He turned around and closed his mouth tightly, not daring to say a word.
I don't know what provoked Chang Che. He has always been satisfied with the ideas he came up with. This operation was so frustrating. He wanted to give him a good idea but was met with murderous intent. He really doesn't understand good people. Lu Dongbin is like a dog.
He deserved not to be able to pick up women, but he was just complaining like this from the bottom of his heart, and his true feelings were completely invisible on his face.
Huhu... But Chang Che is his master, and it is his duty to share his master's worries.
"Young Master, I have a few more ideas, do you want to..."
"Have you said enough? If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute!" Suddenly, Chang Che growled.
Very bad temper.
He unbuttoned his shirt and felt inexplicably annoyed. He looked at the neon lights passing by on the street, but all he could think of was Qiong Ying's every expression.
Only when you think back carefully will you realize that no matter what happened to them two years ago, it seems to be just the past tense in her eyes.
No matter when I see myself or when I get along with myself, I always look like I don't want to see you, either blowing my beard or glaring at you, or glaring at you.
She wasn't like this before.
Where were all the smiles and smiles she gave him before?
"Why are women so fickle?" He said to himself, scribbling on the car window with his fingers, and unexpectedly copied the appearance of a lovely woman.
When he realized it, he erased it randomly!
"It is a truth that women are fickle. Confucius once said that only villains and women are difficult to raise." Lu Ting felt this. Thinking about his own love history, he also felt that one was older than the other.
That night, Qiong Ying also had trouble sleeping while lying on the bed. The scenes in her dream kept jumping. Ever since she was a child, there had never been a big gap between her and Chang Che. Even after the two fell in love, she felt that
God was so kind to her.
But the tears raged mercilessly in the dark night.
Just because those beautiful things that emerged reflected the current sadness, she told herself that it didn't hurt, but her tears flowed endlessly and ironically in the dark night.
Love has gone from a climax to a climax that can only be endured by one person.
She hugged the pillow and thought a lot.
Is the lingering love lingering? The roots of love have been uprooted?
I just feel that my heart is beating violently, and those perfect disguises during the day are "collapsed" and cracked in the night. I remind myself whether I love or not, but my heart beats so lonely.
Don’t love it, don’t love it, just don’t love it!
She hates, she hates, she just hates.
Qiong Ying looked at the dim light by the window and stroked the back inch by inch with her fingers. The words engraved there had never been engraved in her heart. Even if she engraved them in her body, she still couldn't really do it.
Love and hate are originally just a thought. Just as the balance weighs heavily toward hate during the day, it bounces back toward love at night.
In the dark night, his eyes seemed to be so close, so dark and so bright. She was not so careless that she would go blind. She knew there was love and affection in them. He said, "I still have lingering feelings for you."
One thing is absolutely true.”
He said: "Call me honey."
Thinking of her father's sudden call, she was so frightened that his pervert's body suddenly went limp in embarrassment. Qiongying suddenly laughed, buried her head in the pillow, and gloated in a low voice: "You deserve it!"