C380 Neuron Thick

Ann Qianxi actually understood quite well about softness. Although she seemed to have strong nerves, she definitely had a weak side to her. It was just that that side was not easy to be revealed.

She was also a girl. She also treated her favorite boy as a treasure. For a guy like Ye Yuni who a girl didn't care about, this was most likely everything to Rou Rou.

In the morning, in order to calm her depressed mood, Ann Qianxi invited Ye Jingrui out for a walk. The good thing about going out with Young Master Ye was that you could sit in his sports car and receive the jealous gaze of the girl carrying a shopping bag from the department store.

Their love for a young master like Ye Jingrui was boiling hot like lava. To the woman beside this young master, their love was boiling hot like lava as well, but it wasn't love, it was love that could burn people to death.

If you go out with Ye Jingrui, you don't have to worry about your wallet. He will be generous enough to buy you a dress you like and share a few of the "little secrets of a boy" that most guys don't share with you.

He would explain the thoughts of a very vulgar boy in a fresh and refined manner, and the so-called "get out of the mud and don't stain" grip was very appropriate.

Chairman Mao had said that it was impossible to know oneself and know one's enemy in a hundred battles. If one wanted to understand the other, then they had to understand him in depth. The best way was to have a best friend, like Ye Jingrui, who was worthy of being called the best candidate.

The second benefit of going out with Ye Jingrui was that he could help you block everything: When the employees saw Ye Jingrui's face as a VIPP, they wouldn't say, "Please don't bring other drinks into the store."

When you go to Starbucks yourself, the clerks come over and tell you, "Please don't bring any other drinks into the store." At this point in time, although you really want to spit on the faces of these shops, you still have to pretend to be polite and smile.

Sometimes, Ann Qianxi wanted Ye Yuni and the others to appear here. Not only did they have drinks from other stores, they also wanted to know what the employees' expressions would be if she wore a large flowery dress, stepped on a cold mop, and brought a bowl of Ma La [1] over.

Or maybe Chi Shaojun was sitting bare-chested on a Starbucks stool and belching. The employees of this group must have been very pleased with their expressions.

Ann Qianxi's heart sank again when she thought of Chi Shaojun.

As she got out of the car and sat on the steps of the Turnpike Square, Ann Qianxi looked at the crowds of girls, bundles and bags of shopping bags, coming out of the revolving door, and she thought, This is one walking check after another, and they might be able to cash this youth with a rich man or exchange it with an old and rich man for gold.

The song is so good ah, a woman's unique innocence will be left to your true love, but the truth? It was left to countless men.

The music fountain behind them was making a crashing sound. Many beautiful white pigeons were flying in circles in the sky. Ann Qianxi raised her head and looked at the white pigeons flying in the sky, then looked at the sanitation workers standing on the street a dozen or so miles away, wearing the Emancipatory Rainboots, and the proud and pretty Ye Jingrui, the owner of the proud car next to her.

Was this the city she had lived in for ten years? The land was filled with the Tampa Square, the New World High Shop, the Sunrise Impression Tower, and the 160,000 square meters of People's Square, a land the people of the city could enjoy, whether you were a high-class aristocrat in designer heels or a worker in liberated work boots.

The bipolarity of wealth often bombed the limits of the recognition of matter.

Of course, you too, like the rich, sit on this bench for a while, fall in love, flip through the Japanese picture books like an art student, with the constipated look on the faces of many literary girls, and say, "Youth, dreams," to express your grief with the pretence of a young woman.

Or those who earned six thousand a month could feed the pigeons in the square with a wave of their hand, like those who earned sixty million a year.

False, frothy dreams.

It was as if Wang Feng was standing on the stage, with a face as hypocritical and ridiculous as saying that he was half a mountain of music.

Similarly, Zhu Zhu was sitting on a bench in another square, feeding pigeons. Opposite her, Wei Nan was standing in the sunlight. The air was filled with the scent of male hormones.

Zhu Zhu was fascinated by him.

Wei Nan stood there awkwardly and said, "Zhu Zhu, I know I'm nothing compared to the guy chasing you. I'm not handsome, I don't have money, and I'm not smart enough, but I want to tell you, I love you more than any guy."

Wei Nan's eyes were boiling hot like the marble floor in summer. He was giving off hot steam and was hot to the touch.

Zhu Zhu was about to fall.

Wei Nan licked his dry lips. He took out a bottle of beverage from his bag. This bottle of beverage had been advertised online. "Him" was blue, while "her" was pink.

Straight male students like Wei Nan didn't understand the difference between being moved by a girl and being annoyed by a lady, so when Zhu Zhu was moved to remain silent, he thought it was to ease the awkwardness by taking out the drinks he had prepared beforehand. (Of course, this method could also be said …) very poor.)

He handed Zhu Zhu the pink one and said, blushing, "Are you thirsty?" Zhu Zhu actually didn't want to drink it, but looking at his silly look, she nodded her head cutely.

Wei Nan helped her open the bottle of drinks. Zhu Zhu raised her snow-white swan neck with her cherry lips, carefully drinking the couple's drink that he gave to "her". The wind blew her soft black hair, causing Wei Nan's heart to stop beating as he looked at Zhu Zhu's side face.

Zhu Zhu finished one bottle and pointed at Wei Nan's bottle. Her pink lips that had the smell of peach pudding, she said to Wei Nan who was filled with hormones, "Your bottle looks like mine, is it a couple drink?"

"Yeah," Wei Nan scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. His face was very red, "This … This has all been discovered. "

Zhu Zhu slowly walked over with her charming eyes. "Very good. I also want to continue drinking this kind of beverage in the future."

Wei Nan was stunned for a moment, then smiled foolishly after reacting, "Alright, alright, I, I'll buy it for you in the future."

At this moment, he could tell that Wei Nan was really trapped inside.

Zhu Zhu couldn't suppress the impulse in her heart. She turned her head and pressed her lips against Wei Nan's.

Wei Nan and Zhu Zhu kissed for the first time.

At this moment, Ann Qianxi was being dragged around the shopping mall by the young master of the Ye family. She was like a model who was on the move, shopping in the shopping mall.

Due to his exotic appearance, most of the girls thought he was a foreigner. Plus, every time he walked on the street, it would feel like he was walking on the background music of Louis Vuitton.

Just a pair of high-heeled shoes and he'd be up in the sky like a ballet.