Fuyechuan finally couldn't help calling her and laughing at her.
Run what?
This is not Su Nan's temper!
Sunan: "it's good that I didn't leave you there. The housekeeper Wu Tutu didn't find a bodyguard for you."
Hearing the coldness of her voice, fuyechuan didn't say anything. After a few seconds of silence, he opened his mouth in a low voice.
"It's really ugly."
He just told the truth. As the president of a fabulous group, should he lie to make a tramp happy?
Do, no, go!
Su Nan looked at him coldly. "Then I'll send you back. Tell him."
Before putting his hand on his wheelchair, he held the handrail tightly, "don't..."
He suddenly felt that he had been offended, but the person he was facing was Su Nan, so let it go.
Offend if you offend.
"I listen to you. We won't go back. How beautiful the river is! Does it look like a diamond necklace?"
Would he be afraid if he wasn't unwell?
Joke!
Su Nan sneered, oh, advice!
The two of them walked leisurely to the small bridge in the middle. The air was filled with romantic and quiet atmosphere. That kind of intoxicating leisure was the only way to have time.
Fuyechuan looked at Su Nan, who was leaning on the bridge with his elbows. His side face was smooth and beautiful. His eyes were bright. The corners of his mouth were shining with a radian, which made people unable to move their eyes.
He smiled and suddenly wanted to say:
"Compared with you, anyone who plays the violin is rubbish."