Lan Yanshu looked at the female hooligan who was slumped on the sofa in a large shape, his mouth twitched, and his forehead was beating. "Chen Wenxia, you can't sit around without a look!"
"I was born like this. Don't look at it if you don't feel good. The door is there, you can walk slowly and you won't send it away!" Chunxin raised her feet and put them high on the coffee table, lying on the side, and her elbow pillow, He was wearing the sofa, and his hands were fists-shaped and pressed against his forehead on his right side. He looked like a bad guy who was squeezed in a TV series, and threw another tea cup angrily.
He took the broom to clean the porcelain pieces on the floor with his fate.
"Your temper won't be restrained..."[
"Yes, yes, I just have a bad temper, I deserve to be abandoned!" She snorted coldly and threw another cup to relieve her anger.
Thinking of the fact that she was taken to the center of the city in London, she jumped onto the sofa with a fire, dancing and scolding, "Lan Yanshu, what's your expression? Do you dare to say what I ended up today with you? There is no relationship?!"
"No." Lan Yanshu didn't look at her, calmly cleaned the fragments on the floor, and didn't even raise his eyebrows.
"Damn it! If you hadn't sent me to London, would I have been driven out to wander? Humph!"
Lan Yanshu heard her hysterically and then slowly added, "Sincere asked Miss Xia, let me remind you that you were the one who cried and shouted to go to London."