385. Chapter 385 Holding a pillow and smashing it against the wall
Changzhai.
Chang Mian stood in the living room, directing his two men.
"Be careful, don't break the portrait. Yes, just hang it there...if it's crooked, lift it a little to the left...Okay, don't move it, just hang it like that."
He made large portraits of all the photos of little girls with small breasts on his mobile phone, mounted them in large exquisite photo frames, and hung them in the most conspicuous place in the living room.
Not only large photo frames, but also small photo albums, also made into keychains, photo stickers in wallets,...
The whole person looked at the girl above in high spirits, with an uncontrollable smile on the corner of his mouth.
It's a pity that he didn't take more photos. He only had no more than 10 photos in his phone. Thinking about it, I feel a bit regretful.
Chang Shang walked in with her bag and high heels. As soon as she entered the door, she could see a giant portrait hanging in a conspicuous place in the living room. Those who didn't know it thought the portrait was her.
Mother Li came over with slippers and changed them for her. She smiled and said in her ear: "Young master Chang doesn't know what he's interested in. The living room and bedroom are filled with photos of you."
Chang Shang twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled in a forced manner.
She walked to Chang Mian's side and stared at the photo.
The girl seemed to be standing in the sunshine. She was so beautiful that it made people's hearts tremble, but she looked a little green. She wore a bright red skirt and a white belt tied around her waist. Her eyes were big, and her skin was as delicate as porcelain. She was very agile.
, holding a sword in her hand, she seemed a little nervous and opened her eyes wide. Behind her was a green mountain and bamboo forest...
If you don't pay attention, Chang Shang will even think that the girl inside is herself.
However, by this moment, she knew that it was not her.
That's Chang Mian's little nanny.
Chang Chang stood quietly in front of the portrait, tears almost bursting from her eyes.
Sometimes she thought happiness was close at hand, but she didn't expect that as soon as she took a step forward, what was waiting for her was an abyss. All happiness was just an expression. When the cruel blade cut through the charming surface, she suddenly realized.
It turns out that not much is just an unattainable dream after all.
"Chang Mian, is this me?" Chang Shang turned her head and asked him.
Chang Mian's expression was so natural. He smiled and hugged her waist: "Does it look good?"
"Why don't I remember taking this photo? It's strange. My memory is not very good recently."
"I had someone synthesize it with a computer." Chang Mian lied lightly, with a flash of dodge in his eyes, and then smiled again, his smile was endearing and bottomless.
He slowly turned her body over, focused on her brows, lifted her chin with his fingers, and slowly covered her with his lips.
Chang Chang's heart suddenly trembled, and with a touch of repulsion, she avoided his lips that were covering her.
Chang Mian never thought that Chang Shang would avoid him, and was a little stunned for a moment.
When he came back to his senses, Chang Shang had already left his body, looking upstairs and escaping in a hurry.
He lost his mind and hurriedly caught up with her, holding her hand in the middle of the stairs, his voice a bit dissatisfied: "Why are you running?"
Chang Shang felt extremely sad, stretched out her hand, peeled off his arm, walked upstairs without saying a word, rushed into the bedroom, locked the door hard, and locked it.
I didn't hear the sound of Chang Mian banging on the door outside.
She felt so powerless and was about to lie down on the big bed when she saw another photo of a girl with small breasts on the wall. She grabbed her hair frantically and pushed the pillow hard against the wall.