As if sensing something, he looked at it leisurely while he was carefully watering the flowers and plants.
When An Zhisu was busy, she would occasionally raise her head to relax her neck. She would twist her neck left and right, and when she turned to the right, she could see her natural contentment.
This scene looked familiar, and it reminded her of her childhood. At that time, she seemed to be only five or six years old. She remembered that when her father was free, he would be like Ye Lancheng, holding a book and spending time with her quietly.
Making cheongsam with my mother.
Every time at that time, little An Zhisu would deliberately find an excuse to run out, not wanting to disturb her parents' good time alone. Sometimes she would also secretly hide outside the door to watch, and saw that her father would watch when her mother was tired.
Put down the book, give her a squeeze on the neck and a slap on the shoulder.
At that time, An Zhisu thought that her father loved her mother very much. She hoped that when she grew up, she would be as lucky as her mother and marry a man like her father who loved her as much as life.
Later, An Zhisu learned that a man's love has a shelf life. Within the shelf life, there is deep affection. Outside the shelf life, the appearance is inseparable. The father who loved her mother as much as her life in her memory never appeared again after having another woman.
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Over the years, it has been extremely difficult for An Zhisu to protect herself, so for her, love is something more luxurious than life. She doesn't dare to think about it, and she doesn't have time to think about it.
But she doesn't dare, doesn't want to, doesn't mean she doesn't desire it. She always holds hope for love. If possible, she hopes that a man can give her a love. If possible, she hopes that this man will be Ye Lancheng.
When time passes, I will grow old with you forever.
Ye Lancheng, if God favors me, I hope I still have the chance to start a pure and clean love with you without any purpose or selfish thoughts.
Nightclub.
An Zhisu followed Ye Lancheng out of the car and into the elevator. Ye Lancheng pressed the button for the eighth floor, and the elevator door closed and slowly rose. An Zhisu looked at Ye Lancheng reflected in the elevator door, and felt guilty again.
Before going out, she carefully picked out a set of clothes for Ye Lancheng. Because she knew it was a private party, she picked a set of casual clothes. It was a high-necked white sweater on top, a pair of black pants on the bottom, and a jacket on the outside.
A light brown half-length coat.
Ye Lancheng is a clothes stander and looks good in anything he wears. This suit of clothes on him adds an idol-like handsomeness to him, much like the long-legged Korean oppa.
An Zhisu looked at it again and again, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he had an excellent sense of matching clothes. Especially the turtleneck white sweater inside, it was the finishing touch. The focus was on the design of the turtleneck, which perfectly blocked him.
Conspicuous scratch marks on the neck.
Dressed like this, his friends shouldn't be able to see his "masterpiece".
bite!
The elevator stopped at the eighth floor. An Zhisu took another look at Ye Lancheng's neck, and after making sure that no scratch marks were visible, he walked out of the elevator with complete confidence.
The two walked to room No. 8888. Ye Lancheng opened the door directly and went in. An Zhisu followed him obediently. As soon as he entered, he heard a sound of excitement.
"I drew 80,000! Hahaha, I finally made a comeback. I took the money and got the money. I won three houses by myself."
An Zhisu was attracted by the excited voice. She looked towards the mahjong table next to the room. The man who touched himself just now had his back to them. The other three were two men and one woman. They were several years older than Ye Lancheng.
, their looks are all at the level of dragons and phoenixes among people.
Birds of a feather flock together and people divide into groups.
An Zhisu said that after living for twenty-five years, he finally understood the true meaning of these eight words. People who are good-looking must have good-looking friends around them. Ye Lancheng has personally proved this point.
"No more fun, the protagonist is here." The man facing them saw Ye Lancheng and An Zhisu, and raised his chin towards them to remind the other three.
The most excited person was the man who touched himself just now. He suddenly turned around, with the colorful bubbles of gossip reflected in his pair of twinkling peach blossom eyes, and jumped up with a roar.
"Brother Lancheng, is this the sister-in-law you are looking for for me?" The man jumped up to An Zhisu like a monkey, and introduced himself with blinking eyes: "Hello, sister-in-law, I am Xia Jingze, Brother Lancheng's