How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

The first time Zhi Zhi turned his head, the two came directly face to face.

Very close, she could even see the shadow of his dark eyes.

The girl froze for a moment, blinked, and blinked again, and then stared at him carefully for a few seconds before suddenly speaking: "Senior, your eyelashes are so long, what brand of eyelash growth liquid do you use?"

Cheng Yi's play was originally very enjoyable. Hearing this sentence, I couldn't help but chuckled-I laughed out loud.

He turned his head to see that the upper body of the landing master was almost stacked on the girl, and raised his eyebrows: "He doesn't need that thing, our young master is naturally beautiful and can't give up, so he will be chosen on the side of the king."

Lu Jiaheng's chin was still resting on the little girl's shoulder. He could see the young master squinting peach eyes and looking at him with cool eyes: "Or do you get off the car?"

With a head stretched out, tofu is very good, and if you get a bargain, you have to sell well.

Cheng Yi rolled his eyes again, only to feel that he has rolled his eyes too much in the past two days, and now his eyes are sore.

Lu Jiaheng rested his chin, and the whole person came up from behind the oblique side so naturally, with a little sense of oppression and warm body temperature.

The throat knot was raised, and it was attached to her shoulder through the cloth. When he talked, he could feel the tremor passing through the throat knot, and there was also hot air on the pinna during his breath.

Chuchi's ears were itchy, and he subconsciously shrank his neck, but he didn't push him away.

Lu Jiaheng raised his eyes, his head moved away, and the man sat back again, slowly.

He leaned into his seat, his head leaning on the headrest, and looked at her slightly on the side, with a heavy gaze: "So don't talk to them, they are too noisy, I want to vomit."

Lin Boyang: "..."

Lin Boyang also joined Cheng Yi's army of rolling his eyes. One of his eyes rolled out in a horizontal direction, and he got on the high speed. The throttle kicked and swooped out.

Lu Jiaheng hanging child Lang was paralyzed in the chair, said lazily: "Drive slowly, a little dizzy."

"..."

Lin Baiyang's teeth were crunching.

It took longer to drive than to take the high-speed rail, and there was a sick young man in the car. The whole process was like "I will die if you drive more than eighty miles." It is already evening when I go back.

Lin Tong fell asleep as soon as he got on the train, and fell asleep intermittently. She fell asleep at the back. She was sitting in the middle. She didn’t have a headrest in the back. The person slept past, and the small head leaned back directly, facing He leaned his head behind the roof of the carport and his white neck stretched straight.

The car was quiet, Lu Jiaheng raised his arm over, led her head to her side with one hand, resting on her shoulder, moving slowly.

Cheng Yi watched, his expression blank for at least half a minute.

Lu Jiaheng, this person, does not take the initiative and does not refuse. If you talk to me, I will give the number. It is chic and gentle. In fact, the true thoughts in the heart are very cruel and mean, and there is always a lack of respect and patience for the opposite sex.

Although he will never let you see it.

The temperament is indeed a little garbage, but everything has a cause and a result. His family situation can make him only skew so little. Cheng Yi thinks it is not easy.

Not to mention, this group of people, except Lin Baiyang, who is stupid and sweet, who has no defect in character, who has no bitter and spicy secret history.

Cheng Yi didn't quite understand why he would suddenly be so enthusiastic about a girl, and asked him to help him get a high-speed rail ticket at night.

A high-speed rail ticket, Cheng Yi was shocked when he heard it.

This forced to know what is the high-speed rail? !

He was really curious about death, so he came to see him and found that the girl was indeed different.

Cheng Yi has never believed that there will be people in this world who do not have a dark side, human nature is multi-faceted, and where there is light, there must be shadows.

But Chuichi seems to be absent.

She looks so pure and happy, and all her body is full of positive energy. It seems that as long as she listens to her, she can also make people happy.

He began to understand why Lu Jiaheng was interested in her.

He always felt that he was just interested.

Although Cheng Yi has always been like watching a movie, he has also given him an assist, but he hasn't considered this situation seriously in his heart.

Lu Jiaheng will really like who this sounds like the invincible super straight man Lin Baiyang suddenly became **** one day, basically tied for the top three of the most unlikely events.

At this time, the two little girls were asleep, and Cheng Yi watched this series of movements, and finally disappeared with that smirk, and scratched his eyebrows, and hissed, "Aheng, what the **** are you doing?" What's going on?"

Feeling the warm weight between the necks, Lu Jiaheng slid down and adjusted the height so that the little girl leaning on his shoulder could sleep more comfortably.

He didn't look at him with his eyes down, he didn't care much, his voice was low: "What's going on."

Cheng Yi was even more dumbfounded: "Fuck, Lin Baiyang really has to die for ten years?"

Lin Boyang glanced at him, and even rarely spoke.

As the car passed the toll booth, Lin Baiyang opened the window, and the wind blew in, blowing the fine, fluffy hair from the forehead to the tip of his nose.

She may feel a little itchy, frowning slightly in her sleep, raising her hands with her eyes closed and scratching her nose, her head rubbing against the cloth on his shoulder, and arching inward again.

Like some kind of fluffy, soft little animals.

Lu Jiaheng raised the corner of his lips, his voice was soft and soft, and the ending sounded: "I don't know."

Chuichi felt that he might have been awakened by hunger.

Not long after the car entered the city, she woke up.

Her head rested on Lin Tong's shoulders, and her legs occupied half of Lu Jiaheng's position. The whole person slept at a forty-five degree angle and slept in a dimly dark environment, so she didn't lie down across the body.

Eyes closed for the first time, and yawns made water splash in her eyes. She sat slowly and straightened up, rubbing her hands and rubbing her neck.

She obviously fell asleep on Lin Tong's shoulders, but she didn't know why. She always felt a little sour as she shifted her neck to the right.

Sitting in the position for a while, she turned her head around her neck.

It seemed that Lu Jiaheng was in the same position as before she fell asleep, and she didn't seem to have changed. She put her hands on her legs casually, leaning her head lazily against the window frame and looking out.

At more than seven o'clock in the evening, the night was drooping, the car was running out of the window, the vehicle was driving at high speed, the searchlight at the front and the neon on the roadside, and the dim street lights pulled out a strip of light.

The light was extinguished, and his quiet side face was painted with colors like a stream, which looked a bit like the picture in a kind of literary movie.

Chuichi raised his hands and rubbed the corners of his eyes, his throat was dry, and his voice was slightly sandy: "Senior, are you still motion sick?"

Lu Jiaheng turned his head and didn't speak yet. Cheng Yi quickly received in front of him: "You have to learn dizzy, you have to learn to eat a barrel of sauerkraut beef noodles," Cheng Yi said very sincerely, "sour things are most useful. , He used to eat this as soon as he was motion sick."

Lin Boyang rarely talked to him: "That's two barrels."

"Really?" Chuichi turned his head and looked at Jiaheng seriously. "Senior, do you want to eat?"

Lu Jiaheng: "..."