Night eyes can’t help but put pink notes again. It seems that there is a force pulling Zhou Zichen to find out.
Since they all say that they are tired, they will also have a special brain network.
Yan Xi is a lazy person, which can be seen from the fact that her mobile phone and brain have not set the unlock code.
Turn the note screen over again. Zhou Zichen’s dark pupil suddenly shrank in a moment.
The 14-inch interface has two ie pages, because he suddenly entered the room just now, so Yan Xi will be crossed if he doesn’t come.
Ji yuran
Little darling, how can she find something in Ji Yuran’s news?
Intuitive things are strange because Yan Xi’s little head can think of things, but Zhou Zichen can’t think of them.
Nayatou
It’s not misunderstanding him, is it?
God pity him. Zhou Zichen has never seen a hair of Ji Yuran in Italy, let alone accompany Ji Yuran to the street. Those luxury items will come from his wallet.
Deep black eyes were covered with a faint mist, but the color of the mist was depressing gray.
He Zhou Zichen is not a fool to see what kind of mind Ji Yuran is holding.
In the bathroom
I washed a long brown hair, but I found that the more I rubbed, the more foam I found.
Thick eyelashes suddenly quiver with glittering and translucent water droplets hanging from the head.
Ciao
Hold out your bare pink arm and take the bottle of Yanxi that she just put on the table. It doesn’t matter if you look at it. The lip is pumping at a high speed
She knew it.
She knew it.
She, she, she used shampoo as a skin care agent and put it on her hair again
Rush to hit the shower to wash it
alas
Her poor hair has been ruined recently.
A bath is not too long. When Yanxi came out with her hair wrapped, she found Zhou Zichen smoking a cigarette at the big window. The pink note on the table was still half-closed, and it seemed as if it had never been touched by a second person.
"The first time I saw you smoking," curved Diane eyebrow gently provoked Yanxi and added, "You have never smoked."
Why does Zhou Shaoshao look so miserable?
it goes like this…
It should be whether she is good or not.
"Occasionally, I will smoke one." When he is in a bad mood, a gray cigarette butt at his fingertips will fall directly from the window. Zhou Zichen will put out the scarlet hand that is still burning, as if the hot temperature root is not there.
I still remember that after Min Xun’s funeral, he hid and smoked two whole packs of cigarettes and cigarette butts on the ground, which was the most indulgent time for Zhou Zichen since he was a child.
Jiang Lan has been educating him to rest regularly and have three meals on time, otherwise even if the young people are in good health, they can’t help wasting it again and again.
"I’m going to take a shower." Zhou Zichen took off her western coat and threw it into the bamboo basket. She pointed to the rectangular box of the chair and said to Yanxi, "I’ll take the medicine box in and treat the wound for me later."
"Don’t you see it in front of the mirror yourself?" Consciousness murmured a word.
"Little darling, I fought with Yi Shaoqian because of you." The implication is that this injury is also due to you.
"Slice" turned a supercilious look at the generous back of the man. Yanxi secretly felt that you, the old star lover, must be very willing to let me do it for you.
It’s not like I forced you to beat Yi Shaoqian.
although