Mr.president, you are too gentle

This beautiful legend makes Fu Xiaoxiao a little melancholy. With a long sigh, he bowed his head and tasted the coffee in his mouth. The relationship between them was a little closer.

The back of time is indeed a wonderful cafe, not only the old songs that will be put in it, but also the portraits on the wall. The seats in the coffee shop are separated by wooden bookshelves with handy books on them.

When you open it, you will find that this book may actually be out of print. Here is for people to read. People's quality is also very good. Books are well preserved.

In this way, with this cup of coffee, I chose a book and sat in the corner for an afternoon. Fu Xiaozi was originally quiet, and he was more quiet when he invested in the books he was interested in.

Cheng shaozhao casually took a great man's autobiography and looked through it. His careless eyes always floated to Fu Xiaoxiao's face. Her quiet side face was beautiful in the dim light.

He carefully looked at her smart eyes, small bridge of nose, and a Curved Eyebrow like yuandai and a small mouth like cherry. When thinking, he inadvertently opened slightly, with infinite temptation.

Fu Xiaoxiao's shoulders are thin, but his posture is straight. His shoulders unconsciously shake gently with the action of turning the book. It's like the butterfly wings trembling in the flowers in spring, which is exciting.

I have to admit that cherry is really a perfect beauty. Different from the snake essence face at present, there is no surprise of big eyes, sharp chin and heavy makeup, but it is more durable.

Her beauty is in looking back inadvertently, a drooping head suddenly saw that face like water. Every move attracts people. Her beauty needs careful taste. The more you see it, the more comfortable you feel. It's like a Ding Dong spring pouring into your heart.

Cheng shaozhao couldn't help feeling a little distracted. He didn't turn the pages of his books for a long time. It turned out to be a leisurely afternoon. The leisurely seems to be really on the back of time.

A pair of handsome men and women, one bowed his head and read carefully, and the other looked carefully. Women's body exudes the beauty of quiet years, while men's eyes are spoiled and fascinated, which have become a permanent picture on the back of time.

When the bell rang for the fourth time, Cheng shaozhao finally ruthlessly interrupted the quiet atmosphere. He said softly, "you can go back, pack up your things and go straight to the airport."

Cheng shaozhao's words pulled him back. In reality, Fu Xiaoxiao suddenly woke up. This is not in China, not in the place I am familiar with, but in Paris, France, and the place I live has left half the earth.

The heart inevitably raised a bit of reluctance, but there was nothing to do with paying a little. I had to reluctantly put the books back on the shelf and got up with my handbag.

What she found was an out of print Autobiography of Zhang Guorong. She finally had the opportunity to see that she could only read half of it. The heart is not without loss, but Fu Xiaoqiao didn't say anything.

"Well, good." he answered Cheng shaozhao's words and stood aside.

Cheng shaozhao has been carefully observing Fu Xiaoxiao.