It's just, one eye.
After a glance, he withdrew his eyes.
It's like, I didn't recognize him at all.
However, after taking back his eyes, he turned his head a few times.
In the end, I sat with my head down and said nothing.
Junlai licked his lips, looked at Ling Luoyu, motioned to his side, and asked in his eyes, "what's going on?"?
Why didn't he hear that Yan ziyue would be here?
Ling Luoyu shrugged innocently: who knows!
How can Yan Family people appear in Mohism.
What's more, you're still here in moyou!?
However, looking at her appearance, it seems that and Mo you are not strange.
Mo you got up slowly and his eyes moved: "you Do you know all of them? "
Inside, it seems like a story.
"Yan ziyue, the first lady of Yan family, we have met..."
Ling Luoyu walks to Yan ziyue with a smile and sits down opposite her.
"A few days ago, we were still at Yan's house and had a discussion on the choice of certain things..."
Her smile slowly sank, quietly looked at the wind into the forest and Ding temple.
"This is..."
What's going on?
Yan ziyue's state is a bit wrong.
She seems to have little reaction to her appearance,
is not welcome and does not repel.
It seems to be no different from facing a stranger.
Ding Temple shakes his head, eyes helpless.
Feng Chenglin pointed to his head and spread out his hands.
Look at this meaning, it is also very muddled.
Mo you breathed: "she She was picked up by me the other day... "
Ling Luoyu:
Picked it up?
And pick up the beauty!?
What's more, she is a beauty with such a special identity.
You're really good at picking it up.
"A few days ago, when I went out, I saw the girl herself. It seemed that she was lost. I asked her who she was. She couldn't tell her name clearly. I saw the style of her clothes, which didn't belong to Mohist school, so I brought her back first and asked people to inquire about it. But before the inquirer came back, I met a certain emissary..."
Mo you is a little embarrassed. She looks at Yan ziyue: "she She is really the Yan Family's Miss
"Yes, you won the lottery, the first prize..." Feng Chenglin laughs and turns to Junlai: "you are the big head color in China!"
This guy, it's estimated that he hasn't been an expert for a long time.
Now, as soon as I came out, I met the injustice in the love field before.
But for him, Yan ziyue would not have been like this.
Junlai's eyes are very complicated, with self blame, sadness, intolerance and despair
No matter what happened between them, it's the past tense.
A past tense that can't be changed and mistakes have been made.
Even if he regrets now, he can't change what has happened.
These things were only recalled in his mind in the past.
Sometimes clear, sometimes fuzzy.
However, all that, when I saw Yan ziyue, suddenly became clear.
The past, which had been deliberately forgotten by him, suddenly appeared in his mind.
Unfortunately, the woman in front of her is destined to be the wrong guest.
Fingertips pumping, clenching, Junlai seems to have plucked up courage, before leaving first Yan ziyue.
"Miss Yan..."
Yan ziyue stood up in a panic, her hands twisted around her lapel and looked at him in a slightly flustered way.
At the same time, seems to be subconscious, move to the side of Mo you.
But I didn't say anything.
Junlai's steps suddenly stopped: "she..."
"She doesn't know you."
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