In particular, many working women in the company will wear light makeup, spray perfume to show respect to each other, and go to work every day to be a little dizzy.

However, it's a pity that none of his previous female companions knew about his preference. Every time, he always sprays a fragrant scent, trying to make him remember his different taste.

A woman is simply very good, clean, and soft when kissed. The whole body is soft, with a little shower gel and shampoo fragrance, and when emotional, it will exude an incomparable femininity.

There's nothing more fascinating about men than this.

Leng Yunting is actually a simple man, and he likes simple women.

Be pretty, hot, have a special personality but not be too special, be enthusiastic about him and be able to seduce, but you should stay away from other men.

Talented women are too troublesome, don't talk about those who don't look good, and they are all hypocritical.

The rich girl is too difficult, she spoils herself, spoils herself, is used to herself, and she will break when she touches it. He didn't need the financial status of her Lao Tzu's family, so he would marry her home and take it as a gift and smile carefully.

The common woman's eyes are green when she sees the sports car, and she trembles in her heart when you say something to her, and she doesn't know where to swing her hands but wants to leave a good impression on you. I don't know how many times I replayed the Meteor Garden in my mind, but I didn't think that Cinderella actually had an identity, a standard aristocratic daughter, but the tiger fell into Pingyang and was bullied by her stepmother.

Anyway, he just wants Luo Qingxue to be like this, and no one can change it.

She is arrogant, but not arrogant.

She's hot, and you're happy to be on the bed.

She is tall, and other men can only watch her from a distance and not play with her.

She also has a temper, as long as she doesn't provoke her bottom line, she generally won't make trouble with you.

She also regards money as dung, and no matter how many brand-name bags she buys, she can't hold her and whisper "I miss you".

I haven't seen him for a month this time, and it's not unheard of when he used to get along with his female companion - like Xu Zixuan, who went to Venice and was ruthlessly discarded by him when he came back.

It can be said that this month is also the time limit he set for himself-

If he really loves her and wants to be with her, a month is just the right time to inspire a higher wave of love in his heart.

If he doesn't love, it's just an impulse, and a month is enough time to buffer, and he can also take a good look at himself and then consider the next step.

Because he knew that even if he made a lot of trouble in the city, as long as Luo Qingxue was not pregnant, as long as he didn't take her home to see her parents, then it was very easy for him to regret it.

And a month passed quietly, and most of the time he was thinking about work.

It's just that after the end of the work, the thoughts in my heart will accumulate over time and get deeper and deeper-

He couldn't forget her, he really couldn't. Every time I come home, smell the smell of her living here, and look at the items she has used, the thoughts in my heart are like weeds, desperately spreading!

It's like now, watching her eyes wander, her eyes are like silk, and she wants to get closer, but she deftly dodges it. This kind of itchy desire to return the welcome stimulates his heart.