Yang Zimei came out of the car and stood in front of him, looking up at him slightly.
When his eyes came into contact with hers, the condensation melted immediately, like snow meeting sunlight.
"Sister, give it to me, I'm going up." Yang Zimei slightly dodged his abyss-like black eyes, stretched out his hand to take Yang Zixi over, and let her still sleeping head lie on his shoulder.
"etc--"[
Long Zhutian stopped her, leaned into the car, took out a brand new box, and handed it to her, "Here!"
It was a box containing a Nokia mobile phone. She looked up at him in surprise.
"Sent to you for easy contact." Long Zhutian said calmly.
"I can buy it myself, and I have money." Yang Zimei shook his head.
"You buy yours, I'll give mine as a gift." Long Zhutian said in a stubborn tone, "Don't let anyone see you."
What does it mean not to see outsiders?
Are you very familiar with him?
Yang Zimei rolled his eyes slightly.
"Accept." Long Zhutian saw that she still refused to reach out and accept. His black pupils changed slightly, seeming a little hurt.
Seeing him like this, Yang Zimei's heart felt as if it had been scratched by glass. She twitched slightly, then stretched out her hand and took the box.
Seeing her accepting it, Long Zhutian's cold and handsome face suddenly became as relaxed as a spring flower blooming. The corners of his lips were raised, showing his white teeth, and his long arc-shaped eyes were curved into crescent moons, with joy shining in them.
Yang Zimei could still see clearly that there were two faint dimples on both sides of his lips.
Yang Zimei looked a little dazed, as if flowers were in his eyes.
She had long passed the age of being a nymphomaniac, but she was still like a nymphomaniac at this moment, staring blankly at the smiles on his face that were blooming like epiphyllums, and engraved them deeply in her mind and heart.
However, his smile did not last long. It only took a few seconds before he quickly recovered, as if smiling was a luxury for him.
Of course, he is very handsome even if he doesn't smile, and has a different kind of coldness. This kind of coldness is not like the deliberate coolness pursued by some young people who pursue individuality, but comes from the essence, just like an ancient sword.
generally.
Although she couldn't tell his background and identity with her clairvoyance, she vaguely guessed that he was unusual from his facial features. Moreover, his appearance was that of a tyrant who was in charge of the world, but he suffered many setbacks and a narrow escape from death.
Thinking that he would continue to go through all kinds of hardships, Yang Zimei's heart felt like it was being pulled slightly by a thin thread, causing a sharp pain.
"I'm leaving. Call me. I won't sleep with you tonight." Long Zhutian looked at her and said.
Upon hearing this, Yang Zimei, who had been kind to him just now, couldn't help but want to roll her eyes again.[
What do you want to sleep with me?
That's your dove occupying the magpie's nest, okay?
"Let's go, I'm going up." Yang Zimei glared at him, hugged his sister and turned around.
Long Zhutian watched her go upstairs, got into the car, and left in the dust.
Listening to the sound of cars driving away outside, Yang Zimei's heart felt a sense of reluctance and loss for no reason.
Back home, grandma saw her coming back with Zixi in her arms, and asked, "Why did Zixi fall asleep? This child is really playful and playful. He is already ten years old and still wants to be held by his sister. Niuniu, I'm tired.
Is it bad for you?"
"Grandma, I'm fine. Zixi is too tired, so I'll just let her sleep for a while. I'll put her in the room first." Yang Zimei said with a faint smile.
