"Huh?" Slowly aiming at his hand, sure enough, it was a sky-blue flat-cornered male neku. With a shake of the hand, it fell down.

He caught it steadily, and put it under the clear water together.

Watch as his little pink Neku is entangled with him, watching his fingertips gently run across the center of the cotton. Wring it out. Press your hands flat and squeeze out the excess water.

She blushed and stared at his movements with mixed feelings.

He's clumsy, but serious......

The phone bell rings again in the bedroom. This time, she rushed in directly and picked up the microphone: "Rong Qian is washing Neiku, and I am his Qingren." "Hmph, I don't believe this cutie will still be disturbed.

"Rong Qian's Qing-man?" The other party seemed to be frightened, but soon cried with joy, "Girl, hold on, don't let him dump you." Come on, come on! ”

Once again, the microphone slipped from his hand. Qiao Yunxue didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

What kind of immortal is this......

After thinking about it, she bent down to pick up the microphone and hung it up.

Rong Qian came in. Once again, he tidied up his appearance and carefully sprinkled perfume on himself. Almost, he turned around: "Let's go?" ”

"Huh?" Where to go, why doesn't she know the way?

"Go back to the door." He said.

"Quack—" She had forgotten about going back to the door. But he remembered. The heart suddenly pulled down vividly.

Audi swaggered through the market. Before the sunset gallery was reached, almost all the gallery owners poked their heads out: "Yunxue is back!" ”

In the face of so many enthusiastic neighbors, Rong Qian turned his head and took a serious look at her. The smile was shallow, and it passed by in a flash.

She couldn't read his smile.

got out of the car, Qiao Chenghong happily pulled Rong Qian up to the second floor to chat.

Xia Xinqin didn't care about the customers in the store, pulled her daughter and asked, "What time did you go to bed last night?" ”

"Twelve." She said.

"It's late. Young people are greedy for fun......" Xia Xinqin teased. But he nodded happily, "That's fine." Today's young people are all about intimacy. Mom was worried that you didn't have any emotional foundation, but now I'm relieved......"

Qiao Yunxue's eyes cramped: "Mom, why are you so ......?"

Her voice stopped suddenly, and her shoulders trembled slightly. But he straightened his back and quietly looked at the customers who had just come in.

After a year, I thought it was calm, but there was still a sharp spurt hitting the tip of the center.

Nails sink deep into the palm of your hand. Raising her chin high, Qiao Yunxue stared at the elegant and extraordinary, extraordinary man-

Luo Shaofan, this lady of the sky, after experiencing such a thing, still has the cheekiness to come to the Sunset Gallery.

"Yun Xue is going to accompany Rong Qian, I am here." Xia Xinqin immediately protected her daughter.

"Mom, I'm fine." With a faint smile, Qiao Yunxue gently pulled her mother away, "I said it when I came back from Xi-Tibet, and I didn't have anything to do." ”

He's picking up oil paintings. Pick very seriously. The thin lips pursed lightly, and there was a faint feeling of depression. The demeanor is elegant, and it is still the original love saint. It's a pity that Jin Yu is outside, and he is ruined......

After he finished picking, he hugged her all to her, and was gentle: "Please help me pack it." ”

He is calm, and she can also be elegant. Skillful technique, it can be done in a few clicks.

"How was the year?" When he said this, Luo Shaofan's white and pure hands rested on the counter so elegantly and easily.

His long Danfeng eyes tightly locked her like a waterfall and green silk......

The palm hurts! She clenched her fingertips, but smiled calmly and elegantly: "Sir, go slowly!" I don't send it! ”