297. Chapter 297 Peach Blossom Eyes Evil Charming Man
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Yang Zimei raised his foot and stomped hard on the man's foot.
But the man's hand still tightly held her waist, and his tone was anxious: "Little sister, the world is still very beautiful, don't be so overwhelmed, you are still young, and the road to life is very long..."
Yang Zimei understood that the man thought she wanted to commit suicide by diving into the water.
She turned her head slightly and looked back.
Holding her was an extremely handsome man, about twenty-five years old. His long, arc-shaped peach blossom eyes were looking at her anxiously.
When he saw her face clearly, he was slightly surprised and whispered, "Why is it you?"
Looking at him, he seemed to know himself.
"Let go, I didn't commit suicide by diving into the water." She pulled his hand away, turned around, and blinked at the man in front of her.
He was wearing off-white casual clothes, with a tall and tall figure and a leisurely and lazy posture. His face was like a jade sculpture, with clear features, angular features, and moderately thick cherry-red lips that curled up without smiling.
Only a noble son can have such a temperament.
"Shh, I thought you were going to commit suicide. You scared me. It seems that I was overly worried in vain." The man raised the corners of his lips that were already slightly curled up in an evil way, and there was a deep smile on his lips.
The deep dimples and the long and narrow peach blossom eyes also glow with the light of peach blossoms, making people instantly dazzling. They have a completely different attitude and temperament from Long Zhutian.
She wanted to observe him with her heavenly eyes to see who he really was.
Who knows, he seems to be blocked by something, and his own heavenly eyes can't see any background information about him.
And this kind of shielding is different from Long Zhutian's.
Long Zhutian himself was like a black hole, and he seemed to be shielded by external forces.
Her eyes fell on his neck.
Inside his slightly sexy open neck, there was a small pendant worn with a black string. The pendant was in the shape of a yin and yang Tai Chi pattern, and what shielded him was the light emitted by the pendant.
Um?
So what exactly is a pendant?
She was a little curious.
Seeing her staring at his neck, he reached out and tugged on his collar, opening his neck even more, making him look even more sexy and evil.
"cough--"
His peach blossom eyes narrowed, and the smile on his lips became brighter, "Little sister, do you think I'm handsome and want to pounce on you?"
Hearing his words, Yang Zimei looked embarrassed. He took his eyes away from his neck and moved to his face. He blinked and said calmly, "He is handsome, but he is too narcissistic and has no interest in praising him."
fall."
He rolled his eyes at her, "Then why are you staring at my sexy neck? Don't you want to take off my clothes and see my sexy chest muscles?"
puff!
Yang Zimei couldn't help but want to laugh!
I have seen narcissistic people, but I have never seen such a narcissistic person!
She suddenly remembered what he said in surprise when he saw her face, "Why is it you?" She stared at him and asked, "Do you know me?"
The corners of his lips curled up in a smile, "Yes, Yang Zimei. She is fifteen years old. She is in the third year of junior high school in Nancheng Middle School. She is a professional fortune teller."
Yang Zimei was sweating. It seemed that he really didn't know him well.
"Who are you?" she asked slightly warily.
"Aren't you a fortune teller? Do the math?" The man smiled evilly.
"Take that thing off your neck before we talk." Yang Zimei raised his eyebrows.