Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"Jon Hee Jin."

"Huh?" Ruan Xihe looked at Park Jae Hyung innocently.

"Do you think I can't?"

"no."

Everyone dare not listen to this kind of dialogue, but now they dare not hear and hear it.

"Then what do you mean."

"I just think it can actually be better." She said solemnly.

Park Jae Hyung was angry and put down the pomegranate.

Wipe your hands slowly.

The next second, Ruan Xihe was picked up again.

"Ah!" She exclaimed, it's over, Barbie is Q, and President Park is going to set the rules.

"Secretary Cui, send my peeled pomegranate up soon."

"President, how long will I be here? In half an hour?"

"Knock at the door in an hour."

"Good chairman."

......

After Ruan Xihe was resisted and left, they both discussed in private.

"The president is pretty good, one hour."

"Secretary Cui, why did you ask for half an hour?"

Cui Eunsheng hadn't spoken yet, and the elder brother next to him took the lead in answering: "Secretary Cui should have thought that Miss Hee Jin gave the president an oyster and a bullwhip, maybe it won't work today."

In fact, many people want to laugh, but that is Park Jae Hyung after all, so I have to hold back and can't laugh.

......

An hour later, Choi Eunsheng went to knock on the door.

There was only a slight noise inside, but no one paid any attention to him, and no one came out.

Choi Eunsheng stopped knocking on the door and stood honestly.

Well, wait, don't affect the young couple.

At first, I only reported for half an hour. Hey, it was sloppy.

......

After entering the night, the homestay is extremely quiet and deep. The wind in August shakes the branches and the average temperature of Mogan Mountain, which is wrapped in trees, is only 25°C.

She sat in the lounge area on the terrace and looked at the stars outside.

The summer in Z Province is actually not good. There are too many mosquitoes, especially in the mountains, biting you into doubts about life.

There is a mosquito Nee in the mountains. It is not as big and small as a mosquito. The mosquito bites a small red packet. It bites a large area of ​​redness and swelling. It itches to go crazy. Even if the trace disappears in the end, it will still There is a little dark mark on the skin, which will take a long time to fade away completely.

Fortunately, Ruan Xihe had soaked in a special potion bath before coming, and the clothes on his body were smoked with that kind of medicine, as did Park Jae Hyung.

Cui Ensheng followed by and a group of bodyguard drivers, and Ruan Xihe alone gave a special sachet to repel mosquitoes and insects.

"Obba is already at night, didn't you mean to tell me the surprise at night?"

"That is the Qixi Festival gift for you, and it has not passed zero."

"It doesn't matter, I will treat it as a Qixi Festival gift, you tell me!"

Park Jae-hyung had never polished her, so he could only take out the astronomical telescope, adjust the latitude, and let her see it.

It was the little star that seemed to glow a little red.

"It's so beautiful!"

Ruan Xihe exclaimed. When looking at the stars, they usually look at the brightest star. These not too eye-catching stars are usually ignored, but when she focuses on it with an astronomical telescope, she will find it really amazing.

The man looked at the little girl's porcelain-white profile, and his heart fluctuated slightly.

She was still watching, Park Jae-hyung had already handed her a certificate that had been prepared a long time ago. (Purely fictitious)

"This is the little star I gave you. It is permanently named SX-0919520. If anyone studies it in the future, they will see news about it."

Ruan Xihe stood there for a long time without regaining his senses.

To have permanent naming rights, one must have outstanding contributions!

One can imagine how difficult it is for Park Jae Hyung to get this thing.

This is a real star.

Ruan Xihe has received surprises from other people's gifts, and he has also created romance for others, but this...

What is the star's given impression of a girl? Is it Zhou Wangjian’s star-receiving platform? Are the stars that the man promised when he painted the flatbread to be picked off for you? It is a natural romance engraved in the bones.

It is a natural inability to resist.

It seems that many things that are connected with the stars have a hint of intricateness.

"I remember when we were just together not long ago, you said that you like the stars more than the moon. I don't know if you like them."

When a man said this, the gentleness in his eyes could drown any woman in this world.

My heart really jumped uncontrollably.

"Obba." She called him softly, and walked over and hugged his waist gently.

Park Jae Hyung chuckled her in his arms.

"S is the abbreviation of September of your birthday, and x is the initial letter of your favorite Huaguo Pinyinxi. This star will always be your mark."

"Obba, you are so hardworking."

"To you, I dare not care." Park Jae-hyung always finds it difficult to catch her, just like when she ran away from home, how many times she collapsed, but it's useless. If she doesn't show up, she I can't find her at all!

Ruan Xihe's way of expressing his likes and feelings is very simple.

Let the wind pass through me, let the river pass me, let the leaves stroke me, let the stars shine on me.

I see the bright moon shining brightly, I see the bright moon sway, the bright moon overlooks me, and the bright moon feels that I sway.

I stretched out my hand to try to catch the stars, but unfortunately, my weakness filled every nerve in my body. I couldn't catch it, just as it couldn't catch me.

I don't know when I heard the sigh of the wind, whizzing past, soft and soft, the wind said he loved me, and the wind emphasized over and over again that he loved me.

very nice.

I also love the wind.

Love the gentleness of the wind, love the violence of the wind, love the thoughtfulness of the wind, love the freedom of the wind, and love the imprisonment of the wind.

I can't see the stars, don't shake them, the scattered and blurred light makes people trance.

I can't hold the moon anymore, because the moon passes through my body and becomes one with me.

I can't keep the river anymore, don't flow so fast, the turbulent flow is endless, reflecting the afterglow of the moon.

The wind embraces me in Moqian Mountain, on the terrace, here, at this moment.

I also said to the wind: I love you too

......

The door to the terrace was closed, and the electric curtains in the house began to operate, blocking the light outside the house a little bit.

Leave the temperature on the seat alone, as well as the fruit and food on the small coffee table.

The lone rose in the vase dropped a few small petals on the table.

The stars are shining, and the back of the chair is mottled.

Maybe it was left by the wind.

She hugged Park Jae Hyung in the room and was extremely exhausted. After a few thunders outside the room, it started to rain heavily.

The man gently stroked her hair, pulling the slightly sweaty broken hair behind his ears.

Unable to hold back, I lit a cigarette.

She didn't want to say anything, she just wanted to lean in quietly.

"sleeping?"

"I don't want to sleep yet."

"Let's take a bubble bath, it will be more comfortable, I'll get you some water."

"good."

After Ruan Xihe responded, he wiped out the cigarette butts and got up and went to the bathroom to fill the water.

"Dididi..." The alarm was pulled suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Ruan Xihe forced his body to sit up.

"It's not right with this rain."