Chapter 510

Second, the rain romantic confession, drenched in the rain, make a wet dada, in the end where romantic, boring;

The third is to watch the moon and the stars to express themselves. Well, it's a bit embarrassing to watch the stars and the moon;

The fourth, love letter, can't write those sour poems.

The fifth is jealous quarrel. It seems that she has never been jealous before. What's the feeling of being jealous? Why do you quarrel after being jealous? When you quarrel, you will blurt out. It's hard to understand.

Sixth

"Xiao Zi, why do you ask me how to express myself?" Su Jiujiu's ears stood up, his face was serious, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Because I'm going to tell Mo Yan."

Ziqianmo is outspoken.

Su Jiujiu:! "

finished.

finished.

His royal highness, the demon king is really trapped. Come on, really, he has to take the initiative to express his true feelings to a human man. The cliff has moved his true feelings.

"I always feel that he and I are missing something now."

Ziqianmo seriously thought for a while, and then said, "after the confession, it should be complete."

It's intuition.

Su Jiujiu is a little tangled.

On the one hand, I don't want Xiao Zi to be with a human being; On the other hand, I hope Xiao Zi is happy.

"Step by step."

In the end, Su Jiujiu gave a suggestion: "it doesn't have to be done in one step to express this thing. Start with suggestion, then make it clear. "

The light colored glazed eyes of the purple fields twinkled: "I see."

Then, send flowers first.

Wait a few days for the flowers, and then think about the next step.

"Thank you, little nine nine."

"Be polite to me." Su Jiujiu waved his hand, but he sighed in his heart, thinking that the good cabbage was arched by the pig.

Ziqianmo has a rest.

In fact, just lying in bed, eyes open did not fall asleep, the brain is full of thinking about how to unconsciously send bell orchids.

incorrect!

Another big problem!

This is the RI Lun Pavilion of Xuanwu college, not the Mo Chen Pavilion at home. There is no bell orchid at all!

Ziqianmo began to worry again.

What should I do?

Do you want to send a letter to qianjue's younger sister, asking her to pick some lilies of the valley from home and help her send them to the college?

After thinking about it, I think it's safe to send letters.

Or, after daybreak tomorrow, go to Xuanwu Street to see if there is a florist and if there is a lily of the valley in the florist.

This night.

In a daze, ziqianmo had a dream.

In my dream, I have a person who looks like me, but she is warm and soft. She loves to laugh and play with flowers and plants. She also planted some lilies.

In my dream, I took the lily of the valley and put it in a vase.

It's fragrant.

"Young master, do you think this flower is very beautiful?"

After the vase is set.

She smiles at the man reading in a wheelchair.

The man's black hair is like a waterfall, his appearance is like a God, and his temperament is indifferent and noble. He didn't look up, as if he didn't hear her at all, like a big piece of ice.

The dream of his own, immediately carefully up, dare not speak again, lest disturb him.

Quietly back to one side.

This man, she likes it very much.

She has been taking good care of him.

She was very close to him, but also very far away.

I don't know how long it took, so long that she thought she was going to become a stone statue.

"A thousand miles." She heard him call her.

"Young master?"

"This flower is not bad." The man closed the book in his hand and looked at the lily of the valley in the vase, "like you."