Little liar?

Your family are all cheats!

Huarong became angry and pushed him away. He turned around angrily and lifted the skirt bought by Fengjin and looked at it in front of her eyes.

At this point, it is a little strange.

It's not that Fengjin has been looking for someone to buy her skirt so quickly with her back on her back. It's just that this dress looks very suitable for her style!

According to her idea, Feng brocade, a straight man's aesthetic, was poisoned by the small fresh white cotton skirt. She bought either a long black straight dress wrapped from head to tail, or an old-fashioned dress without waist and design sense.

At the moment, the small skirt in her hand is not only open back, but also high-grade fabric. The design is in accordance with her preferences, which is her style.

Feng Jin came over and stood behind her. She looked at her skirt in a daze. She put his chin against her shoulder socket and puffed at her ear. She said, "why, I don't like it. Well? "

Huarong turned his head and squinted at him and asked, "who bought it for you?"

She doesn't believe in the beauty of Fengjin. One day, she can stand by her side.

Fu Tingyuan and Luo Nanchu must be giving him advice!

"When I was driving a few days ago, I saw it in the window," Feng brocade looked down at the skirt on her hand, as if recalling the scene at that time, and her eyebrows were dyed with a few silks of tenderness. "When I saw it, I thought this skirt was very suitable for you."

He looked down at the indescribable face of Huarong, and a little surprise flashed under his eyes, "how, don't you like it?"

"I'm so bored." Huarong pushed away his face and went to the bathroom with his back to him. "Don't think a little skirt can buy me off. Do you think you can just play me like this tonight?"

She can't see Huarong's face, but she pretends to have a vicious voice, but she is a little bit naive. Fengjin doesn't know what expression Huarong is when she is shy, but with his straight thinking logic, he thinks Huarong likes it.

Huarong changed her skirt and walked out of the bathroom. Looking at the man standing in the room, Huarong felt for the first time that it was more embarrassing to wear clothes than to take them off.

She pulled at her skirt and coughed softly, "is it nice?"

Feng brocade clubbed his chin and looked at her carefully. Her face became nervous: "turn a circle and try."

Huarong turns around, and the colorful skirt spins up. When she stops, the exquisite skirt falls on her upper leg. Huarong's fingers involuntarily rolled up his long hair and glanced at him with the tail of his eyes: "how about it?"

Feng Jin came over and took hold of her waist: "let's go, let's have dinner."

Huarong Leng for a moment, not willing to so calculate: "wait a minute, you haven't said good-looking!"

"Rong Rong, don't be so narcissistic."

"You..."

"Let's go. Let's go. I'm hungry, too."

Huarong

Huarong is so angry!

This little bunny, play with her!

*

after a dinner, Huarong didn't want to eat seriously.

Fengjin gave her a skirt for the first time, which made her quick brain short circuited. When she saw the skirt on the road, she wanted to buy it for her!

Obviously, it's not much love talk, but it's always pleasant to say it from Fengjin's mouth.

Huarong for the first time found that he was so easy to coax - as long as he read it and remember it in his heart, he couldn't help being happy.

It's too humiliating, too humble, as if she had no one to love.