Han Yunting saw such a scene in the room, no matter how much hesitation he had before, at this moment, his heart was shocked.
Even for a moment, if he didn't meet Leng Shutong, he may never know that there is someone who loves him like this in some corner of the world.
It's about how much you love to put his huge poster within sight.
That poster is a picture he took at Milan fashion week.
He was dressed in a suit with proper cut, and his ink coat was embroidered with the words of van on his chest. He was elegant with a bow tie on his collar, and there were two eye-catching silver chains beside the legs of his glasses.
On the runway, standing in the center, he raised his arm slightly, as if enjoying the honor of being the opening brand of fashion week.
On the poster, the dazzling light hits down from the top of the head. He is a handsome gentleman with unique charm.
The living room of the apartment is also the only color here.
Han Yunting stood in front of his photo for a long time, and his great emotion swept like a flood.
At this time, Leng Shutong bit the corner of his mouth, shyly pulled his arm, "don't look, I'm sorry..."
Even if the relationship has been established, but the secret is found, cold Shutong inevitably embarrassed.
Han Yunting difficultly moved his eyes away from the poster, and his eyes fell back to Leng Shutong.
The girl in front of her is petite and lovely. She is clearly the top wedding dress designer in the design field. However, in front of her, she converges all her strength, washes all her splendor, and shows her true attitude to him.
Han Yunting has always thought that no matter how strong the emotion is, he will not feel the same.
However, Leng Shutong brought him palpitation, unprecedented profound.
Han Yunting suddenly felt that it was very simple to fall in love with someone!
Even a few words of embellishment do not need, just a look, a hug, it is enough to make people palpitating.
He took a shallow breath for a moment and came forward in silence, embracing Leng Shutong in his arms.
For the first time, their embracing posture was controlled by Han Yunting.
Including the strength to hold her tightly, they all showed resolute firmness.
Leng Shutong quietly leaned on his chest and listened. Han Yunting's heart beat quickly!
She looked up and saw that his thin lips were tight, as if he was suppressing some emotions.
Cold Shu Tong in the heart have no bottom, clear clear throat, probe a way: "what do you think?"? Why don't you talk? "
Han Yunting raised his hand and stroked the back of her head, again and again, until her hair tangled around his fingertips, then he whispered in a dumb voice, "come back to Licheng with me in two days."
Hearing this, Leng Shutong said with a smile: "good!"
She didn't know what Han Yunting was thinking, but she was willing to listen to what he said.
After a while, Han Yunting let her go, bent his head attentively and gently, hugged her and gradually gave her a deep kiss.
He's very active and even hard-working.
Leng Shutong did his best to respond to him.
A few minutes later, they held each other breathlessly. Leng Shutong's half face was buried in his neck, and his eyes were full of Qinghui.
"Is there anything to take? I'll clean up with you! "
When Han Yunting sorted out her mood and let her go, he began to look around the whole apartment.
The pattern of two rooms and one hall, very common decoration style, not even luxury.
Leng Shutong heard the sound and looked at the second bedroom not far away. She pursed the corners of her mouth, put her hands behind her, and said: "then you wait for me here, I'll clean up... Ah, Han Yunting, you wait, don't go in!"