Meaning: If it's good-looking, you won't need it.

There are three black lines in front of the forehead of the southern seven feathers.

"Then why are you writing your own name?"

I love you, shouldn't it be used in confessions?

Raising her eyebrows, Nan Qiyu asked her, "Confess to yourself, are you so narcissistic?" ”

"......" Rong Sheng smiled, "Can't you?" ”

"I thought I'm a good person, but I don't know why someone hates me so much."

Again.

Nan Qiyu's dark eyes flashed, and it was obvious that he didn't want to have anything emotional to do with her.

Turning around, he held the pen and wrote the words I love you on the blank paper.

Otherwise, believe in her wickedness.

With a lift of his hand, Nan Qiyu handed over the paper in his hand, and then he put down the pen and got up.

"When to eat."

A cold voice floated over as he walked over, and Rong Sheng looked at the handwriting on the paper.

Tsk, it's really beautifully written.

After admiring his writing, Rong Sheng raised her head and glanced at him, and a meaningful smile crept into her eyes.

She folded the paper into squares as she said, "I have something to talk to you about before I eat. ”

Nan Qiyu stopped.

In the evening, the lights in the hall were already on, and the warm light shone down from the crystal chandelier.

Nan Qiyu twisted his delicate eyebrows, "What's the matter?" ”

After speaking, the sound of subtle footsteps came from behind him, and Nan Qiyu knew that she was walking towards him, his back tightened, and he pursed his thin lips.

A few seconds later, a beautiful woman came to him.

Nan Qiyu lowered his eyes and glanced at her, and the other party smiled.

When I met her smiling gaze, a bad premonition grew from the bottom of my heart.

Nan Qiyu frowned.

But in the blink of an eye, the woman's beautiful voice came, "Don't frown all the time, it's not good-looking." ”

Nan Qiyu's eyes lit up, he looked at her, the woman in front of him directly stretched out her hand, and when he reacted, her soft hand directly smoothed his frowning brows.

"Nan Qiyu, I accept your confession."

The woman's hand had been withdrawn.

At this time, a playful voice came from the front, and Nan Qiyu raised his eyebrows, "What?" ”

When did he confess to her?

Nan Qiyu looked at Rong Shang, and his dark gaze became deeper and deeper.

"Don't you know?" Rong Sheng tilted his head and smiled slightly.

The two stood facing each other like this, and after a few seconds, Rong Sheng saw his gaze change.

Tsk, got the idea?

"Ye Zhaoxue, are you pit me?"

Nan Qiyu was a little speechless, he felt strange when she asked him to write those words just now.

No matter how narcissistic a person is, how can he confess to himself.

With a dark face, Nan Qiyu directly pushed her away and walked towards the staircase.

Rong Sheng smiled happily behind him, "Nan Qiyu, it's useless for you to run away now, don't forget, those three words you wrote by yourself are still with me." ”

Alas, it's too boring to stay in the villa every day.

So much so that now it is very interesting to tease Nan Qiyu Rongshang.

Nan Qiyu felt like she was going crazy.

Why did he put this woman on the shelf.

Gritting his teeth, Nan Qiyu turned around and strode back.

"Ye Zhaoxue, can you stop making trouble?"

He stretched out his hand, "Give me the paper." ”

"Oh." Rong Sheng turned his head sideways and pulled a tissue from the table and put it in his hand.

Nan Qiyu, "......"

She really pushes the limits of his patience all the time.

Not wanting to say too much, Nan Qiyu's displeased gaze fell on him and looked at him a few times.

For a moment, he directly stretched out his hand—