Chapter 721: I Love You, Goodbye 2

The man hung up the phone, grinned, turned around and asked, "Whose phone is this?"

In the compartment, a fat short man rushed out, his face turned green, and roared, "Why the fuck are you answering my phone?"

The men almost burst out laughing.

If Bingbing wasn't in a bad mood, she would have laughed out loud. Now, however, she couldn't smile at all, and just walked along. Everyone's eyes suddenly straightened. Today, she was deliberately dressed up, with a white evening dress inside, and a layer of noble Russian silver fox fur around her neck, the breeze blew gently, and the fox's hairs stood up one by one, lining her pink face brilliantly.

What's even more chic is her walking posture, which is really like a weak willow supporting the wind, swaying, and her figure is incredible, reminiscent of the picturesque lady in the legend.

Alive, the maid who came out of the classical Chinese picture.

A group of men are accustomed to seeing the big boobs, fierce women, jade girls and all kinds of coquettish women in the entertainment industry...... Now, when I suddenly saw such a figure, I was dumbfounded.

Beauty, sure enough, there is a difference, and it should be divided into levels.

If it can be so beautiful, it is not fashionable or unfashionable, it is elegant and truly dignified and noble posture. Sure enough, beauties still need to have a little culture to be more calm.

The man who had just answered the phone was the first to laugh: "Hey, isn't this Bingbing? What kind of wind blew you here? It's really shining, welcome, welcome, warmly welcome to your arrival." ”

She smiled: "Mr. Chen, I really came to you this time." ”

The man's eyes lit up: "I really have such a big face?"

She smiled slightly, but her heart was surprisingly nervous.

For several sunny days in a row, the fig trees turned green overnight. The small umbrellas of the leaves obscured the entire sky. Liang Xiaodong stood under the fig tree, raised his head, and looked at the familiar tree for a long time.

The vines on the windowsill are green, and small white flowers are blooming, and the flowers will not be broken in a spring. I remember the first time he came here, he fell in love with the grass and trees here, and the beautiful fig tree alone became a scenery of its own. I used to think that even if I lived in a big house or villa, it would be used as a vacation cottage.

In a short period of time, the building was empty.

He saw creepers crawling all over the windowsill, buzzing butterflies, and vigilant eyes from patrolling security guards. I often walk around this neighborhood, and now I realize that even the security guards have changed their faces. The security guard stopped: "Sir, who are you looking for?"

He said lightly: "I'm looking for a friend." They weren't at home. ”

"You say this householder? They haven't had anyone in their house for a long time. No one is at home during the Chinese New Year, and we are still taking care of this building, and it is estimated that we will not come back for a long time. Don't you have your friend's phone number? Call her, don't wait here, you can't wait for someone. ”

"It's okay, I'm just here to look at this fig. ”

The security guard thought this person was strange, but looking at his appearance, there was a kind of style, not like a little thief, but he just looked at it and left.

Standing under the fig tree for a long time, he slowly took out the key, but, when he walked to the door, he stopped again.

The mobile phone rang, "Xiaodong, are you sure to stay in Canada?" The formalities have been completed, are you sure to immigrate?"