Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"Watch the movie!" She thought uncomfortably not to look away.

"Can you reapply it later?" He pressed his fingertips lightly on her lips.

"Uncle."

He fell softly.

In the dark corner, if you don't look carefully, you can't find that there is a little girl inside. The stalwart man is blocking the gentle little rose with his shoulders.

Don't think a gentle kiss is good.

Tears were still hanging on her eyelashes, which were obviously plain makeup, but at this moment, the end of her eyes seemed to be coated with the delicate eye shadows in the world.

The sins made at the beginning will be slowly repaid with each subsequent time. She has used all the skills of Yan Fufeng, and he has learned them, and even improved them a little...

She obviously didn't drink, but Yan Fufeng was so gentle, the hand that was originally resisting lightly touched his neck at some point.

He also let go of the little girl's other restless hand, gently wrapped around her waist, and kissed her more gently.

Just like the song she once sang to Yan Fufeng, the lyrics say that the scorching heartbeat at that time had nowhere to escape, burning like a raging fire, burning down the bridge that could not be crossed, time hurried. Run, the flames turn into the moon far away...

When he left her lips.

The girl's eyes were still wet, and she looked at him miserably and pitifully.

"I miss you."

She didn't know what to respond to, so she could only hug him gently.

When the theater lights were on, she sat still and took out the Guerlain to touch up the makeup on her lips.

He looked at it fixedly, and the gentleness in his calm eyes was the most touching, not to mention that he watched with all his heart and uncontrollable blatant preference.

"Actually, it looks good without painting."

"That won't work, I'll show my temperament if I put it on."

He chuckled softly and held up the mirror cover for her.

Wen Queyi and the others had already come over, Ruan Xihe was a little embarrassed, and quickly pursed her lips, letting the lipstick open, then quickly put it away and stuffed it into her bag.

Everyone was here. If there was something they didn't understand, Wen Queyi raised her eyebrows and smiled, and walked ahead with the foreign little brother, not saying much, for fear that Ruan Xihe would be embarrassed.

Ruan Xihe, who followed behind, poked Yan Fufeng lightly, and whispered, "It's all your fault."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong." He took advantage of the opportunity to squeeze her little hand, and wrapped his other arm around her shoulder.

She blushed a little, and turned her face away arrogantly: "Okay, okay, forgive you."

It was almost 11 o'clock after the movie was over, and the four of them went straight back to the hotel.

The car is an extended version, and they sit opposite each other.

Wen Queyi was embarrassed to look at the two of them. When they came just now, they were holding hands. Now... although they are only holding hands now, the feeling is different. The look in this man's eyes on Ruan Ruan is very special. What the **** is killing me!

Even outsiders find it sweet and embarrassing!

I just kissed this little brother at the movie theater, why didn't I feel that way?

Is it true that old men are more emotional?

No, maybe it's not the old man who is emotional, it's Ruan Xihe's men who are very emotional...

Ruan Xihe also feels different. It's not the same as when he was in Australia City. Maybe because both of them have grown, his power has been expanded, his prestige has become stronger, and his love has become stronger. This look makes her restless. Is it because Yan Fufeng didn't bring the beads this time?

......

Wen Queyi didn't let his foreign brother stay overnight, and called him a car to take him home.

Ruan Xihe and Yan Fufeng stood at the door and didn't move.

Wen Queyi had already returned to her house, but she was not interested in being a light bulb. This kind of light-emitting function was not suitable for her.

"Aren't you going back?"

"I, living alone, am afraid."

Ruan Xihe:  …

"You've learned badly." She wanted to poke him.

"I'm afraid that I won't be able to see you when I wake up. I'm afraid that you will deliberately alienate me. I'm really afraid, I didn't lie to you."

This, what a refusal!

"Zila" the door opened.

He followed the little girl into the house.

Very well behaved, he didn't touch her casually, but he was holding hands, and he was always reluctant to let go. Wherever Ruan Xihe went, he would go.

"I'm taking a shower. You're washing outside. Do you want to go to your room to get your pajamas?"

"Okay."

"Then let go." She blushed and struggled, but he didn't let go.

"You wash it, I'll let Lin Dong bring the clothes over."

"Okay." She entered the bathroom in a panic, and counting the time, Uncle should not have been for a long time...

I couldn't stand that gaze just now.

The man takes a shower quickly. He changed his clothes and sat on the sofa in the living room outside. Since the last time he broke the string of Buddha beads at her house, he has not brought it with him again, just because she accidentally said at that time, I beg you. a bunch.

Maybe the little girl just said it casually, but he kept silently in his heart.

According to Yan Fufeng's character, it is impossible for him to take the initiative to ask Ruan Xihe for it. If she really forgets it, it's fine if she doesn't bring it. After all, when she sees it, she will remember it.

There was still a man in the room, her hair was completely dried, and her pajamas were arranged before she left the bathroom.

"Liu Liu, come in, I have a small present for you!"

"Okay."

He entered the room, where the little girl was stooping to find something in the trunk.

Yan Fufeng didn't deliberately look in a place where he shouldn't, and turned his head unnaturally. Although the two of them have done it, but seeing it in this way, I feel a little embarrassed for some reason. Today is white.

"Here! I found it." She had asked the master to open it up in the most famous temple in Nancheng before. The beads were made of good material, so Xu Jiaci and Ah Da had been paying attention to them in the circle.

After all, there are too many parallel imports in the market now, so she does the timber business herself, and she knows the depth of the business, not to mention a layman, even if a connoisseur sees the goods, there is a time.

Not to mention that nine out of ten are false, basically eleven out of ten are false!

After all, the price of this thing is ridiculously high because it is almost extinct.

So finding such a bunch of good-quality real sea yellows is quite difficult.

The small-leaf red sandalwood used in the bead box is stable in wood, does not crack or warp, and is easy to carve.

"Uncle, close your eyes, go to the bed and sit!"

"Okay."

She took the bracelet out of the box and put it on him gently.

As soon as he took it out, Yan Fufeng knew what it was. He also liked to cook this kind of material before, and the taste was very familiar.

"Okay, open your eyes, ah!"

She was suddenly pressed onto the bed, her belt was loosened, and half of her shoulders were exposed.

Yan Fufeng gently caressed her cheek, rubbed the little girl's jawline with her fingertips, and then her neck...

"It's getting late, uncle, I, I'm going to bed." She remembered.

"Yeah." The man held her shoulders, so ingeniously, Ruan Xihe couldn't get up.

"Uncle." She pushed slightly, bit her lip, and turned her head to the side unnaturally.

The man closed his eyes and lowered his head to smell the fragrance around her neck, the warmth in his breath aroused her subconsciously struggling slightly.

"Uncle."

"Shh, I'll call you later."