Suddenly, it was as if a closed window had opened and lit up.

Looking at the food in front of me, I suddenly wanted to eat two more bites, and when I looked at the work on the table, I suddenly had motivation.

Just like every Friday, when she sat in the audience, looking forward to the stars and the moon, she looked forward to him in the group of teenagers in white jerseys.

I always unscrew the cap from the bottle in my hand and drink most of the bottle with my head up.

Every time, as long as he showed up a little late, she would be cranky, and the classmate next to her would be irritated when he said something to her.

She often asks herself why liking someone is obsessed to such an extent.

More intoxicated than those Internet addicted teenagers to games.

This can also prove that people's hearts are strong, and there is really nothing to do with Xiaoqiang.

Again and again, but still with illusions and thoughts.

Just because of his secretary's unconfirmed sycophancy, she thought about it and couldn't wait.

Lin Yiqian laughed at himself, reached out and picked up the box, put it on his lap, and slowly opened the lid of the box with both hands.

The bright orange made her feel that the light in the room suddenly brightened a few degrees.

She was a little surprised, surprised that Gu Nianshen would pick out clothes with such bright eyes for her.

I don't think she's ever had a dress of this color.

Wrong!

Once in the third year of junior high school, she went to represent the school in a recitation competition, and her mother bought her an orange dress, saying that the color was brighter, which would make her stand on the stage more eye-catching.

She wore that dress once, because the color was too eye-catching.

Why does this guy look at her mother and like such a sassy color?

She frowned as she thought as she picked up the clothes in the box and shook them open.

It's a very simple V-neck sleeveless gown, I didn't find the brand, I don't know if I got rid of it.

'He didn't hesitate to report the size to the designer......

Lin Yiqian took the skirt and compared it on his body, and wanted to put it back in the box, but once again because of Qi Shaodong's words, he couldn't wait.

I can't wait to put the skirt on the body.

She was wearing a tight T-shirt and skinny jeans today, which had little effect except for the bad effect.

She looked down at the hem of her skirt, which was just right to the ankles, and then pulled at the waist, a little tight, but if she took off her pants and T-shirt, it was just right.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curle.

She didn't rush to put on her shoes, she spun around on the ground barefoot, her skirt fluttering, like a blooming flower in her sight.

She couldn't help but kick her legs and show off a ballet she hadn't danced in eight hundred years.

When she was a child, her mother forced her to study for a while, but later her mother saw that she really didn't like it, so she didn't let her continue studying.

I didn't expect that many years later, she would still want to get up and jump twice.

Kicking, easily kicking a word horse.

"Yo, Mr. Xiaolin, you are a practitioner."

I don't know when the door opened, and Fang Heyang's voice suddenly came from the door.

Lin Yiqian was startled, put down his legs, and almost fell.

After she stood firm, she frowned and looked at Fang Heyang angrily.

He wore a light pink shirt and aristocratic blue cropped trousers today, and there was no lack of formality in the trend.

Fang Heyang knew why Lin Yiqian was displeased, and explained to her in no hurry, "I knocked on the door just now, and I knocked several times, maybe you didn't hear it." ”

Then he pointed to the bag of documents he was holding in his other hand and said, "This document is very important, and I urgently need your signature." ”