Yang Zi's eyebrows raised his feet and stepped on the man's feet fiercely.
The man's hand still hugged her waist and was anxious: "Little sister, this world is still beautiful, don't think so, you are still young, there is a long way to life ..."
Yang Zimei understood that the man thought she wanted to dive and give birth.
She turned back slightly. [
Holding her is an extremely handsome man, about twenty -five years old, the long arc -length peach blossom eyes, looking at yourself anxiously.
When he saw her face clearly, he was slightly surprised and whispered, "Why is you?"
Looking at him, it seems to know yourself.
"Let go, I did not dive and commit suicide." She pulled his hand away, turned around, blinked and looked at the man in front of him.
He was wearing a beige casual suit with a long and tall figure, and he was lazy and lazy. The face was like a jade carving.
Only the noble son will have such a temperament.
"Hush, I thought you were going to commit suicide, it scared me. It seems that I am so embarrassed." The man aroused his corner of his lips that had been evil, and his lips were rippling a deep.
The deep dimples, the narrow peach blossom eyes, and the light of peach blossoms, which are instantly dazzling, and Long Tian has another very different posture.
She wants to observe him with Tianyan, see who he is.
Who knows, he seems to be blocked by something, and his eyes can't see any information background.
And this kind of shielding is different from the dragon.
Long Zhantian is like a black hole in itself, and he is shielded by external forces.
Her eyes fell on his neck.
I saw that in his slightly sexy open neck, there was a small pendant worn with a black rope. This store was a picture of the yin and yang Tai Chi, and the light was shielded. It was the light emitted by this store.
Um?
What exactly is the pendant?
She was curious.
Watching her staring at her neck, he reached out and pulled his collar, so that the neck was more open, making him look more sexy.
"cough--"
His peach blossom eyes narrowed, and the corners of his lips laughed more cheerful, "Little sister, do you think I am handsome and want to rush up?" [
Hearing his words, Yang Zimei stunned, put his eyes from his neck, shifted it to his face, blinked, and said lightly, "Handsome is handsome, it's too narcissistic, and he has no interest in fluttering.
fall."
He glanced at her in vain, "Then do you stare at my sexy neck? Do you want to take off my clothes and see my sexy pectoral muscles?"
puff!
Yang Zimei couldn't help but want to laugh!
I have seen the narcissism, I really haven't seen such a narcissistic person!
Suddenly she remembered that when he saw his face, the phrase "How is you", staring at him and asked, "Do you know me?"
The corner of his lips laughed even more, "Knowing, Yang Zimei, fifteen years old this year, studying in the third grade in Nancheng Middle School, a professional master."
Yang Zimi sweats, it seems that he really does not really understand himself.
"Who are you?" She asked slightly with alert.
"Aren't you a teacher? Consign?" The man smiled evilly.
"Take the thing on your neck and talk about it." Yang Zi's eyebrows raised his eyebrows.