His eyes glanced around her face without trace. Looking at her slightly cold face, Shi Jinyang moved his lips and wanted to explain something, "Yan Yan, I just actually..." however, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Tong Yan, "you're right." Very light tone, like a gust of wind, the wind has no trace, or even no waves. He didn't deny his words, didn't make any sarcasm, and even accepted them gladly. With her usual temperament, it should be her style to rebut him sharply when she is unhappy. With such a calm tone, Shi Jinyang suddenly didn't understand her. Tong Yan didn't even take his hand out of his hand. He let him lead him and led him around. This time of year, Christmas has just passed. The streets of Paris and the atmosphere of Christmas after the festival remain. Both sides of the street are beautifully decorated. Colorful lights decorate the green trees on both sides. The whole street seems to be a avenue of stars. Along the street where they were, they met several children who still came out to sell flowers in winter. After each, the flower girl would come forward and hand the flowers to Shi Jinyang“ Brother, buy a bunch of flowers! My sister is so beautiful. The red rose is very worthy of her! "“ Brother and sister are lovers! Come out on a date, how can there be no flowers! "“ Brother, ninety-nine roses mean forever. I happen to have ninety-nine here. " Beautiful children like elves have sweet people and sweet mouths. Tong Yan didn't want to explain so much to several strange children. She ignored it from beginning to end and still took care of herself and walked her own way. Shi Jinyang didn't pay attention at first. When she passed the last little girl selling flowers, she didn't know whether to look at the other girl's loveliness or simply sympathize with such a small child. She came out to sell flowers in the cold and bought all the roses she held in her hand“ I want all these. Don't look for them. Go home early! " Fumbled for thousands of euros from his wallet and handed it to the other party. Shi Jinyang handed the flowers to Tong Yan. However, he stretched out his hand for a long time, but Dongfang didn't take it. Shi Jinyang was stunned, turned his head and stared at her in surprise. Tong Yan looked at a large bunch of roses in his hand for a few seconds. Her light eyes slowly raised, her eyes were flush with him, and with his just words, she said indifferently, "isn't it appropriate for my brother to send red roses to my sister?" A light sentence, can not hear much ridicule, so calm that it is a general statement. However, he choked Shi Jinyang's chest and almost breathed. His face was very dark, as if he had been eaten, and his expression was very strange. Tong Yanli ignored his reaction and didn't look at the flowers in his hands. She broke away from him and held her hand. She went straight ahead. Shi Jinyang stood rigidly in place and stared at the 99 roses in his hand. It was neither lost nor not lost. Lost, didn't you agree with what she just said? Don't lose him, a big man holding so many beautiful flowers, like what? Tong Yan is still walking forward, the pace is very fast, and she doesn't look back. Shi Jinyang glanced at the bouquet in his hand again, considered it, and took a big step to catch up with her. Holding flowers is embarrassing. He doesn't accept what Tong Yan just said. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.