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"You pay attention to her too?" With a helpless smile still hanging on the corner of her lips, his voice came from next to her ear.
Sa Shuang intuitively raised his eyes to watch the video again, the screen had already switched.
Suddenly it occurred to me that Yingzi was by Rumo's side, whether she had met Yang Yidan face to face, if not, it would be a good thing, if so
"She went to find Mo." Qin Haoran was still talking to himself. "Once a woman enters this circle, she always wants to find someone to rely on. Feelings are unreliable, and no one can trust anyone. After a long time, everyone will look away. The gold master is the best. Everyone takes what they need, men I always like beautiful women, and women always like rich men. Men are for showing their energy, and women are for their own future."
Sa Shuang slowly raised his head following his words, and met his gaze in the mirror.
His voice was as magnetic and gentle as ever, he talked slowly and eloquently, his eyebrows lightly fell on Sa Shuang, as if he was talking with her heart-to-heart.
The fine hair in front of his forehead was pushed aside to cover half of his forehead, his bright peach eyes were full of dazzling sharpness, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked into a captivating smile.
He has already changed into his clothes. He is wearing a dark blue tunic-style school uniform, ironed and straight, and the bangs pushed to one side are unruly and flamboyant. For a man in his thirties, after such a toss, it was like going back in time, returning to ten years ago, as if he was a rebellious and perverted problem student.
Ten years ago
Sa Shuang suddenly felt a little stuffy, the smile that just covered the corners of his lips stopped for a moment, and that smile suddenly made people feel sour and weak.
Qin Haoran looked at the woman in the mirror seriously.
Undoubtedly, she is beautiful, a pure and simple beauty, with a small face, a pointed chin, and very elegant facial features. There is no need for a make-up artist to bother, just to tie her thick black long hair up high, A simple ponytail, revealing the tip of the beauty on the forehead, is done.
The same dark blue coat with a checkered woolen skirt underneath, looking like a high school girl.
It's just that look, that look, but inexplicably makes people feel sad and distressed.
Sashuang's eyes began to slack, and someone seemed to be singing in his ears, "I remember when I was young, you loved to chat and I loved to laugh. Sitting side by side under the peach tree, the wind was blowing in the forest and birds were singing. Somehow fell asleep, in the dream How much do you know about the flowers?"
It is a heroic voice, but it pierces through time and space, the voice of more than ten years ago.
Who else?
From Bowen? Xichen's? anything else?
Sai Shuang lowered his eyes helplessly, and also, Cheng Kai's.
Haoran stared at her, looking at her seriously, the pain in her eyes was clear at a glance.
It was a kind of injury, an injury suffered by a man.
who is it?
Ink?
Therefore, after seeing such news and hearing his words, this is the only way to react.
Qin Haoran suddenly became displeased. Just when he was about to say something more, he saw Sa Shuang standing up, and when he looked again, the vicissitudes of life just now were gone, but as calm as ever.
Qin Haoran sneered in his heart, but took a step forward, and gently lifted her pointed chin with his index finger. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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