A bright smiling face appeared behind Orange for a moment, and he turned around holding Little Orange in his arms. The man in front of him was a man that Orange had never seen before, but the person in front of Orange should be a very nice man. Although the man did not have a handsome and unrestrained temperament, the charm of literature trickled around him. The little orange in his hand moved a few times uncomfortably, "Your puppy seems to be very uncomfortable." "Huh?" Knowing that he was distracted, the heat burned all over his ears for a while, and he shyly used his hat Covering her blushing cheeks.
Orange is like a girl in a boudoir who is infatuated with nympho, she lowers her head, but she still remembers the warm face she saw just now in her heart.
Warm under the golden sunshine, with the rich floral fragrance in the garden, it will make the careless people drunk. The silky little oranges all over the body are still poisoned by the fragrance of flowers, and the small black and moist nose keeps Twirling and sneezing, Ju Zi sat on the milky white European-style bench, facing this strange man, Ju Zi didn't know what to do.
"Sister, who is this?" Lingling didn't know what kind of person this was, and after a few glances she couldn't suppress her curiosity.
Juzi's stiff and motionless body suddenly seemed to have thawed out, and he realized that he was rude again in embarrassment, and lightly lifted his crystal lips, "This I don't know it either." The butterfly-like eyelashes He glanced at him secretly again. Lingling was relieved to understand that this was just a chance encounter.
Juzi forced herself not to make mistakes and lost face, so she folded her light blue skirt and greeted him gracefully, "Hello!"
"My name is Qin Lang!" He said his name in a soft voice with a touch of gentility, and stretched out his short palm at the same time.
People with short palms are rare among fortune tellers. According to fortune-telling books, people with short hands are either officials, businessmen, or literati with pens. When Juzi was in high school, pure When I still had my college dream in my heart, that contradictory heart had a special affection for artists. When Lin was still by her side, they sat under the tree and chatted about some irrelevant gossip. Juzi often said that if she could only love once in her life, she would rather marry a poor academic person. I don't know if it's the unique purity and beauty of my appearance, or the fate brought by me, in Juzi's eyes, maybe only these people can match me.
Orange didn't know if he should reach out and say hello to him, but he didn't. Orange didn't know what was wrong with him, and resisted shyly. Although she was already a dross in the eyes of others, she forgot all of this at this time, and the door in her heart that had been entwined with thorns and copper camels absorbed their obscurity brightly, and gradually opened the door.
"Qin Lang", upon hearing this name, Juzi Scar felt lost again. She admired her favorite type very much, and thought of many names for them when she was bored, but it was wrong. Orange failed again, she thought too much of their personalities and manners. Qin Lang, has a generation of emperors who are not afraid of hostility, but Lang has slightly subtracted the hostility from his body and added a few traces of An Tian's warmth.
Qin Lang, his stiff right hand couldn't find a fulcrum in the warm wind, and finally withdrew his hand with a faint smile.
Orange said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com