Tape in the chest. Intersection, Qiao Zhen Zhen but didn't immediately take back.

She raised her eyes to see xuanyuanchen, pretending to be calm: "ah Chen, do you have a girlfriend?"

For men and women, a hint of one problem is enough.

Qiao Zhen Zhen quietly waiting for the answer, however, the man in front of did not speak.

He looked at her with calm eyes, and her expressionless appearance made her feel guilty.

Can already walk to this step, Qiao Zhen Zhen also won't recognize counsels.

She simply gave up: "just want to explore their own way, see if there is a chance."

Xuanyuanchen is still with just that kind of eyes to see her, the bottom of the eyes without a trace of desire: "why?"

"Because you meet all my aesthetic standards." Qiao Zhen Zhen will be ready for the answer to say.

But I think, in addition to this, because I am with you, I am the little aunt of the scum man!

When chatting online, I heard slag man say that his little uncle started a company, and he also had background in the entertainment industry. It was a matter of minutes who he wanted to be popular with.

Want to use my little uncle to make that 18 line star popular?

Ha ha, no way!

My aunt doesn't agree!

Qiao Zhen Zhen thinks of here, the lip Cape overflows a smile.

Xuanyuanchen looked at the girl's smile in front of him, always feeling chilly behind him.

He said quietly, "have you measured it?"

"Not yet." Qiao Zhen Zhen reaction comes over: "still have shoulder width, leg length to wait a moment!"

She took out her cell phone and began to record the data.

I'm relieved that xuanyuanchen doesn't understand fashion design.

In fact, where is the amount of sportswear? A height and weight, almost enough.

In the heart happy Zizi, Qiao Zhenzhen will all the data measurement, she received the mobile phone, inch: "ah Chen, then I can chase you?"

Xuanyuanchen looked at her familiar face, noncommittal.

"Three, two, one, cut off!" Qiao Zhen fundus is light: "thank you for your promise, I will cherish this opportunity!"

After that, she put away the tape measure and left happily.

Xuanyuanchen returned to his seat and opened a picture sent by a friend.

In the photo, it's Qiao Zhenzhen's face, but there is a shallow scar on the girl's forehead.

A friend sent a message and asked, "how's it going? Do you like the sister of Qiao family? Although I'm in good health now, God knows in the future... "

Xuanyuanchen is back to a friend, a Zhang two don't know the words: "her forehead scar is gone."

Yes, no, people have changed. How can there be more?

Xuanyuanchen leaned on the back of his chair, and a smile floated from his eyes.

……

From the next day, xuanyuanchen received things every day.

Love Bento, fresh juice, homemade desserts, and even received a scarf.

He even began to be in a trance, feeling like he was back in school.

Today, I brought a ceramic cup, which xuanyuanchen put on his desk.

Just in time, the afternoon customer changed the appointment time because of something temporary. Xuanyuanchen's time was free. He took a look at the cup on the table and went downstairs directly.

Downstairs, Qiao Zhenzhen's car just started.

Xuanyuanchen was seen in the rearview mirror, and she quickly stopped.

When she opened the door, she ran to him in three or two steps, laughing happily: "did you come to me specially?"

Xuanyuanchen just asked, "when did you learn ceramic art?"

She sent him as like as two peas.

"I --" Qiao Zhenzhen shakes his head: "I used to be in poor health, so I have a bad memory. I can't remember many things clearly."