The woman reflected in the bronze mirror was not very clear, and she just sat there dumbfounded, not ready to dress up in the slightest. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong, if Yan Yan at night was a second personality, after she used a charm on him, he would have the memories of Yan Yan when he was a child, and even the memory of Yanjiabao being slaughtered, as well as the woman who came to take revenge, and the fog shrouded her heart.

"Lady, it's good to help you with your thrush. I thought of Yan Yan's gentle voice. The moment he approached, Duan Xianxian stiffened and remained motionless. If such a gentle and jade-like appearance is the second personality, then ...... Duan Xianxian was a little panicked in her heart.

Yan Grade, unfathomable.

The cold eyebrow pencil fell on her forehead, but Duan Xianxian felt that it was falling on her heart one by one! She couldn't help but look at Yan Ling, the appearance of the thrush focused on her was so beautiful that it would make people ignore his own yin temperament.

"The thrush is deep and shallow. He put away his pen and moved the bronze mirror in front of her, "Is the lady still satisfied?" Through the mirror, Duan Xianxian saw a smile in his eyes, waiting for her reply. She looked at herself in the mirror again, she was already 'soft', and her thin eyebrows were painted by him like this, and suddenly there was a little less delicate and more heroic. "The husband's skills are very good, and the eyebrows he painted are naturally very beautiful. She looked at him shyly but shyly, as if the two of them were very affectionate.

Yan Wei chuckled, "It's the first time I've seen such a tactful little lady praising herself." He hugged Duan Xianxian from behind, "If the lady likes it, she will be happy to paint for you for the rest of her husband." Duan Xianxian naturally nodded in agreement, but he didn't know how long this life would be.

"Today's Mantuo Zhuhua is very beautiful, and it is very suitable for you. Yan Wei and Duan Xianxian walked slowly forward side by side. I don't know if Yan Wei prefers red, every regular dress after she changes out of her wedding dress is as red as blood, but she doesn't see him dressed in red. Could it be that he just likes to see other people's red clothes like fire? What a weird fetish!

Yan Wei had been observing Duan Xianxian's reaction, but she had been staring at the flowers in a daze, "If the lady likes it, fold a few and go back to the room to raise them!" He called Fu Bo, "Prepare scissors and vases for Madame." ”

"I'm looking at this flower and it's good right now. You don't need to cut it out, it's not good to put it in a vase and lose its vitality. Duan Xianxian hurriedly explained. Fauber stood to the side, but finally retreated. Suddenly, a strong wind rose, blowing so that Duan Xianxian couldn't open his eyes, "Today is not beautiful, go back, lady." After that, he didn't wait for Duan Xianxian to go straight forward.

With a wave of Duan Xian's sleeves, the wind stopped, and the pink sun hung quietly in the sky, completely lacking the dazzling dazzle of the previous days, and it was faint and similar to the ordinary sun. After passing through this door, she saw Yan Jie standing. She walked over quickly, and stood quietly beside him, silent.

"Let's go. Yan Yan's face was a little pale, and he was no longer gentle, but Duan Xianxian was greatly relieved. The feeling just now was very weird, and she always felt that the person standing in front of her was changing back and forth, because one person's eyes would not change, but just now it was two people's eyes.

Duan Xianxian silently followed behind Yan Class, and when she arrived at the door of the 'new house', Yan Yan stood for a while, and Duan Xian Xian also stood quietly behind him, the person seemed to have been wronged, glared at her vaguely, and left with his sleeves.

"Every grass and tree in this Yanjiabao depends on my husband to survive, if I cut that flower just now, wouldn't it hurt my husband's roots!" she stood quietly in front of the door, with no sadness or joy on her face, "You are my husband, I will definitely not hurt you." These days, she has vaguely felt the strangeness of the surrounding environment, if it weren't for Yan Wei not restraining her temper in front of her today, she wouldn't have guessed it.

Duan Xianxian's palms are now full of sweat, she also gambled just now, and there is no real evidence. And Yan Wei's slight pause in his steps proved her conjecture?