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Chapter 930: They Are All His Photos

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    Hearing Mi Xiner's words, Gu Sihan was stunned for a few seconds, and when he understood the meaning of her words, a smile slowly spread from the corner of his mouth, then slightly bent his body, and hugged her up.

    Just like a young man in love, he hugged his beloved in ecstasy and circled around several times.

    Baby you really said yes, right?  "

    After Mi Xiner hugged his neck in shock, she buried her face in his chest in embarrassment, "Stop making trouble, is someone watching?"

    "Just look at it, what's wrong with me hugging my princess?" Gu Sihan not only said, but also lowered his head and kissed Mi Xiner's face.

    Beside, Ying Yiyan didn't react to all this, but Zi Miaoyan was different.

    Obviously she wasn't going through it, but seeing that Xiner was finally happy, she was also moved and couldn't help the corners of her eyes getting wet.

    But when she thought of the rigorous attitude, she couldn't help but feel sad, she didn't bother Xiner and Gu Sihan, and didn't say hello to Ying Yiyan, just walked out of the hall quietly by herself.

    The two immersed in happiness naturally didn't notice her, but Ying Yiyan immediately took out her phone and sent a message to Yan Jing after Zi Miaoyan went out

    Outside, after not seeing Ying Yiyan for a long time, the guests did not dare to have any complaints or unhappiness.  But it was inevitable to be a little embarrassed to stay like this all the time, so they slowly dispersed.

    When Zi Miaoyan came out, there were nearly half of the customers outside.

    In order to reduce the sense of existence, she almost walked towards the place where she temporarily lived with her head down.

    Thinking that maybe she would pack her luggage and return home tomorrow, her heart felt uncomfortable.

    As soon as she returned to the room, Zi Miaoyan smelled a strange fragrance, which smelled good but not so strong, and it smelled very comfortable.

    ? Could it be that the servant changed something to make the air fresher?

    Do you have the medicine?  Zi Miaoyan didn't think much about it, she went back to the room and threw herself on the bed.

    Looking at the ceiling, she suddenly turned over again, took out her phone, and clicked on the photo album.

    There are many photos here, and almost all of them are taken by one person, Ying Yiyan.

    Most of him in the photos have the same expression. He is serious when he is alone, and he has an amiable smile when he meets people and things. He behaves politely, but he keeps a very polite distance from the opposite sex.

    At first glance, it is the type that girls are very close to and like.

    The only difference is that all these photos were secretly taken by Zi Miaoyan.

    She can even tell when each photo was taken and what he was doing.

    Every time she is bored, she takes out her mobile phone to take a look, but such time is not much!

    Thinking that they will be separated soon, Zi Miaoyan couldn't help but feel sore in her heart, she directly turned off her mobile phone and threw it beside the bed.

    Closing her eyes, she immediately turned over, took a nightgown and went into the bathroom.

    Just as she entered, a black figure jumped in from the window first, and then hid himself behind the thick floor-to-ceiling curtains.

    In the bathroom, warm water poured down from the top of Zi Miaoyan's head. It was a very comforting thing, but it made her feel inexplicably restless.

    She felt very hot in her body, and also had a dry mouth.

    The water temperature was lowered irritably, but this feeling did not ease in the slightest.

    She now needs a glass of ice water to quench her thirst.

    After washing in a hurry, she put on her nightgown without even drying the water droplets on her body. Impatiently, she took a dry towel and wiped her hair indiscriminately, before throwing it aside a few times.

    According to her habit, she found the hair dryer and turned on the cool wind to try to dry her hair, but she seemed unable to concentrate.

    I always think back to the scene when I carefully dried her hair that night, but the more I thought about it, the hotter she became, and the dryness in her throat made her swallow continuously.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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