It seems that the few times I saw her, her clothes were all pure colors, either bright red, pure white, or mysterious black.
And they are all slim-fitting, with a figure that makes people breathe fire. At this time, Qu Ruichen is also very fire-breathing.
He remembered her from that meeting three years ago, but she loved to wear princess-style lady skirts.
Dongfang Yu knew that he was leaving today, but she didn't know that he would leave now. They met by chance, but there was little chance that she would be confused.
She just looked at him, then stepped into the hotel.
"Dongfang Yu." Qu Ruichen turned around and called her back.
Dongfang Yu stopped and looked back at him.
"You..." Qu Ruichen couldn't ask the question he originally wanted to ask when faced with her indifferent eyes.
I just casually changed the question, "Do you still like the flowers?"
"Not bad." She replied calmly.
"That's good." After saying that, he got into the car and said to the driver, "Drive."
Reike looked at Dongfang Yu's hand hanging down and clenched it into a fist, remaining silent.
What does he mean? What exactly does he mean? Send her flowers, but don't come to ask her out.
When he left, he stopped her. He wanted to say something but didn’t say anything. Why did he tease her?
Dongfang Yu had the urge to vomit blood, and then left with depressed steps. She would not pursue him again anyway.
There are small ones anyway, so what’s the point of big ones, huh.
"Are you interested in getting married?" A straightforward and irritating message was displayed on the phone. Dongfang Yu's first reaction when he saw it was to get angry, and then he replied with one word, "Get out."
Qu Ruichen, who was still heading to the airport, saw the word "Fuck" on her phone. He raised his lips and playfully replied with three words, "Fuck the bed?"
Dongfang Yu stared at the screen of his mobile phone and burst into tears when he saw these three words.
Do you think he also has a sense of humor? Good, although she feels that these three words are more lacking.
I wanted to reply, but I didn't know what to reply. It took me a long time before I typed three words, "No sex."
Qu Ruichen was her calamity, and she thought she had successfully overcome it three years ago.
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U.K.
In a land full of Westerners, the yellow race is actually quite conspicuous, especially the good-looking Easterners.
The Orientals referred to here refer to them in general, that is, both adults and children.
Moreover, when an Oriental looks at an Oriental, it is easier to see them in a crowd full of people of different races.
For example now...
On a certain street, in the kitchen window of a certain luxury store, a beautiful little boy with black hair, yellow skin, and black eyes looked at the things in the kitchen window very seriously.
"Husband, this kid... this kid..." Mrs. Qu walked into the luxury store and stopped when she saw the black-haired little boy.
He glanced at the little boy curiously, and then he was so surprised that he couldn't speak.
Mr. Qu looked at the little boy and was also surprised, "It looks like Ruichen was a child."
Seeing someone looking at him and speaking in Chinese, the little boy just smiled politely at them.
"Oh my god, they are all printed from the same mold." Mrs. Qu exclaimed in surprise, "Kid, where are your parents?"
The little boy raised his eyebrows. He was so mature that he didn't look like a child over two years old. "They don't want me anymore."