Chapter 522 : Who will control the ups and downs: Irreplaceable
"Well ..." When the last note passed away, there was a thunderous applause sounded like a thunderous ears.
Derris took off Besta, stepped into me step by step, he stopped in front of me, reached out to touch my face, and his fingertips just touched it. His hand suddenly stopped
"It is irreplaceable ..." Dris thought about it for a while, he still touched my face, and I had no time to retreat, and he kissed gently.
"Stink boy, although I like this woman, but ... you are better than that white -eyed wolf, I will quit"
Pei Yan ignored the children. He patted Dris's back and broke our embarrassing atmosphere.
"Pei Yan, you're so gossip, if you let Pei Bing know ..."
"Do you dare!" Before I finished speaking, Pei Yan immediately turned his face with me when he heard the name of the little princess.
"Okay! I dare not, I don't dare, goodbye next time" gave Pei Yan a burst of millet. I called An An, and I would leave how noisy this person.
"Dead woman, who want to see you again!" Pei Yan turned around and walked towards his companion
I smiled and carried back, and followed Dris out of the crowd.
The city is so busy that you can meet again in the sea of ​​strangers again.
On Christmas Eve, the official came, and the clouds in the sky were gradually swallowed by the night. Wancai's lights light up the entire brilliant city. The neon is cold and enchanting.
The crowds on the street are bright, and all kinds of apple decorative crystal lights are like crystal balls in fairy tales, crystal clear
Although tomorrow is Christmas, the people at this moment still live the atmosphere that belongs to Christmas Eve.
I strolled around with Dris, very tired, just after dinner, I wanted to go home, I always feel that I am incompatible with this joyful atmosphere.
"Ahem !!" and Derris walked in the dim alley, Dris beside him suddenly coughed a few times, as if very depressed
I turned to look at him and didn't speak. An An in my arms had fallen asleep. The cat's breath hit the back of my hand, a little moisturizing
Dris put down the hand covering his mouth, biting his lips, and trying to make himself not cough.
He looked at me and didn't want to say anything
The low -dimensional street light exudes dark yellow light, and the lightness of Derris is shining, and the red lips of his own still feel that weakness.