Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"No, I just want you to pick it for me." Ruan Xihe looked at him with his chin and smiled, his eyebrows arched like a little fox who only succeeded in doing bad things.

Yan Fufeng's eyes were spoiled and indulgent, and the corners of his lips were bent. He liked Ruan Xihe to act like a baby like this to himself: "Okay, I'll help you choose."

Feng Yu peeled a shrimp by himself. He wanted to dip it in vinegar, so he moved his hand abruptly. It was really sour and the tooth hurts.

The man picked out the garlic carefully.

Ruan Xihe looked at the ring on his finger a little lost.

What a coincidence today, she was wearing a dark blue dress and he happened to wear a dark blue tie.

Yan Fufeng handed the shrimp to her mouth and fed the little girl to eat.

A girl’s sense of security comes from caring for every detail, and there must be repercussions with perseverance. Sometimes willfulness is just a way to win your care, and it’s only when you like it.

But boys usually don't think like this. They will be bored and bored. When the enthusiasm is still there, they feel that it is a sentiment, and when the enthusiasm is gone, they feel that they are acting.

Ruan Xihe doesn't know how long Yan Fufeng's enthusiasm will last. It can only be said that so far, she still likes this kind of thoughtfulness.

Here in Ruan Xihe, occasionally a little bit of macho, occasionally a little cold and arrogant, and occasionally a little bit of coquetry and cuteness can only become her favorite point for a certain period of time. Only the most extreme gentleness can move her and let this woman stay. A little longer.

This kind of respect is not only responsive in daily life, but also full respect, a proper sense of advancement and retreat, and courtesy cultivation of receiving people and things.

Yan Fufeng is considered to be the better one among so many men Ruan Xihe met.

His demeanor is not just for Ruan Xi and one person, but for everyone to be peaceful, and not fearless peace. There should be a little bit of audacity and hostility. From the outside, how can you think that such a person will be the ruler? Mr. Yan from the Macau City Casino.

It is not difficult for a superior person to treat partners, family members, and people of the same level to be polite and courteous. The difficulty is not to discriminate against the high and low of the profession and treat them equally.

After a meal, almost all of them were fed, and only at the end did they quickly take a few bites.

"Eat this, big drumstick." Ruan Xihe clamped a drumstick for him.

"good."

Feng Yu surreptitiously sent Ruan Xihe a WeChat message with his mobile phone.

Feng Yu

: Sister, where did you find such an obedient one?

He Suo Dongnuan: Tune it out

Feng Yu

: Our role models, admire and admire!

Ruan Xihe put down the phone, but the smile at the corner of his mouth couldn't be suppressed.

What kind of training is it? A man is willing to be trained, and then he can be trained. If he is unwilling, it will be useless to say that he is dead.

Yan Fufeng belongs to the former, and he is also an active learning type.

The three of them continued to go shopping after eating. Ruan Xihe didn't buy anything and just helped Feng Yu choose.

When passing by a high-end private tailored suit store, she walked in.

The suit hung in the middle was really beautiful, she asked Yan Fufeng to take it down and give it to Yan Fufeng for a trial.

"Wear it to me."

Yan Fufeng took the clothes and said hello, and went into the house to try it.

"I also want a boyfriend to buy him a suit." Feng Yu said with emotion beside him.

Ruan Xihe chuckled softly: "Who said that before, let's not talk about it?"

"We still have to talk about it." Feng Yu chuckled twice.

Without saying a few words, Yan Fufeng came out after changing his clothes.

Sure enough, it was just right, there was no more than an inch, as if this dress was tailor-made for him.

"Good-looking, good-looking." She tiptoed slightly to help him organize his neckline.

Looking at Ruan Xihe like this, Yan Fufeng felt a pain in his heart.

Unable to hold back, when she was about to retreat, he took the person into his arms.

When Ruan Xihe leaned against his arms, he was also taken aback.

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

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