Chapter 482 (1/2)

Fu Yingxiang looked at this wave of God operation in front of her, and raised her head in surprise. The man was looking at her apologetically, ”sorry, a little obsessive-compulsive disorder.”

Fu Yingxiang smile, put away the mobile phone, ”how do you do it, I every time is the last time to pass.”

”If you really want to pass, you can pass.”

”This is idealism.”

”Sincerity is soul, Oriental metaphysics.” The man blinked with a playful look.

Seeing this look, Fu Yingxiang felt that this man was really the same as him. He was a standard teenager in his early twenties. He was young, smart and cunning.

All of a sudden, I felt that I was out of tune with the youth.

She clenched her fingers, leaned back in her chair, turned her head and looked out the window on the other side.

The neon lights outside the window make the whole Lanjiang city more prosperous than in the daytime. Fu Yingxiang sees much of the prosperous world. She was born in the gold selling grottoes. She is used to seeing the red and white lights, and is not fascinated by them.

I'm 40 years old. Thanks to my father, I live like a princess until I'm in my thirties. Besides the storm six years ago, I've had a good life.

What else to expect?

”Sugar?”

A clear voice suddenly sounded on his side, just like the one standing in front of the iron fence. It caught people off guard, but it was so clear that people couldn't take up any vigilance.

At this moment, looking at her eyes like fawns, twinkling with the light light of stars, I don't know if it's because the air conditioner is too high. To Fu Yingxiang, it's an inexplicable question with some warmth.

She was stunned, and her eyes fell on a lollipop held between his slender fingers.

”When I was on the plane, a child gave it to me. I don't like sweet food very much. Girls should like it very much.”

”Girl?”

Fu Yingxiang repeated in surprise.

The young man took the lollipop action slightly, as if some hesitation, ”don't like to eat it?”

Fu Yingxiang looks stagnant, low head took the lollipop, ”no, I like it very much, thank you.”

The young man seems to have got the point wrong. Fu Yingxiang only thinks that his old face is a little hot. It's hard for people in their 40s to be called ”girls” and some can't bear it.

Are children so provocative now?

Just thinking about it, the boy suddenly said, ”I'll peel it for you.”