Gigi held her belly and laughed wildly to show her dignity.
Yaoyao ignored Jiji's earth-shattering laughter and blushed in anger.
Yaoyao secretly glanced at Leng Haofeng, and saw that on his expressionless handsome face, the corners of his mouth seemed to be twitching slightly, and his body was also trembling slightly.
This, this image really hurts Yaoyao's heart and brings out the coldness!
"Sister, how could you be so careless?" Nangong Xuan stepped forward to help Yaoyao up, and checked carefully. When he saw that Yaoyao was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Nangong Xuan secretly suppressed a smile, and gently helped Yaoyao pick off a few unsightly pieces of sauced pork on her head. Then he took out a handkerchief, and extremely gently helped Yaoyao wipe the sauce off her face one by one.
The fingers are trembling slightly, which shows how difficult it is to hold back a smile.
"Brother, if you want to laugh, just laugh! It's very sad to hold it in!" Yaoyao said to Nangongxuan with an absolutely miserable expression, feeling angry, regretful, entangled, entangled in her heart!
Now Nangong Xuan didn't dare to laugh even more. He quickly put on a serious look, cupped his hands in front of Leng Haofeng and said: "Brother Leng, I will take my sister home to freshen up first. As for what we discussed, let's change
We’ll talk in detail when we visit you tomorrow!”
Leng Haofeng nodded expressionlessly, then walked away with his Buddha sleeves fluttering. From beginning to end, his eyes were silently ignoring Yaoyao to the extreme.
Yaoyao sighed dejectedly in her heart: I left quietly, waving my sleeves, not taking away a single cloud...
"Leng Haofeng, you are cold. Auntie, I am as passionate as fire. Even if you are a piece of ice, I will definitely melt you!" Yaoyao stepped on the chair, thrust her waist into her waist, pointed at the sky and cursed, expressing her determination.
, I fanned myself hard with my hands, feeling really irritable.
Jiji lay on her back on the bed, yawned very gracefully, and said lazily: "Yaoyao, pay attention to your image! You look like this, how can you look like a lady? You're a shrew!"
"Damn, what kind of image should I pay attention to in my boudoir?" Yaoyao took off the long skirt that was obstructive, roughly holding the hem of the skirt, and ran towards Jiji,