Chapter 1289: You can understand as (1/2)

In fact, to put it bluntly, this is also a drama of love.

There is no relationship with national justice, and there is not much intersection with patriotic sentiment. It is in this context, love drama.

Yue Ran looked at Yan Huan's head for a long time.

”What's wrong?” Yan Huan wanted to pull Yueran's hand away. ”You are about to shake me.”

”It's okay to be dizzy, I'm afraid I won't shake you,” said, Yue Ran stretched out her hand and poked Yan Huan's forehead, ”You said, you put your former pride, the momentum you threw before, your former Where did you lose your temper? Why are you so embarrassed now, eh?”

”Mine used to be dead.”

Yan Huan looked at himself in the mirror, and the smile was still abrupt.

What she used to look like, in fact, she couldn't even remember herself. She killed herself before, so it was Cheng Ying who had such a timid fear and was not prosperous. Sexually, she was cheated again.

Even if I wake up now, it is too late.

Because she has not been qualified to like others, she said that Huanhua is a complete loser, and from beginning to end, she has not seen her win

You are so stupid, Yue Ran almost always hates iron for not making steel, but in the end, she put on a good makeup.

”Although you are stupid,” he said as he turned, ”but no matter what, I want to turn you into a pretty stupid, at least, it makes people look pleasing.”

”Thank you,” Yan Huan still put her hand on her head, the wound on the head still hurts a bit, but it didn't hurt as long as she didn't move much. It was just that she still wanted to hurt it sometimes, and didn't know if it was It's not just self-abuse. Sometimes when it hurts, people can be refreshed.

And when it hurts, you can remember something and forget something.

”Okay,” Yue Ran removed her hand. ”Anyway, your face is really the most malleable face I've ever seen, but you should never bury your face.”

When Yan Huan moved closer to the mirror, he saw himself in the mirror. Because of Yue Ran’s makeup, the more lip red and white, the more beautiful and the worse.

Of course, this is recognized by everyone,

Yan Huan's face looks good, which is really understandable.

She walked to the studio and found a place for herself to sit down. At this moment, the woman would be beside her. With her makeup, she could also make up a little bit of foreign air.

At this moment she moved her clothes, and a necklace was worn around her neck.

Yan Huan's eyes followed a slight cold, and the arc raised by his lips was ridiculous.

”Miss Yan is in a good mood?”

Meng Ni adjusted her collar again, it seemed that she wanted to see the necklace on her neck deliberately, otherwise, how could she pull the collar so often.

Is the neck too white, or the face too dark?

”Fortunately, Yanhuan no longer supported herself on her forehead. She didn't want to talk, otherwise she didn't know whether she would die from laughing, and she wasn't too willing to die like this.