Chapter 342

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wake up with your eyes open and your pillow is empty.

Yang Zimei's heart was suddenly emptied. He looked at the white mosquito net blankly. Fang got up from the bed lazily, put on his slippers and walked out of the room.

There was a fine sound of knife cutting wood from the courtyard.

He hasn't left yet?

As soon as she was happy, she ran into the courtyard.

The dragon is sitting on the big decorative stone in the middle of the courtyard day by day, with her head down and her carving knife for jade carving in her hand. She is cutting something on a big wood.

The golden sunshine in the morning, shining on his body, makes his absorbed face appear more handsome and charming.

This is her man!

Yang Zimei stood not far away, staring at him!

Perhaps feeling her gaze, the Dragon raised his head day by day, just on her eyes with a bit of obsession. Her heart was soft and moved, and the bottom of her eyes was suffused with gentle light. Zhan Yan gave her a faint smile.

The dragon does not often smile day by day, but a smile, like the iceberg snow lotus blooming, let people have a kind of spring feeling.

He and Zhuge Yue, a smile, lips will ripple two deep dimples, it is almost drunk.

Zhuge Yue, who was born to like evil evil evil evil smile, to pan blossoming peach blossom.

But the dragon is different day by day. His temperament is as cold as iron, and his smile gives people an indescribable feeling.

Therefore, when he just smiles, Yang Zimei feels his heart like being held by a cat's paw, and the whole person will melt into his smile.

This man is really a monster.

She thought of him when he was fifteen again!

At that time, his posture was unique, just like coming out of a comic book, which made her feel inexplicable when she saw it at the first sight.

She returned to him with a bright smile and trotted over, slightly pursing her mouth and saying, "I thought you left quietly again."

The Dragon pursed his lips day by day and stretched out his hand to pull her on his legs, just like a father holding a child.

Yang Zimei didn't feel sudden and awkward. She naturally sat on his warm legs and knees, looking at the wood and knife in his hand, "do you want to carve something?"

"Well, carve me." The Dragon wiped away the pieces of wood with his fingers day by day, and the outline of a head was highlighted. It was a bit like him.

"Why, not mine?"

Yang Zimei rolled his eyes.

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