Traveling through Xiaoaozhi and joining hands with Oriental GL

Yang Lianting saw Ye Sheng at the first sight, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, Ye Sheng was beaten up like this, it's so fast, and Ye Sheng seems to have a closer relationship with Dongfang Bubai. After being hurt like this by Dongfang Bubai, you can still treat that woman without any grievances. Forgive that woman, Ye Sheng, Ye Sheng, it seems that I underestimated your love for her.

The haze was only for a moment, and Yang Lianting pulled out a very fake smile and said to Ye Sheng: "Ah! Brother Ye, you are all right. Originally, Lianting wanted to visit you, but Lianting saw a Good fabric, I just want to add a new dress for the leader, so I have been busy embroidering clothes recently, and I don’t have time to see Brother Ye, brother, don’t blame me.”

"Oh, it's fine if you don't come."

Ye Sheng really couldn't bear to see Yang Lianting anymore, this shit was so fake, but she couldn't make things difficult for Dongfang, so she just replied to Yang Lianting very shamelessly, without saying anything.

Others say that you don't reach out and hit smiling people, but this Ye Sheng doesn't give any face to him. No matter how thick-skinned Yang Lianting is, it's a bit embarrassing. Dongfang Bubai cleared Yang Lianting's embarrassment

"Brother Lian, let me take a look at the clothes you embroidered."

Yang Lianting showed the dress he embroidered in front of Ye Sheng and Dongfang Bubai, Ye Sheng also took a look at the dress, it was a red brocade with gold trim, without any decorations, without any patterns , but it looks simple and domineering. This dress is really well embroidered and suitable for Dongfang Bubai, but Ye Sheng doesn't like this dress. Ye Sheng thinks this dress is an eyesore.

"Ye Sheng, what do you think of this dress?"

Ye Sheng laughed dryly

"Hehe, what, the clothes are nice, but I don't like red."

Dongfang Bubai's eyes darkened, don't you like red?She knows that Ye Sheng likes white, but she also knows that Ye Sheng doesn't hate red. Does Ye Sheng hate red now because he hates her?She Dongfang Bubai is the endorsement of red, does Ye Sheng have something to say?Does Ye Sheng still have some grudges against him?Ye Sheng, you haven't forgiven me yet, have you?

In fact, Dongfang Bubai thought too much, Ye Sheng just said it casually, she just simply didn't like that dress, no!It should be said that Ye Sheng simply didn't like the person who embroidered clothes, but Dongfang Bubai was right in one point, Ye Sheng actually still had some grudges and shadows in his heart, although a broken heart can heal, but once left The scars on her body can't be erased no matter what. Although the wounds on the surface are gone, it doesn't mean that they haven't been hurt.

Dongfang Bubai was surrounded by a low aura. Ye Sheng, who was closest to Dongfang Bubai, clearly felt that something was wrong with Dongfang Bubai, but within a short time, Ye Sheng knew that he seemed to have said something wrong. Why is my Dongfang Bubai messed up again? Think about it!

Ye Sheng shook Dongfang Bubai's hand, rubbed her index finger comfortingly, approached Dongfang Bubai's ear, and lowered his voice.

"Xiaobai, don't think too much, I just don't like that the dress was embroidered by Yang Lianting. If I embroidered it for you or you embroidered it, then I will definitely like it very much."

Dongfang Bubai gave Ye Sheng a complicated look, then hugged her tightly, and Ye Sheng hugged her back tightly.

Under the setting sun, two beautiful people embrace each other tightly, what a beautiful and picturesque picture, but a pity that Yang Lianting, who gritted his teeth and looked at the unscrupulously loving two with a distorted face, was inserted in the picture , The beauty of this painting was so bluntly destroyed by him.

The author has something to say: I saw this paragraph was quite short on the draft paper, but I didn’t expect it to be more than 1000 words, so it is an independent chapter.On Friday, a friend and boyfriend of mine went racing and fell to his death. I was not in the mood to write a novel that day, and today I made up all of it.