The national school idol is a girl

The fortune teller froze.

It's because she gave the Buddha statue to Louluo to be wary of the "little milk dog" in front of her. If the other party is really someone who doesn't know where she came from, she can also let him know that Louluo has something to protect him.

But he was not afraid of the consecrated Buddha statue at all, and even took it with his hands.

Just when the fortune teller began to wonder if he was thinking too much.

Bo Yin had already turned sideways and put the Buddha pendant on Louluo's neck with his own hands.

The women looked at each other and said nothing.

But when Lou Luo was about to leave, the fortune teller lowered his voice and said in her ear: "Be careful, you little naughty dog, you are really hard to see through."

Lou Luo understood what she was talking about, smiled and said, "I understand."

"You must watch my male idol's video. I will send it to you when the time comes. Since you go to Yalami, you might be able to see my male idol."

The fortune teller has always known that Louluo is smart, and she won't say too much about certain things.

Avoid putting a psychological burden on her.

What's more, among the few of them, when they met Louluo, they knew that she was rational and calm and knew how to analyze the pros and cons.

Ordinary people can't trick her at all.

Now the fortune teller is worried that the "little milk dog" is not an ordinary person.

Come out of the cafe.

It's all dark outside.

At night in the north, there will always be layers of fog.

Even speaking can bring out a blank.

And men seem to be unable to feel the cold.

The thin black trench coat, the overly fair face, and the slightly turned breath smelled like roses and blood.

I don’t know who said that.

Sometimes blood gives off a fragrance.

And the man at this time has this vague smell.

"Did my performance just now pass the test of your friend?" Bo Yin lowered his eyes and asked casually.

Louluo glanced at him, took off the scarf he gave him, then raised his hand and wrapped it around his neck, once and twice: "It's okay."

It is rare to see a woman with a cold temperament like Louluo.

The appearance is like this, but the aura has not changed.

Too many people are saying this in real life.

No matter how powerful women are in the workplace.

You must know how to be soft in front of men.

Because women who act coquettishly are the best.

But obviously Louluo has never been that type.

She was already tall, but after putting on her coat, she had a cool and cold aura, like the first snow whistling by.

But her face was not cold, she was smiling slightly, and she was vaguely indulgent.

It just depends on whether you are obedient and smart enough.

The fortune teller had said before that Mr. Lou had long hair, long legs, a thin waist and a big chest. He was supposed to have a voluptuous appearance, but he looked like a lotus on the top of a snowy mountain. Even his eyes were as indifferent as water.

Many people in the mall will talk about her.

Because she never wants to actively participate in things between girls, so she will naturally be called White Lotus.

Louluo is only interested in making money, and the pattern is not in the same direction.

But even she herself never thought that one day she would find someone younger than herself.

Louluo didn't want to develop a relationship that was too deep, but things happened.

If he said what he wanted, she wouldn't treat him badly.

After all, he is younger than her.

"Don't buy such expensive scarves yourself in the future." Louluo looked into those deep eyes: "I don't really look at these things, and there is no need."