen flowers and winds and rains are even more heartbreaking. It is better to pity the people in front of you."
Yiyi savored it carefully, finally she smiled bitterly and said suspiciously: "Miss An, what are you writing about?"
"Can't you see it?"
Yiyi shook her head in confusion
An Xiaoqiao rolled her eyes, "Of course it was a beauty hunting plan made for you."
Yiyi was even more puzzled, "What kind of beauty hunting plan?"
I, it was so painful to communicate with the people here. "Hunting, as the name suggests, is hunting beautiful people. I will help you get Bei Yeying, and you are waiting to hold the beauty back."
Yiyi was shocked and embarrassed and embarrassed
"What's so shy? When I was chasing Ming Chuhan, I was shocking the world and wept ghosts and gods. You can only be considered a piece of cake at most..." An Xiaoqiao kept washing Yiyi's brainwashing
After talking for a long time, An Xiaoqiao stopped and asked Yiyi to take a walk by the lake behind the inn tomorrow afternoon.
Yiyi was puzzled, "Why do you want to take a walk?"
An Xiaoqiao knocked Yiyi's head and said, "Of course I'm creating an encounter."
......
On this day, Mo Lian met Mo Yang, and he never went to find her. She was no longer Chu Mu, and he looked at him from a distance, but just smiled slightly.
Mo Yang also smiled back and walked to Mo Lian, "Mo Lian, you look bad, I'll help you take your pulse."