Fall in Love with Mr. Nian Slowly

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update Mr. Nian, slowly like your latest chapter!The average annual Ting withdrew his eyes and said to Lausanne: "Look, I'm not willing to go out shopping because I'm afraid of encountering this kind of situation. When people's external and internal are in direct proportion, those who are jealous of me and jealous of me will Spare no effort to discredit me."

Lausanne: "...".

Half-sounding, she sighed softly, "My senior, I'm going to pay the bill. Can you take your hand off my shoulder?"

Every year Ting watched her delicate shoulders and her palms silently, and after a moment, gently moved away.

It doesn't matter, anyway, he will catch up soon.

After buying the clothes, Luo Sao looked at the balance in it and was heartbroken. She had a suit for eight thousand and eight. She hadn't bought such expensive clothes in a long time.

The wicked Yi Jingxi, it is not enough to ruin her victimization. Is this just to force her to go back to the days of eating buns?

The average annual Ting, a lot taller than her, inadvertently glanced at the numbers on her phone screen, frowning, "Actually, I have always been puzzled. Your 22-year-old girl should be held by her parents in the palm of her hand. , Why did you come out to work as a nurse to make money?"

"My President, can I not answer this question," Lausanne silenced for a moment, then looked up and answered.

"...Well, everyone has their own unspeakable secrets," Ting nodded every year. In fact, he didn't say that, vaguely, he could guess some. A girl needs this. Either the family conditions are very bad, or the family is out of the house. Some unknown situations.

He will not investigate other people's past indiscriminately. This is an invasion of privacy.

But he absolutely believes that with his charm, she will tell the truth in the near future.

With his ability, he would not let his girlfriend be wronged.

After I figured it out, Ting looked down at his watch every year at 8:30, so he proposed, "Choose a few more men's clothes."

"Year-old, your clothes are made by hand. The clothes here are still too cheap for you and do not match your identity," Lausanne was grateful for not asking him, but she got up too early today And ran around for another day, really tired.

"Occasionally, we have to follow the people-friendly route."

"..."

How about you as a relative of the emperor?

Forget it, whatever he wants.

In the next year, Ting chose another ten sets of clothes. Because they bought too much, the clothing store will personally pack and deliver them.

At 9:30, Ting left the mall annually to drive a sports car and send Lausanne back to school.

In Xiacheng at night, the light wind rolled up the fallen leaves. After about ten minutes of opening, the wind suddenly increased and the moon hid in the dark clouds.

Lausanne watched for a while and reminded, "Nearly, it seems that it is going to rain. Can you cover the sports car?"

Ting's hand holding the steering wheel is slightly slack, and he glanced down at the console. "It should not be. The weather forecast did not say that it will rain today. Let me hurry up."

Throttle at the foot slightly increased, tens of millions of sports cars "boom", and traveled far and wide.

About five minutes later, sparse raindrops from the sky hit the face.

"The weather forecast is sometimes inaccurate. It's raining, year-round," Lausanne put his hand on his head. "Shut it off."

"Well," the brake lightly stepped on, stopped on the side of the road, staring at the dense row of keys on the console, a little dumbfounded. After about half a minute, I pressed a black key, "Boom", the front suddenly shook Next, the tail box opened.

Annual average Ting: "...".