824 Didn't you say you didn't have time

Qin Shen smiled and said, "It's not good to be with me, are you sure you're not blind?" ”

"I've got a good eye." Chen Luan gritted his teeth angrily, he just stepped forward and flipped it over, and then picked out a black one, "Actually, I think the suits are almost the same, but the black ones have always been the white moonlight in my mind, because they look calm." ”

Chen Luan said so much in fragments, but found that Qin Shen did not look at her, but looked behind her.

"Are you listening to me?" Chen Luan said suspiciously, "Huh? ”

"Little Orange, is someone looking for you?" Qin Shen just said a word, but his face was still inexplicable.

How did he feel that the man standing behind Chen Luan was so malicious towards him?

"Huh?" Chen Luan said suspiciously, as soon as she turned around, she saw Yi He staring at her with a cold face.

Chen Luan was startled, screamed, and subconsciously retreated, but did not fall, Qin Shen caught her firmly behind her.

Yi He was about to take her hand but stopped in mid-air, and finally quickly retracted it, "Chen Luan, didn't you say that you don't have time?" How is this your thing? ”

Chen Luan stood firm, and then found that the two little stars brought by Yi He were still following him, his mood was indescribable, and finally he snorted coldly, "What's the matter with you?" Can you handle it? ”

She scolded him back with the words she had just said.

"That's how you talk to me?" Yi He sneered, and his whole person felt like he was about to explode, "Chen Luan, I'm afraid I've given you too much freedom, and you don't even know who I am, right?" ”

After Chen Luan stood up, Qin Shen just let go of his hand, but kept frowning and looking at Yi He, he asked softly, "Little Orange, who is he?" ”

"I don't know, I don't know." Chen was in a very irritable mood, "Maybe somewhere did the neuropathy come from?" ”

Hearing this, Yi He was obviously even more angry, he grabbed his hair, and simply kicked the suit on the shelf over, and the suit fell to the ground.

Chen Luan was startled, and subconsciously closed his eyes and stepped back.

Qin Shen saw Chen Luan's fear, and just wrapped her in his arms, his slender hands covering his eyes and ears.

This action is completely a state of protection, and Yi He looks at it like a ghost, and he feels that everything is thought out clearly.

Why did Chen Luan make a fuss about divorce as soon as he came back, it turned out that he hooked up with a little white face, and it seemed that his feelings were still like glue.

This thought made Yi He very angry and angry, Chen Luan turned out to be a half-hearted woman, and his previous liking may have been to fall in love with his face, right?

He felt that something was missing after Chen Luan left, and now it seems that he is really missing something, he lacks his heart.

"Chen Luan, you tell me honestly!" Yi He gasped heavily, and said in a very bad tone, "You divorced me, did you have this little white face?" ”

"What little white face?" Chen Luan got out of Qin Shen's arms, and looked at Yi He's mess, feeling speechless in his heart.

Yi He's expression was too fierce, and the shopping guide ran away in a panic when he kicked the shelf down, and the two little stars hid aside and shivered.

This is Yihe's style, except for losing his temper and destroying things, there is no other behavior.

"What's not a little white face next to you?" Yi He said with a sneer.

"You're enough." The anger in Chen Luan's heart was burning, "Are you sick, if you are sick, you will be cured, what are you crazy here?" ”

"So you're talking about me for the little white face, aren't you?" Yi He said with a mocking smile, his eyes were full of sarcasm, "I said that you used to like what I liked and lost yourself, how could it change so quickly, it turns out that this is the case, too, otherwise how could you catch up with your water-based poplar character." ”。

"Are you done?" Chen Luan was so angry that he wanted to cry, but he felt bored, so he could only stare at him.