Chapter 3 (1/2)

Suddenly, in front of her eyes a dark, familiar figure appeared in the mirror, broke into her line of sight.

”Jing Yan.”

Familiar address, blurted out, only slightly trembling voice, she turned around, facing the man.

On the man's black eyes, her eyes trembled, but did not avoid, so with him.

”Jing Yan?”

LAN Jingyan stepped forward to Fu Zhiran, slightly picking eyebrows, with irony, ”Mrs. Rong, are we very familiar?”

Fu Zhiran bent his lips, ”I'm sorry, I took the liberty.”

Then she gave him a polite nod and walked past him with her feet raised.

Cold and proud, seems to be better than that year.

Fu Zhiran was different from Fu Zhiran, who was clever and obedient just now. There was a cold light like a sharp blade in the man's eyes. The temperature around seemed to have dropped a lot of degrees.

He turned around, reached for Fu Zhiran's wrist, pulled her back, turned around and pressed her on the washing table.

Tall body down, cold breath approaching, Fu Zhiran want to avoid.

LAN Jingyan suddenly reached out and held her chin.

Force her to look him in the eye.

”Fu Zhiran, is his wings hard?”

Said he mouth evil wanton a Yang, towering momentum, such as Satan came.

The next second, thin cool lips will stick up, biting her surprised little Zhang red lips.

If the soft lips are frozen, they are completely occupied by men.

”Well...”

Fu Zhiran stares and stares at the man in amazement. A pair of cold eyes seem to be frozen. His instinctive reaction is to push them away.