Jiji poked Yaoyao: "After all these years, I have seen that you have been in love lately, you are thinking so much!"
"I've been attracted to her since I was a child!" Yaoyao curled her lips: "If it weren't for the devilish training from the master, I would have been wearing the hat of a lady and pursue it openly and openly!"
Alas, how many years have passed, these wonderful times have been so wasted! If not for the chance encounter last time, Yaoyao might have forgotten such a handsome man!
Fortunately, Leng Haofeng was not married and had no close friends. Yaoyao raised her lips with confidence and curled her eyes with a smile. Therefore, Leng Haofeng was destined to be her prize.
"How young were you?" Jiji's face was full of gossip, and her eyes were shining unusually bright.
"That time, when you set fire to Piaoxiang Pavilion, I was moved by this guy Leng Haofeng for the first time!"
"No? Are you an old cow chewing on young grass? Leng Haofeng was only eight years old at that time, and you coveted it?" As soon as Jiji finished speaking, he was whipped hard by Yaoyao.
"You can't do it without slapping me! Sister, I'm only 6 years old at that time, okay?" Yaoyao proudly sent a few hygienic eyeballs towards Jiji,
Although, in fact, Yaoyao's mental age can be considered to be on the monster level. How many years of historical changes and reincarnations will it take to travel back to ancient times from the 21st world?
But then again, Nangong Yaoyao's body is that of a pure young girl with a beautiful face!
"Yaoyao, tell me, how did you and Leng Haofeng meet?"
Yaoyao dragged her cheeks and pointed to her shoulders. Jiji hurriedly stepped forward to knead Yaoyao. Yaoyao then told Jiji about the past incident of her encounter with Leng Haofeng:
That day, the sun was shining brightly, the birds were chirping and the flowers were fragrant, and the air around us exuded the warm feeling of spring.
Nangong's father excitedly grabbed Yaoyao's hand and said, "Baby, good daughter, daddy will take you to meet your uncle later!"
Yaoyao looked at Nangong’s father who was full of excitement and didn’t know why.
I really don’t understand why he needs to be so excited to meet his friend, but Yaoyao still cooperates and pretends to be excited, clapped her little hands, stamped her feet, and nodded her head like a chicken pounding rice.