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Qi Ye: Chinese is so poor, go back and reshape.
Mu An'an:? ? ?
Obviously it's very sweet to show off flowers and flirt with.
How did it end up being reprimanded?
Do you still think her Chinese is poor?
It must be the wrong way for her to open it.
Mu An'an decisively locked the screen of the phone, drank two mouthfuls of milk tea, and then turned on the screen again, looking at the chat history with Master Qi.
Finally, he stopped at the word "handsome boy".
At first glance, these three words are not problematic, but when one is used to describe someone, it seems very idiotic.
Mu Anan pursed her lips and snickered.
Mu An'an: The one named Zong Qi is just a handsome guy, but there is a seventh master, who is simply a god's mansion, with a bright moon in the sea, his appearance is like Pan'an, and he is as stunning as a galaxy.
Seventh Master: No need to fill in.
Mu Anan looked at the four words the man replied, and laughed directly.
Why is this person so naive.
But¡¡
My seventh master's childishness makes people feel cute and heart-warming.
Mu Anan hugged the sunflower and sent it to Moments.
Mu An'an: Some people, on the surface, are super bosses, but who knows that they are childish ghosts behind their backs. [Cute] [Cute] [Cute].
As soon as this circle of friends posted, the first person to like it was to like the crazy girl Xiaojiu.
You are the father: Hey, maybe a certain tyrant is not a tyrant?
Mu Anan: Hey, maybe a certain father lost again?
You are Dad: You are Dad.
Curly: What a rose.
Mu Anan: I like sunflowers.
Mu An'an has very few friends, and when she posts something on weekdays, there are few people commenting on it except for Xiao Jiu and Curly, but she doesn't care.
Her circle has always been very clean and small, and can only accommodate one or two true friends.
However, she just played around with her circle of friends and put the flowers aside.
I have to go back in the afternoon, so I have to work hard.
Mu An'an soon got to work.
I don't know, but the situation of sending flowers and lunch in the past two days has already spread from the emergency room to the affiliated hospital.
We all know that there is a super-beautiful and popular king in the emergency department, and several rich second generations in Jiangcheng have spent a lot of money to pursue him.
Under the sound of discussion, the courier brother who brought the blue enchantress was disheartened and left the hospital with flowers in his arms with a face of not knowing what to do.
All of these were sent at a high price, and they must be sent to the rightful owner.
Going back this time, how to deal with business has become a problem.
However, just as the little brother was walking out with a headache, a voice yelled from behind, "Hello, courier brother, the courier brother holding the blue enchantress in front, can you wait a moment?"
The courier boy stopped, turned around, and saw staff members in hospital uniforms running out.
She smiled and said, "Excuse me, give me the flowers."
"But you're not Mu Anan?"
"I'm Mu An'an's best friend. It was inconvenient for her to talk about her image just now, so she asked me to come over and help accept it. Just give me the flowers."
The courier brother hesitated a little, "This seems to be"
"I often collect it for her. If you don't believe me, you can ask your colleague, and he will know." She pointed to the little brother who just sent sunflowers.
The little brother nodded immediately, "Ah, yes, just give it to her."
Seeing this, the courier brother hesitated, but still sent the flowers, "Then I will trouble you."
Three o'clock in the afternoon.
Mu An'an was in a hurry, but still finished the work beautifully, got the leave from Dr. Guo Aihua, and drove directly back to Yuyuanyuan with the sunflower in his arms.
At the red light, he even sent a message to Master Qi.
Mu An'an: Don't be late at eight o'clock in the evening, Zong Zhengyu.
However, when it was finally sent, the word "Zongzheng Yu" was still deleted.
Seventh Master: Yes.
Mu Anan looked at the second reply message, satisfactorily put the phone aside, and continued driving.
The reason why Mu An'an wanted an afternoon off.
First, I wanted to go home and get ready.
Second, I want to decorate the glass room well.
After all, to make a secret public, the secret must be beautiful.
Mu Anan went to the jewelry store to buy some things by herself.??Going back to Yuyuanyuan, I didn't need any help from the servants, and I started tidying up the glass room on my own.
By the way, I also adjusted the color of a bunch of small ceramics that Xiao Jiu had made before.
It was already two hours after finishing the glass room.
At six o'clock in the evening, Mu Anan returned to the room, made a fragrant bubble bath, took a comfortable bath, and made a spa.
Wrapped in a bath towel, she spent a long time choosing in the cloakroom, and finally chose a simple white dress.
The skirt is one-shoulder, and the seat at the waist has a special design.
The waist on both sides is made of lace fabric, which can completely show the wearer's waist line.
She let her long hair down and made a small wave in her tail.
Apply makeup, eyebrows, eyeliner and eyeshadow, and lipstick in a tomato-red shade.
From choosing clothes to putting on makeup, she takes her time and takes every step very meticulously.
She stepped on stiletto heels and stood in front of a full-length mirror.
A little girly feeling has been withdrawn from the body, a little more mature and sexy.
And this kind of sexy is the most beautiful look of a 20-year-old girl.
Sexy between immature and mature.
At 20 years old, she is the most beautiful age, and she is about to go to her best date and wait for her favorite person.
Mu Anan smiled at the mirror.
only¡¡
When she is in the room, she keeps her most beautiful appearance.
But in the glass room
completely changed.
Mu Anan took advantage of the reflection of the glass and began to practice how to talk to Master Qi later.
She first stood at the seat behind the door, raised her hand solemnly, "Hello, Zong Zhengyu, my name is Mu Anan, your futuregirlfriend."
After finishing speaking, Mu Anan felt a little embarrassed again.
She immediately changed her attitude, brushed back her wavy hair, and changed her tone, "Zong Zhengyu, get to know me again, I am your future little ancestor."
As soon as she finished speaking, her expression froze immediately, "What the hell, that's so stupid."
Mu An'an had a headache and rubbed between his brows.
After staying with Xiaojiu for a long time, I will burst into foul language.
Mu Anan took a deep breath and glanced at the time on his watch.
Seven thirty minutes.
There are still thirty minutes before he returns.
Mu Anan adjusted his mood and re-drilled.
She looked into the mirror and smiled, "Qiye, welcome to my girl's secret, here, everything, is my feelings for you for eight years.
It is not the dependence, awe, or affection of the younger generation on the elders.
For eight years, I have no other feelings for you except for the unreasonable thoughts of love between men and women. "
"So, are you willing to accept everything from me?"
"My obsession, my wishful thinking, my wolfish ambition."
"Zongzhengyu, would you hold my hand?"
Mu Anan slowly raised his hand.
She stood there quietly, looking at her current appearance through the glass.
His face was a little red and he was very nervous.
It's just between the eyebrows and eyes, but I still can't hide the anticipation and excitement.
Like a bride who is married on behalf of others, sitting in the wedding room, waiting for the moment when the groom knocks on the door. (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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