"On November 5, I took her to Wang Du's house, and let Wang Du misunderstand our relationship, her acting skills are very good, and I have the idea of continuing to cooperate."

"On November 6, she said that you put junk food into my stomach every day when I didn't know it, and you are finished, I won't stuff a penny in my wallet before I go to bed in the future!"

"On November 7th, I might like her, and Big Red Cross likes her."

Thinking of this, Fan Yi paused, looked up at Fu Xin, his eyes suddenly burst into brilliance, he almost shouted at Fu Xin with a tone of surprise: "Look, it's you!" ”

Fu Xin felt a groove in his heart.

But he didn't notice it, pointing to the words in the diary and saying, "Look, it's you who I like!" ”

Fu Xin was dumbfounded for a long time, not knowing what to answer.

Fan Yi stared at her with blazing eyes, changed his cold and indifferent face in the past, and even his eyebrows were dyed with a smile, bent like a bright moon.

He suddenly half-hugged Fu Xin and put her on the side of the bed: "You sit still, I'll paint you a portrait." ”

"Huh?" Fu Xin was a little surprised.

I saw him take out his painting tools, mix the paint, and trace her outline against the white paper.

Fu Xin was sleepy when she sat down, her eyes were about to doze off, and she didn't know what willpower she had held on for so long.

After a while, her face jumped on the page, and he painted a white wedding dress for her, and his lips gently raised a smile, mysterious and moving.

"Alright, I'll name you Mona Liqing."

After speaking, he picked up the pen and wrote the words Mona Liqing on the edge of the drawing paper.

Fu Xin: "......"

After Fan Yi rolled up the paper, he was still saying in his mouth: "You haven't answered me just now, what I like is you, what about you?" ”

However, no sound came from behind him, and when he turned his head, he realized that the girl had fallen asleep on his bed.

Fan Yi was slightly stunned, the fog in his mind seemed to gradually disperse, and the strength of the night's wine seemed to be washed by cold water at this time, and he woke up halfway.

What did he do today?

Fan Yi's mind was a mess, and fragments flashed through his mind.

- Look, it's you that I like!

he, he actually said such a thing?

Fan Yi looked at the person on the bed in disbelief, and two thoughts popped into his mind in an instant.

1. Throw her out.

2. Throw yourself out.

But he finally chose three, and no one threw it out, just as it was a drunken fool.

Fan Yi approached the bed, watching this person take up all the positions on his bed in a large font without grace, and he thought about how he should sleep.

But in the end, he didn't think of a reason, but stared at her in a daze.

Her facial features are incredibly gentle, her curly eyelashes remind him of the Barbie dolls that girls like, her face is softer when she sleeps, probably because she drank some wine tonight, her face is still flushed, her skin is like a freeze in the moonlight, her lips are unintentionally slightly opened, and she seems to be able to feel her even breath when she is quiet.

Fan Yi couldn't help but reach out and pry the broken hair on her forehead, her index finger fell on her smooth forehead, and her lips trembled slightly.

She won't know if you touch it, right?

Thinking so, he leaned over slightly, and his lips fell on her forehead, lightly imprinting.

It's as romantic as you see it in a TV series.

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