Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

Often house.

Chang Mian stood in the living room, directing his two subordinates.

"Be careful, don't break the portrait, yes, it's hanging there,... It's crooked, lift it a little to the left... Okay, don't move, just hang it like that."

He made large-scale portraits of all the photos of the little milk girls in his mobile phone, inlaid them in exquisite large photo frames, and hung them in the most conspicuous place in the living room.

Not only big photo frames, but also small photo albums, keychains, photo stickers in wallets,...

The whole person looked at the girl above with a radiant spirit, with an uncontrollable smile on the corner of his mouth.

It's just a pity that he didn't take more photos at the beginning. He only had no more than 10 photos in his mobile phone. Thinking about it, I feel a little regretful.

Changshang walked in with a bag and high heels. As soon as she entered the door, she could see a huge portrait hanging in a prominent place in the living room. Those who didn't know thought that the portrait was her.

Mother Li came over to change her slippers, smiled and said to her ear, "Master Chang doesn't know why he got so excited, the living room and bedroom are full of your photos."

Changshang twitched the corners of her mouth, smiling far-fetchedly.

She walked to Chang Mian's side and stared at the photo.

The girl seemed to be standing in the sun, she was so beautiful that it made people tremble, but she looked a little green, with a bright red skirt and a white belt tied around her waist, her eyes were big, her skin was as delicate as ceramics, very agile , holding a sword in her hand, her eyes seemed a little nervous, and behind her was a forest of green mountains and bamboos...

If you don't pay attention, Shangshang will even feel that the girl inside is herself.

But, by now, she knew that it wasn't her.

That was Chang Mian's little nanny.

Changshang stood quietly in front of the portrait, tears almost welling up in her eyes.

Sometimes she thinks that happiness is close at hand, but unexpectedly, what awaits her is an abyss, and all happiness is just a performance. When the cruel blade cuts the charming skin, she suddenly realizes.

It turned out that everything may be an unattainable dream after all.

"Chang Mian, is this me?" Chang Chang turned her head to ask him.

Chang Mian's expression was so natural, he put his arms around her waist with a hooked smile: "Does it look good?"

"Why don't I remember that I took this picture before? It's strange. My memory is not very good recently."

"I had someone use a computer to synthesize it." Chang Mian lied lightly, a flash of dodge flashed in his eyes, and he smiled again for a moment, a loving and bottomless smile.

He slowly turned her body around, fixed her eyebrows and eyes, lifted her chin with his fingers, and slowly covered her lips.

Suddenly, Changshang's heart trembled, and with a hint of repulsion, she dodged his fallen lips.

Chang Mian never thought that Changshang would dodge, and was a little stunned for a moment.

When he came back to his senses, Changshang had already left his body, looking upstairs, and fled in a hurry.

He lost his mind, hurriedly chased after her, and held her hand in the middle of the stairs, with a bit of dissatisfaction in his voice: "Why are you running?"

Changshang felt very sad, stretched out his hand, peeled off his arm, walked upstairs without saying a word, rushed into the bedroom, locked the door hard, and locked it dead.

Don't listen to the sound of Chang Mian banging on the door vigorously outside.

She felt so powerless, and was about to lie down on the big bed, when she saw another picture of a young girl on the wall. She scratched her hair frantically, and slammed the pillow against the wall A slap in the face!