"You think you are like you! Cheeky." She was red and red, raised her hand and touched her fever cheeks, "Many people, you think it's your home!"
"Chi Yu, take it." Feng Yan held Su Hanyan's waist with one hand, his posture and expression were very leisurely and lazy.
Chi Yu stepped forward and handed the phone over. Feng Yan took it lightly, and Su Hanyan looked at the past. On the screen of the mobile phone, the photos I just took are actually very good.
But none of them were positive, even the first Fengyan kissed her, she was shocked at that moment.
But it seems that it is more artistic than the normal positive shooting.
In particular, they kissed later, in the context of Lantana, it looks so elegant, quiet, beautiful.
"It's not bad." She admitted honestly.
Fengyan returned her mobile phone to her, her eyes crossed her head, and she was in a large blue -purple.
"Go back to Kyoto with me! The cherry blossoms of the wind house are more beautiful than this." He said deeply that his tone was very gentle.
Su Hanyan said: "The cherry blossom flow period has passed, and it is time to wait next year. Next year, we have not been full for a year at that time, it is possible."
After hearing the words, Feng Yan smiled, and there was a faint displeased in his heart, but he didn't say anything.
"By the way, I asked you just now, are you angry with my father? You didn't answer." Su Hanyan remembered the topic of the first talent.
"Isn't that your dad?" Feng Yan answered very euphemistic.
Indeed, if He Zhiyong is not Su Hanyan's father, he cannot describe things lightly.
"I can't see any faces."
"I think you want to get the blessings of your family."
"No one will bless me, because my mother ..." Su Hanyan said here, and lived suddenly.
Immediately, he smiled twice at him, and did not continue.
Regarding the mother, about the past, the inheritance is painful. Flows, she has covered well and buried deeply.
She pretended to look down at her mobile phone and looked at the words: "Let's take a look at the words of Lantana. Such a beautiful flower must be beautiful."
Her fingertips turned, just for a while, the flower explanation made her face look a little ugly.
"Oh! How can it be such a flower language? Watering love in despair is too ... sad." She looked up at the beautiful flower trees, watching the people who smiled under the flowers and trees, and dodged their mouths.
Then, then
"Waiting for love in despair," Feng Yan repeated it thoughtfully.
"Yeah! Say blue melancholy ... don't think! So beautiful, so beautiful!" Su Hanyan sighed.
Feng Yan's eyes were cold, looking at Hua Hai silently.
Su Hanyan didn't take it for granted. He lifted his hand and grabbed his shoulders, giggling. The curved eyes seemed to fall off the Xingzi, sparkling the fascinating light.
"I just believe in the beauty in my eyes, I think it is good, that is good. I don't believe in waiting for love in despair. You see, so many people like it, not desperate at all."
"Do you really know what love is?"
"Feng Yan, your expression is so deep," Su Hanyan's palm pinched Fengyan's cheek, and then stomped his toes with his forehead to touch his chin. "You don't know what love is, only you meet
The right person will understand. Don't care about this. I am in a good mood now. The more you look at these flowers, the better. "