Chapter 348 Crisis of Folding Sleeves (1/3)
Great opportunity? What's the chance
Gu Tingyu didn’t know, but Mo Yazi obviously didn’t plan to say it now. He sold a good deal, and after speaking, he kept silent, and continued to stare at the croissant on the dining table in a daze. Can't plug in.
"Ugh."
Sighing, I think about it here freely.
Mo Yazi stretched out his hand, somehow he grabbed a croissant, his eyes were a little unbelievable, would this kind of thing really taste good
Even though she thought about it, she took a tentative bite. The milky smell was overflowing, and the expression on her face gradually eased. It's no wonder she likes butter cake so much. The taste is OK, not as unbearable as expected. The whole croissant seemed to have the faint traces of her past, and she smiled all over her mind.
"Little Taoist Tingyu, what are these croissants, can I take them away?" Mo Yazi ate the croissant in his hand, even licking his fingers, and then asked, pointing to the croissant on the table. .
"Please, please."
"Thank you." Mo Yazi, holding the croissant, seemed to have the world. He was easily satisfied. With a soothing smile on his face, he eagerly found a room to enjoy the horns that belonged to him alone. package. He wanted to trace her past from the smell of the croissant and sniff her.
In fact, Gu Tingyu really wants to remind Mo Yazi that Miss Loli likes all butter cakes, but she hates croissants, so now Gu Tingyu is very worried that Mo Yazi will go the wrong way.
I don’t know how many cream cakes and varieties are placed in the fresh-keeping cabinet in the restaurant. They are all selected by you. Why did you choose such one? How big is it
Mo Yazi had just walked on his front foot, and a familiar but undesirable face appeared at the door of Luoxue Cottage on his back foot.
Facial paralyzed and bells, she held a letter in her hand, glanced at Gu Tingyu, and threw the letter casually, rushing towards Gu Tingyu as if breaking through the sky, like a dart thrown by a ninja with a knowing blow.
Before Gu Tingyu came to see what was on the envelope, it was Zhang Ruoxue who appeared again.
Zhang Ruoxue still comes to Luoxue Caotang every three or two days to practice the movements that Gu Tingyu taught her, although she feels very tired every time.
But after being tired, he was very awake.
"That person just now is your friend?" Zhang Ruoxue asked curiously, looking at the back of the man with facial paralysis.
"Friends, don't count, just know them."
"Oh."
Zhang Ruoxue seemed to have not heard Gu Tingyu's voice, looking at the direction of the bell going away with a paralyzed face, her eyes were a little strange.
"Wait, do you like him in your eyes?" Gu Tingyu asked in surprise.
Zhang Ruoxue's face turned red with a sigh, and it was obvious that there was a heart that had already waved in the spring breeze and was almost out of control.
"No, no."
"Wow, it's true. You actually like that facial paralysis." Gu Tingyu felt a little unbelievable. Is the facial paralysis really that handsome
"No, I don't like it, but he saved me before." Zhang Ruoxue lowered her head and replied softly with a reddish cheek.
Saved you
Mom sells batches, isn't Lao Tzu saved your life
Could it be that Lao Tzu saved your life than the nasty man with facial paralysis
Obviously, Zhang Ruoxue did not mean this. For her, she knew she was no longer worthy of Gu Tingyu. The two of them were like people from two worlds. Although their attitude towards Gu Tingyu has changed, the gap between the two is too great. far.
Gu Tingyu has climbed to the top of the mountain and is the one who creates all miracles, but she is still looking at the vast world of self-righteousness in the bottom of the well at the foot of the mountain.
"Forget it, I can't care about the aesthetic problems of you people. A facial palsy feels handsome?" Gu Tingyu waved his hand, holding the bell in his hand to throw the letter to him, and walked to the pavilion, which was placed on the stone table. With a pot of tea, the fragrance of tea overflows.
Zhang Ruoxue kept looking until there was nothing at the corner of the street, and then reluctantly returned to the garden and did the actions that Gu Tingyu gave her.
Zhang Ruoxue is already very proficient in these movements, and there is aura in her body, so the question is whether to continue to teach her the follow-up movements. In the case of Qianjin Poison Body, if it continues, it is very likely that Zhang Ruoxue will participate. Enlightenment of the Great Way, it may be successful in building a foundation.
"People who have problems with this kind of aesthetic point of view still need to be considered."
Sometimes Gu Tingyu is such a person who likes to care about needles and needles. He obviously has nothing to do, but he is just one person.
Straightforward.
It's a pity that if only one of them knew that the bell for facial paralysis was a woman, it would be perfect.
A jealous man, a woman in love.
Sad, sad Yo.
Sitting in the pavilion, Gu Tingyu opened the letter thrown by the bell. Inside, there was a piece of letter paper with a little fragrance. After pulling out the letter paper, it was a beautiful and good word.
This letter should have been written by Zhexiu. No matter the tone or whatever, others could not imitate it. Looking at this letter, it was as if Zhexiu was really in front of Gu Tingyu.
Of course, there is nothing critical about the letter. It just talked about why I would leave without saying goodbye. The rest of the word "Xiaoyuyu" occupies a lot of space.
Turning over the other page of the letter, what caught my eye were a few bold and unrestrained characters, how ugly and ugly the handwriting was. For a moment, Gu Tingyu felt that he closed his eyes and wrote a ten-meter-long brush with his toe. The handwriting is better than the handwriting on the back of this letter.
It's not a question of looking good or not, but it's ugliness, stubbornness, response, and nausea.
"Zhen Xiu's life is not long, see or not see you."
It's ugly, but these twelve words are utterly conspicuous, and it will not be long before you have lost your life. Seeing or not seeing you
What does this mean, what is this guy talking about.
Gu Tingyu's gaze was solemn, as if he thought of why Folding Sleeve would leave without saying goodbye, thinking about why Folding Sleeve saw himself with heavy make-up on his face, and the smell of perfume on his body made people feel a little headache.
The heavy makeup may be to cover up the pale skin, and the strong perfume may be to cover the smell of medicine.
Is there any unspeakable danger in folding sleeves
Gu Tingyu didn't dare to think too much. With one shot, three steps in two steps, he rushed out of the door, rushing to the street where the bells of the facial paralysis had disappeared.
At the corner of the street, the bell leaned against a wall and did not leave.
"You still have a conscience."
"What's wrong with folding sleeves?" Gu Tingyu asked sternly.
"Do you really care about her?"
"Of course, what happened to the folded sleeve."
"Since you want to know, it's better to go back with me. What I saw with my own eyes is worse than what I told you." After Bell said, he turned and walked away, "You can come or not."
(End of this chapter)