Slag Girl Illustrated Book

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"What's the matter?" Nan Chi Mo was stunned, wondering why Ruan Xihe suddenly behaved like this.

"Eating." Her voice was very low, her tone changed a bit, anyway, it was not the same as usual.

"Is it uncomfortable to eat with a hat?"

"It won't taste good without me."

Nan Chimo:...

A man with an overwhelming vibe and no joy or sorrow came up from the top of the stairs with a string of Buddhist beads twirled at his fingertips.

Nan Chimo recognizes him, the sixth master Yan Fufeng who everyone in Australia respects.

By such a coincidence, he came to the Shanghai Stock Exchange?

Yan Fufeng looked over with feeling, and the two of them nodded to each other with the look in Shang Nan Chimo's eyes.

He glanced at the back that turned away from him more.

A light velvet fur coat, a black sweater inside, from the side of the chair you can see a pair of white loose wide-leg pants and white sneakers.

Yan Fufeng felt familiar, but seeing Nan Chimo's vigilant eyes, it was impolite to stare at someone else's girlfriend, so he went to sit down in the position that Lin Dong was optimistic about.

"Patter, patter."

Every step seems to be measured, regular and smooth.

Ruan Xi and his heart thumped quickly, so nervous!

She has done bad things, and is afraid of being caught in a bag. How can she explain that she is dead, but she is alive again?

Huh~

They are sitting diagonally behind themselves.

Ruan Xihe could hear Lin Dong and Changming talking.

"Liu Ye, follow your habits."

"Ok."

Yan Fufeng's favorite things are very fixed, nothing more than those, and his favorite is seafood wonton.

Ruan Xihe doesn't like to eat wonton, but she has never expressed it, but she probably won't touch it.

Yan Fufeng slowly realized it. Since then, every time she took her out for morning tea, there was no such seafood wanton on the table.

Nan Chimo ordered this this morning.

Ruan Xihe took one with a spoon and put it in his mouth.

In fact, it tastes good, but she simply doesn't like it.

Nan Chimo was stunned when she saw her, and gave her chopsticks and chopsticks.

Ruan Xihe lowered his head, eating quickly.

"Hehe, let's run." 044 also felt embarrassed. I really can't imagine what to do if I get caught?

"Do you think I don't want to?"

Then you have to run away. It's not her narcissism, but Yan Fufeng's eyesight. She can guarantee that as long as she stands up and moves, he will recognize herself 100%.

People who are skilled in betting numbers have the best eyesight.

"Eat more." Nan Chimo gave her another piece of shaomai.

She is so stiff now.

Yan Fufeng didn't control himself, and his eyes fell on the girl opposite Nan Chimo.

She turned her back to herself, unable to see her face.

Sitting crookedly, but her posture was very fixed, and she didn't see her move for a long time.

"Liu Ye, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing." Yan Fufeng retracted his gaze.

Caught a piece of shrimp dumplings, this is her favorite thing.

I used to like seafood wanton, and she didn't say that she didn't like it. Every time he took her out for morning tea, he would order her a portion according to his own habits.

It is not that she does not eat one bite, she also takes one or two bites, but obviously she prefers things that she likes more.

After two or three times, he determined that she didn't like to eat wontons. Since then, he has never ordered seafood wontons again. Instead, every time a shrimp dumpling was served on the table.

A meal is always finished.

"Let's go?" Nan Chimo asked.

"Don't, sit down and digest." Ruan Xihe smiled, mmp inwardly.

His eyes fell on the leaflet on the table.

She swallowed, and her fingers drew up the leaflet, pretending to be a little hot, as if she was fanning, but in fact it was to block her face.

"Let's go." whispered to Nan Chimo.

"Okay." He stood up.

Ruan Xihe got up, fanned the wind with the leaflet, turned around and walked towards the top of the stairs steadily for a second or two.

The ring on his hand flickered under the light.

Yan Fufeng paid special attention to her at first, and suddenly got up.

"Pattern." He had already caught up with the sound of shoes stepping on the floor.

One clasped her wrist, and the leaflet fell straight on the wooden floor.

Both hands trembled slightly.

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