Chapter 1070： The abandoned wife of the Republic of China (98)

Chapter 1070 The Martyrs of the Republic of China (98)

She can only swallow and scream.

"Of course I will not dislike you, I..."

Fu Beizhe is cold and sour, saying: "If Li Xinghe is about you, I guess you will go. You can go to the tea party together, go to the theater, go to poetry and song, life philosophy..."

Bai Weiwei finally couldn't help it. "Can I blow the head of this turtle grandson?"

System: "Although I am very supportive of you, unfortunately not."

Bai Weiwei: "The man who is doing this makes me feel like a murder."

The system moved: "You finally know that every time I see you do not stop, the feeling is the same as the little white flowers, I feel."

Bai Weiwei: "..."

She is not for the sake of her livelihood, for the sake of good feelings, for this broken system house.

Otherwise, what does she pretend to do?

Is she so emotional?

... Thinking carefully, she seems to have a little bit.

After all, what is the battered white flower, she is very embarrassing to dress up.

Who makes the white flowers feel good?

You look at this plane, not a small white flower, but the man is a substitute for the prince.

And the good feeling is also slow into a snail.

Bai Weiwei deeply pondered, is her little white flower route correct?

So many Raiders goals like white flowers.

The man is really awkward, and he likes the little princess.

Fu Beizhe reached out and grabbed Bai Weiwei's chin. "You have given me a distraction. Who are you thinking about?"

Li Xinghe?

Bai Weiwei waved and opened his hand. "I miss you, who else can you think?"

This is a foul.

Fu Beizhe’s heart is jumping, there is no love experience, and the first love will be the same as a fool.

He was so supportive that his face was still gloomy.

Fu Beizhe licked his lips. "Then we... we go shopping."

I finally got back.

Bai Weiwei was alert and looked at him. He would not agree to go out. He had to cycle again. You don't care about my wounds.

"Ok."

She promised to be on thin ice.

Fu Beizhe raised his mouth and smiled, reaching out and "holding my hand."

Bai Weiwei silently held his hand.

"We look at the couple at first glance, this position is very good."

Fu Beizhe said with a smile.

Bai Weiwei: There is nothing to say.

The system secretly stuffed snacks and couldn’t help but say vaguely, "It’s more like a father carrying a kindergarten daughter."

Not that it says that the height of the two of them is a little different.

Fu Beizhe is too high, but Bai Weiwei is the petite and exquisite of the Jiangnan woman.

Think about the tall and strong bear man in the north, and the little woman with the delicate flowers of the south will know.

Bai Weiwei suddenly felt that the system house should be bought.

Otherwise, it will not marry later, not for the rest of her life?

I thought she was white and her teeth were gone.

This sect is still talking about the wind.

She felt that the future was dark.

Fu Beizhe took Bai Weiwei to go to the most famous tailor shop here to customize clothes.

She followed him this time, and the clothes didn't bring enough.

Books are a lot of things.

The winter in the south is damp and cold, and you can fall sick if you accidentally.

Fu Beizhe did not want Bai Weiwei to drag the body because of the coldness.

The tailor carefully measured the size of Bai Weiwei. Fu Beizhe sat in a chair with a cigarette in his hand and looked at her softly.

It is like the most precious baby in his arms.

I feel good when I look at it, I feel beautiful, I can’t hold it.

If a man likes a woman, he doesn't need words, just a look can be seen.

Tibetans can't hide that affection.

Bai Weiwei said something to the master who specialized in cutting clothes, and looked up at random.

However, he saw Fu Beizhe leaning on the chair, and the sunlight outside the window fell on him.

For a time, she glanced.

I feel that this scene is very familiar.

She thought about it, but inexplicably remembered, Ye Yuxuan also took her to tailor tailoring clothes.

It is an engagement dress.

At that time, Ye Yuxuan’s eyes were like this man.

So soft and feel a sense of calm.

The last one, good night.

(End of this chapter)