My Wife Is A Princess

An Nanxiu found that he would be in a bad mood because Li Dao paid great attention to An Zhishui, so he felt more dull, glanced at Li Dao, turned his head, and leaned proudly outside the window: "Of course, this is you I do n’t want to listen to your private affairs. ”

Of course, Mr. Lee would not listen to such a suggestion. Many people do n’t like An Zhishui. They can easily pull out a few in the School of Economics and Management of Guofu University, but why does n’t An Nanxiu like it? Li did not understand that An Zhishui had not done anything offensive to Her Royal Highness since she met her.

Of course, even Li Rong did not think that he was fully aware of An Nanxiu's preferences, and who knew what she had never thought of.

"Why don't you like her?" Li routing asked one more thing.

"I don't know." Annan Soo bowed her head and stared hard at the soup bowl in front of her, as if she was inexplicably unhappy because of the soup.

However, Li Dalai acknowledged her answer. It seems that Annan did not need a specific reason for doing what she did. Maybe there are other reasons. She did not say that Li Daoyong was more inclined to just look at him. Slightly pleasing.

After a while, An Zhishui walked back, and there was some moist water on her cheeks, but she had already set aside that awkward mood.

"What are you going to do in the afternoon?" An Zhishui sat down, put her hands squarely in front of her lower abdomen, and talked earnestly. It had a taste of official business, just like she talked to her classmates in school.

"Don't tell her." Annan Soo spoke again.

Li Rong shook his head. When it comes to interpersonal relationships and interactions, Annan Soo's performance is even worse than An Zhishui. It seems that he has to tell her that next time she should push him quietly, he will know her. I mean.

"We went to the second-hand market to buy refrigerators and TVs." Li Luan pretended to be An Nanxiu and talked to An Zhishui.

An Zhishui also adapted a little. She lowered the psychological age of An Nanxiu again, probably the kind of abominable, polite little girl who is seven or eight years old. An Zhishui has a great psychological advantage, so Don't care about her.

"Go together, I will help you bargain." An Zhishui looked eagerly.

"Okay, but it's quite far. We take a bus and it takes two or three hours to go back and forth." Li Rongfang was afraid that An Zhishui couldn't stand the crime. She looked clean and innocent.

Lee has been in close contact with An Zhishui for a long time now, and he knows that the fair and moist skin is as good as the delicate feeling of An Nam Soo, but it is not the general so-called "richness". Girl.

"It doesn't matter, I haven't been to the second-hand market yet." An Zhishui raised her hand and clenched her fists, indicating that she was a little excited.

After the checkout, the three people took the bus and got on the bus. An Nam Soo took Lee ’s arm and propped himself in. He drilled in again and watched An Zhishui pulling the handrail, struggling to keep himself from turning left and right. Hitting someone on the ground, An Nanxiu snorted softly and looked at Li Lu.

Li Rong felt that Anna Nanxiu's mouth was a little smiley, slightly proud, so unknown, so how can he understand everything about the mood and mind of the little girl?

At this time, An Zhishui was once again convinced that he had misunderstood Li Dawei last time. It turned out to be this way. Looking at it from a slightly lower angle outside the car window, he really looked like a sweetheart.

Li Rong saw the black Maybach Zeberin again, and strangely pointed it out to Annan Xiu: "I've seen this kind of car these days, I don't know if it's the same car."

"Hurry up and buy a car." Speaking of cars, Annan Xiu still said the same.

Many people look out. Even in Zhonghai, this kind of car is not likely to be flooded every day and can be seen on the streets.

An Zhishui looked down at the phone and held the screen hard.

Maybach followed the bus and turned around after a while.

"I'll go back first." This line passed through the neighborhood, and Anna Nanxiu ignored the route of Li and took care of himself.

"I really can't help her." After all, Annan Soo obviously said she didn't like An Zhishui, and Li Rong smiled and apologized.

"It's okay." An Zhishui is actually very generous, especially when she looks at An Nanxiu's sensible little sister. She has a psychological advantage. She turned out to have a bad relationship with herself, but it was better than herself. Worse, so her mood is not bad.

There were a lot of people coming up in the community station, and the carriage was crowded a lot. Li Rong did not maintain that enclosure position anymore and stood beside An Zhishui.

In front of An Zhishui is an obese **** who just got on the bus. Her plump fat-like ceiling chandelier twists and squeezes An Zhishui, so she keeps leaning on Li Lu.

