Hobby MTL

Chapter 13

Weakly said: "...Three times?"

    Feng Xiao raised his eyes to stare at her, and after a moment of silence, an elegant smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Tian An'an, are you bargaining with me?" "No, no, no

    , In fact, what I just said was 3Q, 3Q." She waved her hands hurriedly, fearing that he would change his mind, she hurriedly confirmed it again, and said hesitantly, "So Mr. Li Xin, won't you stay downstairs in my company every day? ?”

    He didn't speak, and An An took it as the default, she was a little happy, wiped her mouth and got up to get her phone. The former little 4S has been forced to lay off, she mourned silently for a while, then turned around and sat down on the sofa, poked open the memo on the new phone and began to record stroke by stroke.

    Orthographic is Wuhua, which is only used four times a week, so this Chinese character is excluded.

    Tian An'an scratched his head and pondered for a long time, and chose a simple and common Chinese character - day. However, she was about to write down the first stroke, but her movements stopped. After realizing the profound and profound meaning of this Chinese character, her face twitched and she passed every minute.

    Just as he was struggling with which word to choose, Feng Xiao had already entered the bathroom. A few beautiful foreign girls came in to clean up the tableware, and before going out, they smiled sweetly at Tian An'an, "I wish you a good night." "..."

    Hey, it's so wonderful.

    The sound of water came from the bathroom, and she sat on the sofa feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles, feeling that every second was a delay to her spirit. Touching her chin and thinking for a while, a gleam flashed across her eyes, she poked open the webpage and began to browse carefully.

    When she was young, the bathroom door opened, An An raised her eyes, and saw Feng Xiao walking out with her upper body bare. There are water droplets on the wheat-colored tough texture, and the black hair is still a little wet, clinging to the handsome and stern face, there are hairs hanging down in front of the black eyes, and the outline is inexplicably softer.

    ... Inexplicably, I feel so youthful.

    A weird idea popped into An An's mind, but it was fleeting, and the next moment her eyes sparkled, and she trotted towards him with her thin legs.

    He stared at her coldly, feeling that the girl tonight was a bit unusual. For example, she would take the initiative to walk towards him, and instead of the usual fear and panic in her eyes, there was a strange and bright look in her eyes.

    It looks fresh and lively.

    Tian Anan took a few steps towards him with the phone in his hand, leaned forward, moved his petite body closer to the man, raised his right hand to cover his mouth slightly, and said earnestly, "Mr. It’s such a pity to be on this tree with a crooked neck, the forest is vast, you should take a longer view.”

    As she spoke, she raised her eyebrows and gave him a small look, and handed the phone over as if offering a treasure, and patted On the edge of the metal, I said mysteriously: "I have saved all kinds of pictures of beauties for you. European, American, Asian, even Southeast Asian and Indian. There are idol stars, spanning three generations of old, middle-aged and young, plump, skinny, temperamental, and coquettish, you can find everything."

    Feng Xiao glanced at her lightly, took the phone and looked through a few pages, then threw it aside casually.

    "..." An An looked at his expression, and stammered: "I don't like it? Isn't it!"