The female ghost who peeled off the skin of the painting 2
Xu Xiaoya was not joking, but a tone of genuine envy.
Yan Xian just smiled and watched her leave.
At the door, Yan Xian called her softly: "Xiaoya, you choose a gift." β
Xiao Ya's eyes widened, looking at the luxury goods in the room, and her eyes lit up: "Really send me?" β
"It's your birthday next month, and I've never given you a decent present."
Xu Xiaoya was not polite, she walked to a large number of bags with joy, and reached out to pick them out: "This is good...... Forget it, I want this ......"
She picked it up, Yan took a closer look, but picked up another one from her side and handed it over: "You want this." β
βweishenmeοΌ I think that's pretty good. β
"That's it. This one is the best. β
"Okay, that's it."
Xu Xiaoya took it quickly.
Yan Xianxian asked her to pick out clothes again, she refused, and smiled playfully: "Fine, don't look at me used to wear famous brands, often holding big-name bags, in fact, most of mine are high imitations, it's good to get a genuine product today, and if you want anything else, I don't dare to be greedy." β
Yan smiled carefully.
Walking to the door, Xu Xiaoya turned her head again, and finally couldn't help it, and lowered her voice: "Fine, your mobile phone number has also changed?" Huang Xiaojue is looking for you like crazy, and I have come to ask countless times, I am about to be entangled by him to death, I am really afraid that I can't bear to say it at once......"
Cell phone!
Her worn-out phone is long gone.
The previous number has also been cancelled a long time ago.
"Wang Donglin stopped your mobile phone?"
Yan was silent.
Xu Xiaoya suddenly felt a chill, it turned out that this meal was really not so delicious.
Yan casually glanced at the latest mobile phone next to him, picked it up, and dialed Xu Xiaoya's number, Xu Xiaoya saw that it was a brand new unfamiliar number.
Sure enough, Wang Donglin completely cut everything off for her.
Yan said in a low voice: "Don't tell Xiao Jue anything about me." β
Xu Xiaoya was about to say something, but she heard a cough at the door, and she hurriedly said "zaijian" and left.
At this time, Wang Donglin slowly walked in.
As the sun set, the purple-red sunset reflected off the quaint red wall tiles, and the face was sprinkled with a clear view, like a golden halo.
It was already early summer, she was wearing a sleeveless shirt, sitting by the window with her knees hugged, and the whole person was like a crystal clear jade, with smooth lines and pleasing to the eye.
Even though Wang Donglin has been rolling in the flowers for many years, it is the first time he has seen such a lovely person: no fat powder, no dress, and no beauty maintenance, but from head to toe, snow-white arms, all of them are as smooth and smooth as jade...... It's breathless to stare at an arm for a long time.
He has had countless women, and many of them are also recognized as first-class beauties. However, he had never seen the real faces of any women under their elaborate makeup, and even in the middle of the night, they were dressed in a flamboyant and flawless manner, and many of them would touch up their makeup every half hour.
Only Yan is fine.
He had never even seen what she looked like after her makeup.
She is naturally like that.
As the saying goes, three points of talent and seven points of dress, it turns out that a real beauty never needs anything superfluous, she is an excellent scenery in itself.
A full twelve points of talent!
A hint of dressing up is not required.