When I adore you, I drop the dust

Chapter 12 Symbolizing Love Symbolizing Her

She laughed coldly at her urgency: "I also prepared a French candlelight dinner, it looks like you want to skip it."

Fang Xingyue's face was pink, and his eyes were full of affection. His handsome face really showed a tenderness towards her, even if it was only one millionth of Fang Liuyue's.

Fang Xingyue smiled flamboyantly: "No, I cherish every minute and every second I spend with you."

She held Leng Shi's hand, and Leng Shi didn't refuse, and her brows and eyes didn't even frown.Is it like this for a long time, so that you can get used to her existence when it's cold?
Fang Xingyue seemed to be stepping on the top of a cloud, she leaned her head on his arm, closed her eyes and dreamed, letting the cold take her anywhere.

As long as it is cold, she will not be afraid of mountains of swords and seas of fire.

When it was cold, I booked a seat in advance, and Fang Xingyue, who communicated fluently in French, could not understand a word.

After a few conversations between the supervisor and Leng Shi, the supervisor gave her a friendly smile, and made a gentleman's invitation to the box that the two had booked before.

Fang Xingyue asked curiously, "What did you say?"

There was a slight smile in the cold voice: "He asked me if this beautiful lady is my girlfriend. I said we have been married for three years and she loves me very much."

Throughout the whole day, Fang Xingyue's heart was hot and excited.

She ignored others and kissed him on the side of the cheek.

There is deep love in the eyes, and the mole of tears in the corner of the eyes is faintly visible.

"Yes, I love you very much. I want to be the person who loves cold weather the most in the whole world." Fang Xingyue smiled and added in her heart, I will love you more than my sister.

Leng Shi shook his head and smiled, Fang Xingyue could see that he was in a happy mood.

Yes, even if he doesn't love her, it doesn't prevent him from acquiescing to her love.

The private room is warm, covered with lily petals everywhere, covering the floor holyly.

Fang Xingyue's eyes froze, and the smile returned to her small face.

"Like it?"

She nodded, with strong dependence in her eyes: "I like it!"

The violin accompaniment is elegant and gentle, just like dancing ballet on the clouds.A large floor-to-ceiling window overlooks the eccentricity of the city.Fang Xingyue stared obsessively, the city of Paris was indeed more romantic than the city of W.

A bouquet of warm red roses, still dripping with dew, lay on the table of Holy White.

When it was cold, he held up the bouquet and said gently to her, "Xingyue, happy birthday."

She doesn't like lilies and likes roses. Although roses have thorns, they are bold and unrestrained, symbolizing love and symbolizing her!

Fang Xingyue's mouth was full of drops of water, her head was raised and her face was stubborn.

Leng Shi smiled, and kissed her according to her wishes.

There was a knock on the door of the box, and sweet French came in through the door of the box.

Get up when you are cold: "The food delivery is here, I will open the door."

Fang Xingyue nodded sweetly, the sweet blush still lingering on her little face.

She seemed to have drunk red wine, sweet and slightly drunk.

A screen blocked the door, and Fang Xingyue waited for a while before returning from cold weather, then walked towards the door curiously, she clasped her little finger, and couldn't hold back the slight smile at the corner of her mouth, did she have any surprises for her when it was cold.

She knows it's romantic when it's cold, but it's never been so romantic to her.The corridor was glowing with orange light, and there was a sound of joy lost and found at the corner: "Liuyue!"

Fang Xingyue ran over, the elevator door was closed, and it was going down to the first floor.

cold!

Illusion...

Fang Liuyue has been dead for three years.

Fang Xingyue returned to the box, the long violin was still playing, the red rose was still on the dining table, and the necklace was still around her neck, everything was not an illusion.

(End of this chapter)