Yang Bing is more and more unhappy and caresses Fengling carefully.
"My mother is the kindest and best mother in the world..."
Ignoring Ling Luoyu's eyes, she pastes the wind chime on her cheek, as if lying in the palm of her mother's hand, a face intoxicated.
"No matter what you do, my mother will not hurt you..."
"That's good!"
Ling Luoyu clapped his hands and stepped back two steps.
"That If you're OK, I'd better go back first... "
"Don't go!"
Yang Bing suddenly grabs Ling Luoyu's wrist, a little shy.
"You Let's talk about the high priest... "
Ling Luoyu:
Good end, how to pull out the ink Xuan dust again?
"You all think I'm stupid, but I'm not I know, the high priest is good to you!! He's never been so nice to other women... "
Yang Bing bit her lips and sat down in front of the window. Her fingertips crossed the wind chime and made a crisp sound.
"He treats you well because he likes you, just like I like him I will treat him as well But he didn't like me It won't be nice to me... "
The wind, blowing through her long hair, lost her eyes and covered the tears at the bottom of her eyes.
Looking at her clear eyes, Ling Luoyu felt a little guilty at the bottom of her heart, as if she were the little three.
"That Miss Bing, if you like someone, it's something you can control. But if you want others to like you, it's out of control... "
Feather eyelashes tremble, she sits beside her drooping eyes.
"I know you like the high priest, but No one has any rules. If you like a person, you must be a husband and wife... "
Fingertips caress, she caresses her long hair, soft voice smile.
"You can think of him as your brother, your friend, your mentor Believe me, when you treat him as your elder brother, he will treat you as your sister and like you as if you like your sister... "
Yang Bing's eyes suddenly became very complicated, as if there were infinite grievances: "I I just treat him as a brother But he just doesn't like me... "