Li Zhili knows why those junior high school students and high school students who just fell in love like to take the bus, and when they are on the bus with their favorite person, they touch it intentionally or unintentionally, and their heart is blushing. Will not be noticed, isn't that kind of quiet palpitations that many people yearn for?

An Zhishui is very fragrant. It is not a strong perfume or a pure body fragrance. It is mixed with her hair, her clothes, and sunscreen, shower gel, and other cosmetics that she is used to. The taste of mixed things, light and light, has a simple elegance, and it smells good.

An Zhishui is obviously not used to coming out of the bus, and has been shrinking his shoulders, pulling the ring with his hand, blocking one hand in front of him, fearing that the big sister is next to himself, and trying to put him behind to avoid Li Zhi hitting himself.

Li Zhi was squeezed between An Zhishui and Dasao, holding the ring in one hand, holding the support rod behind her, and wrapping An Zhishui in the middle, giving her a limited space but sufficient space to protect her.

"This is all right, An Nam Soo likes it like this. I have no other meaning, you don't mind." Li Ronglai was kind, but he didn't want An Zhishui to misunderstand that he wanted to take the opportunity to draw closer to his relationship with him, he was already faint Understood, An Zhishui is too sensitive in this respect, so she will react so fiercely when receiving a love letter, not that she deliberately wants to humiliate people.

An Zhishui exuded fine sweat on her small nose, her white skirt was shaking gently with the car, her slender body was leaning against the pole, one hand still held the ring, and the other hand was holding Pulling her fists tightly, her cheeks were flushing, and the smell on the bus was not comfortable, but now she was completely wrapped in the breath of Li Baoling's body. She wanted to hold her breath, but that was obviously impossible. Yes, she closed her mouth tightly, but her nose couldn't help breathing, the smell got into it, and then she felt the smell of Li Rong, her cheeks became increasingly red, her heartbeat was very strong, her tight body was Gradually breathed a little and relaxed.

"Lee, I ... I have never been like this ..." An Zhishui was a little panicked, and she thought it was a little too much.

"Do n’t be afraid, just experience what you have n’t done. You do n’t take the bus too often, or you wo n’t do it anymore. The two people are always more intimate because of something memorable. ...... I mean it is the same among friends. Maybe many years later, you accidentally saw bus 318, and by chance you remembered that a boy raised his arms to protect you ... this is just a memory , Does not mean anything else. When you arrive at the school, you are still a majestic and strict monitor. I am still the one who is honestly listening to your criticism and guidance. "Li routing comforted An Zhishui, who knew that An Zhishui did not actually The psychological condition of fear of contact with boys, she is the kind of person who strictly requires herself and sets a certain boundary for herself. Once it is exceeded, she is overwhelmed, feels nervous, and makes a big mistake, just like most of her now I feel that in my own bottom line, such closeness is never allowed.

Li Rong has a smile on his mouth, but his mood is not as brisk and clear as those of junior high school and high school students. As he said, An Zhishui is still the elementary school monitor who is disciplining and reporting on small reports everywhere. He is still the one who barely calculates the rules. More It ’s Li Feng who is not obedient and obedient because of Yang Fengyin. He and An Zhishui are two kinds of people. Now and in the future, he and An Zhishui are like buses and Maybachs. They may have waited side by side at the red light. However, the gap between the two cannot be bridged by the intersection.

Li Rong didn't think more about what he has now. Maybe he can make up for it. He can catch up with him ... He has some feelings of anxiety on An Zhishui, but he hasn't reached the point of making him a life goal. .

Listening to Li Ronghua ’s words, there is a touch of emotion in life, and a little warm taste. After all, remembering those things that crossed your own bottom line in my youth, I always feel not bad.

An Zhishui looked up, and he was looking down at her. An Zhishui did not avoid his eyes, but did not dare to open his mouth to speak loudly. She was afraid that her breath would spit on his face.

"In school, you can't ... just don't listen to me because of today's affairs, and laugh with me." An Zhishui felt that his relationship with Li Dao was definitely a little different than other people, but An Zhishui Unwilling to admit that there is a close relationship between the two, but to say that she still wants to maintain the position of the most impartial and strict squad leader as before, she feels that it is unlikely, so you can only ask Li to do so.

"When did I not listen to you? Every time you pull people into coolies, I am so active. Remember the five-kilometer long run when I was a freshman? No one signed up. When you look at me, I raise my hand right away. Isn't this in line with your work yet? "Li Routie giggled at this moment.

An Zhishui looked at his smile, his fist clenched loosened, and he covered his chest. How did the heart beat so hard, but it was soft, as if it was going to get in and what to wrap. Up the same.