Dominated husband,stay away from me!

As a result, when she dated Zhou Yanchen in the evening, Kuang Xuelai's nose was not his nose, his eyes were not his eyes.

Zhou Yanchen glanced at her and ignored her. He took her into the opera house.

Kuang thinks this is the worst date.

For more than an hour, she listened to the old man with a big beard on the stage singing a language she didn't understand.

Looking around, everyone looked serious.

She bit her lip and whispered to Zhou Yanchen, "president, you can understand Italian. It's really good."

Zhou Yanchen looked at her coldly and said, "this is French."

Kuang Xuelai:

Half an hour later, the opera is not over.

Kuang Xuelai has been unable to hold on, fighting up and down the eyelids.

Zhou Yanchen listened carefully, and the opera officially entered the climax stage.

All of a sudden, there was a weight on my shoulder.

When he looked sideways, he saw that she was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed on her shoulder.

Long eyelashes cast a circle of furry shadow under the eyelids, and the skin can clearly see fine villi.

Just want to push her away, but sitting on the other side of Kuang Xuelai, a foreign woman with a smile in her eyes.

The woman smiles and whispers in French, "your lover is so lovely."

Zhou Yanchen politely smiles back. In this case, he can only turn his head and watch the opera.

In the ear, a subtle sound enters the eardrum.

It's Kuang Xuelai who is smashing his mouth.

Zhou Yanchen:

If Kuang Xuelai knew how difficult it was to get tickets for the Opera! How expensive it is!

I don't know if she can sleep peacefully.

The second half, because of someone, Zhou Yanchen had no desire to listen.

It doesn't matter whether it's a performance that I've been looking forward to for a long time, and it's the ticket that talents get.

He just wanted it to end quickly.

Kuang Xuelai was sleeping soundly. Suddenly, he was pushed hard.

A light call, she flustered open her eyes, "what's the matter? What's the matter? "

Turn head, on a pair of Yin Li hawk Phoenix eyes.

Her heart sank fiercely. Her eyes dropped and she stammered, "president, what's the matter?"

"What's the matter?" Zhou Yanchen thin lip light open, repeat her three words, smile rather than smile, "what do you say?"

Looking around, they are the only ones left in the theater, and the aunts who clean the front row.

"It's over?" Just said a sentence, she suddenly covered her mouth, full of embarrassment: "am I asleep?"

Damn it!

It's because the opera is so hypnotic that it works better than the English books I used to read at school.

"Are you asleep? What do you think? " Zhou Yanchen stood up, tidied up his clothes and strode out of the theater.

Estimated that he lost his face, Kuang Xuelai slapped his forehead hard, and walked up with her skirt.

Outside the theater, the night wind is cool.

Shrunk his shoulders, Kuang Xuelai looked at the tall figure moving forward quickly in front of him, and glanced at the corner of his mouth.

Often in TV series or movies, the hero should take off his coat and wrap around the heroine, and then gently ask, "is it still cold?"

But what about her?

She would lick her face to coax the old man.

Think about himself is really quite pitiful, Kuang Xuelai aggrieved shriveled mouth, only listen to the bleak male voice: "still not roll over!"

As soon as she was shaking, she trotted over.

Sitting in the co pilot, Kuang Xue rubbed his hands and apologized to him, "president, I was wrong. I really didn't mean to."

One night, he was almost drowned by the sight of ridicule around him.

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