The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 1707 Picked up a Little Taoist (56)

Aunt Jiang took the order and nodded lazily: "Well, I see."

Song Yu also came over. The young man was slender, and his snow-blue Taoist robe and long gown looked cold and alienated, with a fairy air. When he was outside, the young man's beautiful eyebrows and eyes always looked a little cold and alienated.

Standing beside Aunt Jiang, his aloof and indifferent brows were filled with gentleness, "Sister, have you bought it yet?"

"Ah."

She nodded and said to Song Yu: "It will take a while to get it, let's go in and have a meeting."

Song Yu gave a "hmm" and followed Aunt Jiang, and the two walked inside together. There was an empty seat against the wall.

When the two of them came in, the student party who were chatting enthusiastically stopped at the same time, and some of the companions next to him secretly elbowed him before they noticed, and then raised their chins to signal him to look over. .

As for Jiang Yu and Song Yu, they have long been used to the sight of others when they are away from home.

Concubine Jiang lazily leaned against the wall, and subconsciously raised her legs to raise them up. The young man's slender fingertips landed on her legs, and a cold voice came: "Sister, you are wearing a skirt."

Song Yu looked at her sideways, with a bit of resentment in his gaze, "If I hadn't stopped her in time, my sister would have been gone."

Aunt Jiang is used to being lazy and free at home, and for a moment she really forgot that she was outside in a small skirt.

She looked at the young man's resentful and unhappy gaze, and coughed lightly in guilt, "Okay, if you don't curl up, then don't curl up."

She put her legs down, but she always felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable, and she had to put them somewhere to be comfortable.

Song Yu sat with her, right next to her, Jiang Yu leaned her back against the wall, thought about lifting her feet, and put her legs on Song Yu's, it was much more comfortable now.

Concubine Jiang continued to play her own game of Fighting the Landlords.

She put her legs on him, and Song Yu didn't say anything. He was not interested in the phone, so he sat there quietly, with his hands on Aunt Jiang's calves, rubbing his fingertips vaguely, looking sideways. Looking at Aunt Jiang, she didn't know what she was looking at.

But other people in the store kept sneaking over, and some even secretly took pictures and posted them in their WeChat group, saying that they saw beautiful women and handsome men in Huatian Central Square.

At first, when some people saw Aunt Jiang, they wanted to ask for WeChat, but when they saw Aunt Jiang was accompanied by Song Yu, those people all gave up.

Their boyfriends are so handsome, they don't even have the qualifications to pry the corner of the wall.

Miss Sister looks too good-looking, my sister's legs are not legs, spring water on the banks of the Seine; my sister's back is not my back, Bulgarian roses; my sister's waist is not my waist, Saburo's machete; my sister's mouth is not my mouth Clear water under the Anhe Bridge.

Woohoo, my sister's lazy temperament kills me.

The little brother next to him is also very handsome. He looks like he is wearing an ancient costume, elegant and alienated.

There is an air conditioner in the store, and they have been sitting here for a long time, so seeing Song Yu dressed like this, they don't feel the same and feel hot.

Some people also saw the faint red hickey on Jiang Yuxue's back, and continued to scream crazily in their hearts.

Ahhhhh, what is this, what is this!
Can an innocent child like me see this!
Hey.

Go on, don't stop blah blah~
Besides, they were all extremely curious about the identities of these two people. Could they be artists?

(End of this chapter)