Ye Jia looked at her carefully: "Xiaofeng, you are so beautiful. [26nbsp;]" When he said this, he looked into her eyes with an unusually gentle look. She could almost see her reflection from his eyes.
Ye Jia said, "Xiaofeng, you are so beautiful"; Li Huan said, "Feng Feng, do you think you are very beautiful? In fact, it is very ordinary, many women are more beautiful than you" - this is the difference. The lover's eyes show Xi Shi, beauty and
Not beautiful does not matter, among millions of people,
He is beautiful in his eyes alone, that's enough.
She blushed a little and muttered, "Ye Jia, why do I see you wearing this dress every time?"
"Because I have ten such clothes. I'm afraid of trouble and use only one kind of thing."
The speaker is unintentional, the listener is intentional. Feng Feng was talking casually, but now he looked at him strangely and gradually discovered a fact: he almost always saw him wearing the same silver-gray coat of cashmere that he was wearing! He thought
He had never changed his clothes and thought to himself, why was Ye Jia so sloppy? Just like those boys in high school, he bought a jacket and never washed it for three years, and he just wore it and threw it away.
Oh my God. What about summer?
"I wear the same shirt in summer, but there are 30."
She suddenly remembered another question. She went with him three times to eat, except for the time she was sick, and the other two times were in the same place. She asked: "You were also in the same place when you went out to eat?"
"Well, I'm only familiar with that house, so I go there every time. Liu Qiang told me that porridge shop, and that time, I secretly called her to ask her. However, I never went there again after that.
Now.”
What a stupid man.
Feng Feng resisted the urge to laugh wildly and looked at all kinds of new clothes: "Then why didn't you buy me the same clothes?"
"Because every time I see you wearing different clothes, I guess you don't like to wear the same clothes all the time."
Feng Feng finally couldn't help laughing. Ye Jia, the fool Ye Jia, he was really a monk in his previous life, and he was a true Jaye. Otherwise, how could there be such a stupid man?
"Xiaofeng, why are you laughing at?" He bent down beside her and gently hugged her shoulder: "Xiaofeng, this is my credit card, you can use it, wait for you, what do you like, I will accompany you
Go out to buy it…”
There was a hint of uneasiness in her heart, but Ye Jia, he was really Gaye. Everything in the past is inseparable. Subconsciously, she had already regarded Ye Jia as her lover, even her husband. She took the credit card and put it in makeup.
I didn't think there was anything wrong with the drawer of the desk.