"hmm"
"It’s a beautiful day. I won’t go to the company to accompany you today."
"Good" LeXueWei buckle his hand "it’s still early for us to talk"
Han Chengyi squinted. "How did you say you took a fancy to me at first sight among so many people at the airport?"
"Hee hee" LeXueWei lift up your face to smile slightly like thirty years ago "because you are handsome … Korea always don’t know? You are so charming. "
Han Chengyi tugged at the corners of his mouth "honored"
He tilted his head and kissed her forehead. "Xiaoxue, I have been with you for 30 years and I don’t know …"
"hey!"
Le Xuewei covered his mouth and shook his head. "There will be another 30 years … Chengyi, you remember where you are, and I will be there. We are holding hands … we are the most important people to each other. You are me … and I am you."
"hmm"
Han Chengyi’s heart is moist and soft, and her relaxed tone is "Class A for three years …"
"I’m Le Xuewei"
I still remember that year when they met in the sea of thousands of people, but it was not their first meeting … but a reunion after a long separation by fate.
Many times our fate is always playing tricks on people.
In fact, god is fine!
The other half of your life should be you, even if you run away, you can’t escape.
Le Xuewei suddenly started to play and hooked Han Chengyi’s lips. "Sir, please give me a kiss."
Han Chengyi’s lips are "not desirable"
You’re my life, and I’m doomed to die in this life … I’ve come all the way through difficulties and hardships to beg for help … and I finally got it.
……
Rest days
It’s rare that Han Ximing didn’t arrange a job. He wanted to go back to Changsha to spend time with his parents and go to see his own car. He also bought gifts for his stars in the back seat.
Because it is not a working day, he has no special driveway but is crowded in the traffic.
The display is passable, but …
Suddenly a figure rushed out in front and fell straight to the ground!
Han Ximing zheng brake quickly! The car stopped just against the figure when it creaked.
Han Ximing hurried to push the door to the figure, which had been surrounded. He dialed the crowd and walked over.
"Oh dear!" A pretty girl is shouting "hit someone!" Hey, hey, such a good car … You can hit people without a good car? "
Han Ximing’s heart beat faster, and the crowd dispersed in front of him. He finally met this "porcelain-touching" girl … at a glance!
"You …" Han Ximing found his throat seems to be stuck.
The girl saw him more puffed up. "Yaya, are you a driver?" You hit me, you know? Lose money! "
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"You …" Han Ximing grabbed her arm three or two steps ago. "What did you say?"
"…" Girl alpha males wrinkled facial features "what are you doing? So fierce! Is it still so powerful to hit people? "
Han Ximing was dumbfounded. "You don’t know me?"
"Who are you?" Does the girl raise an eyebrow "star"? Just starting out? I don’t know! "
Han Ximing eyes wet "I …"
Someone in the crowd recognized Han Ximing, clutching his mouth and exclaiming, "It’s the president!"
"ah! It’s true! "
The crowd immediately talked about it, and the girl heard it. She immediately felt guilty and embarrassed and touched her neck. "Ha ha, President? Misunderstanding, this is actually a misunderstanding … "
Her eyes rolled and she got up from the ground and quickly ran into the chaotic crowd and ran away!
"Don’t run!"
Han Ximing started to chase, but the stream of people was too chaotic. He hooked his lips and smiled. "Chase that girl for me! Who chased a lot of rewards! "
"Yes!"
So there was a chase on the streets of the Imperial Capital.
The girl in front was crying with her skirt. "Ahhh … help! It’s just touching porcelain. Do you want to kill it? Help! Do you want to be so unlucky to touch porcelain and touch such a big shot? Help! "
Han Ximing runs all the way forward. Life doesn’t just love you …
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Pet marriage strikes
Section 1
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Pet marriage strikes
Zhe dou Bao gu
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Chapter 1 Kidnapped
In midsummer and dusk, a day is stuffy in impetuous air, and the precipitation is hot
The young girl of Dijue Jingwan lay on the living room with her head hanging askew. Her wrist was tightly tied with a man’s tie, and her clean white face was set with a painful look.
Walking on the white wall, the minute hand rustled to break the silence.
My hand hurts.
Song Anqiao Cu delicate eyebrow absently woke up eyes unfamiliar.
"er"
Song anqiao leans over and looks around the room. Everything in the aristocratic apartment is priceless.
"Wake up!"
A sen cold and dangerous male voice sounded behind Song Anqiao.
"who?"
Song anqiao was startled and turned to see the man’s head but couldn’t move. Since then, she has kept a posture for a long time, causing a slight stiff neck.