THE FUNERAL SYSTEM BIG BROTHER HE GREW CROOKED BEHIND MY BACK - Chapter 59
White Hyacinth.
The flower language is silent love, secret love and low-key love.
Remember last month when I ran into Ruan Yuan’s brother, she said, “My brother will mention you to me from time to time, praising you for your excellent character and beautiful heart.”
Will mention from time to time? ……
So, does that mean that he actually has a good feeling about himself, just not used to express it?
The same mug and duck tongue cap, and now without hesitation forwarded the signed photo with white hyacinths clipped to it.
Even if this last thing is from his brother, but also through his hands, and the language of hyacinths should also be quite widely known, as long as he is a little bit of attention ……
Should, is on the heart a little bit of it.
Ye Gardenia actually also does not know how he had attention to Ruan Yuan.
Mostly because, he is a too special existence in the class.
The appearance is outstanding to impeccable, but the temperament is cold and clear to the bone and even is misanthropic.
Even if the last final exam was smashed into that, it still looks like it doesn’t care about itself and only lives in its own world.
It is really mysterious.
Enough to attract all the good, or extreme character of the person.
As she, such as Lu Qiqian.
With the little girl’s joy and longing to leave, the breeze just ruffles the soft long hair of Ye Gardenia black walnut color, drops in her shoulder nest years.
The woods quiet a few, the bird climbs over the flocculent white sky a corner.
“student era crush really simple -” abruptly a woman from the other side of the shrubs after walking out, melon red chiffon drawstring clothes collected narrow waist, long slender finger end pinch a fine smoke curl, red petals cold slanting raised, “to stupid. However, the original time yi there is such a good-looking brother, will also play a small change of face, a little interesting.”
Ruan Yuan ready to walk up the mountain, just to the foot of the mountain saw a propaganda newspaper on the ground.
He almost swept by, but stopped when he saw the woman’s face inside.
It was the person on the autographed photo just now.
Toki’s current employer.
If he was correct, this woman’s name was Bai Shu.
With a bend of the waist, he ghostly picked up this poster.
The pavilion is in the shade, subconsciously want to tear it up.
It is always necessary to destroy something small once in a while, such as a small sheep doll, such as this poster, to find a little fun.
After all, there are not so many people who would think to harm themselves, really poor and boring.
“Little brother, so openly trying to tear up this single propaganda newspaper, how much do you hate her.”
He looked sideways and found a good-looking woman he didn’t know.
The melon red chiffon short shirt hanging shrink drawstring, with black pencil pants underneath, revealing delicate and smooth skin.
The waist is thin and the legs are even thinner.
All are surplus to hold.
Generally thin as such, are conducive to the camera.
Identity: actor possibility is greater than ninety percent.
“Why don’t you say anything?”
The woman smiled, the longer distance between the eyebrows from a sense of cold and advanced, but the upturned part of the eye makeup and show some charm, the tone of voice soft to see that the persona is not trying to be the flower of the high mountain, but rather hope that some of the people.
Overall, the temperament is so mixed that it can give people a sense of novelty.
“Who are you?” Ruan Yuan finally answered after sizing up.
“Don’t know me?” The woman’s brow bones bowed and her eyes became more excited, “Then do you know the person in that publicity photo?”
“Bai Shu, an actress.”
“What actress, do you know exactly?”
He threw away the publicity photo: “Are you a police officer on the Pacific Ocean?”
The woman frowned slightly, the first time she felt that a junior high school student was too barbed, and thanks to him born so cute: “I know who you are, Shiyi’s brother, right?”
Ruan Yuan was about to pull his leg to leave the movement of a slow: “So?”
“So do you want to come with me?” The woman smiled faintly, “My name is Zhou Qing Yun, is today to take the outside of the play’s female number one, and Bai Shu, is the female number three.”
License plate number BX8760.
It is the most spacious black business car parked in the block line of the crew.
The first thing Zhou Qing Yun got into the car, took out a pack of cigarettes from the central armrest box.
It was a black cigarette box, the uppermost side branded with a red circle, inside a small devil’s LOGO.
Pick up the box lid, she lay back to the soft car seat from which a thin cigarette lit, to the half-open car window knocked: “The smell of smoke is fragrant, you should not be choked.”
He looked at her quietly: “Have something to say.”
The creamy scent and similar aromatherapy smell gradually dense in the car.
Zhou Qing Yun mused: “You hate your brother, right?”