Chapter 470 : The girl is not good: Finland's international fashion capital
The wind blew gently, seeming to disperse the clouds and let the sun shine down
In the clear sky, an airplane cut through the airflow, making a roaring sound. It flew by calmly and will follow the route to some distant place.
In the first-class cabin, a pair of jackal-like eyes were as calm as words. Through the window, the roof of the building more than a hundred meters below was extremely clear.
A domineering young man, he ignored the struggle of the girl with long curly hair and pulled her tightly to take her to a place that belonged to him.
Behind him, the pale silver-haired boy hugged the crying girl. In his eyes, there was only the love of a brother for his sister. What he cared about was already quietly leaving behind him.
At the edge, the young man in white looked at Nancheng, which was far away and yet so close in front of him, thinking deeply about what he expected.
Beside the rusty door, the young man's grape-colored hair looked extremely indifferent in the sunlight. He looked at everything in front of him quietly, as if it had nothing to do with him, and as if it was buried deep in his heart.
Lomo's beautiful picture, this youth under the blue sky, we all think deeply about it
The plane blurred in the sky, everything seemed to have passed
(Qing, maybe, as long as you are happy, that is enough - I really love you Mo)
Ah! It hurts so much. What on earth does he want to do?
Yan Ye threw me into the car and ignored my complaints.
"Slow down!" Sitting in the car, Yan Ye looked like an angry monster. He started the car and ran wildly through the traffic.
The dazzling red car shuttled through the traffic, passing cars, trucks, trucks... the red light, shining through
Yan Yeyi easily got rid of the police chases several times, and even ignored the traffic police's interceptions, as if anyone who stopped me would die.
Ten minutes later, my heart almost jumped to my throat. I was frightened and patted my chest before being forcefully dragged out of the car by Yan Yeyi.
He pulled me, and among the strange eyes of many people, he pulled me into some eye-catching focus.
"Oops! It hurts..." Huh? This is it? I finally stopped. I covered my chest and was suddenly shocked by everything in front of me.
“Finland International, Fashion Capital”
The golden logo of the white-storied building in front of me stung my eyes.
This is Finland International, one of the world's leading fashion capitals, and the most prosperous thoroughfare in Anyang.