Reborn as A Beautiful Model Student

"Sweetheart, I will not enter your eyes."

Shangguan Ling felt that he was really injured.

He is also a man of instrumentation.

How can Ye Sweet hesitate to hesitate, just refused?

In the face of such upper official Ling, Ye Sweethe is more impossible to be soft.

She is brittle, "Shangguan Ling, I don't enter my eyes, but I don't have a problem with you. I don't like you, but I still enjoy your good, such thing, my leaves Sweetheart can't do it. "

The sound of the Ye Xiangxin, which is more faintly into the ears of the Hustang Cang.

His earlobe has quietly turned a touch of pink.

The same color, like the color of peach blossoms under spring light.

Her voice is like a clear spring, which is indulging in it.

He loves her.

It is so beautiful, it is worthy of him to go to the treasure.

"Okay, I understand your rejection, sweetheart, but there is a little, you should clear, like you, my business, my only thing can do not bother you, but I don't necessarily restrain me. One like, I will try not to bother you, sweetheart, if one day, you want to try to start a new life, I hope you can consider me first. "

"Shangguan Ling, there will be no such day. I am sweet, this life only loves him one."

Unique, only love, he.

That he, there is no second option in addition to the Hustang Cang.

When the Ye Sweet Heart took a breath, he looked at Shangguan Turned to leave.

She is in my heart, silently said, Shangguan Ling, don't blame me.

I just don't want to hide my feelings, but I just hope you, don't pay a true heart.

Life is short, you have one day, you will meet the one, let you be a heart, let you be willing to have a woman who is willing to live.

That woman, didn't have a step, not late, just in your world.

Be part of your bone blood.

Ye Sweet Heart stands outside the door, until the back of the Ling Ling, after disappearing from his own, he will reach out and push the door to the study.

The door of the study is open.

In the big study, there is no one.

A peach flower in a vase, burning bloom.

The book's ink is integrated with the peach blossoms, let the heart of the leaves, and tremble with trend.

Is it your own illusion?

In the study, there is actually no one.

He didn't come back.

The small face of the leaves is full of disappointment and loss.

Her heart also follows slight pain.

Dido, when can you go back to me?

I miss you.

I really want to miss you very much.

Ye Sweet Heart stood at the door of the study. After coming to a circle, he exited the study.

Is your own illusion.

If he came back, he will tell her.

Did not tell him, it must be no coming back.

She must be too much to think about him too much, they will feel that he is back.

"Sweetheart, where are you going?"

Ye Sweet Heart answered, "I am a little sleepy, I want to take a break."

The spring breeze, the Ye Sweet, but the eyes are slightly sour, tears seem to be controlled.

The heart is surging a huge grievance.

She tightly bites the cherry lips, and strives to control her tears don't let it fall.

Ye Xinxin just went to his door to his bedroom, a hand that was familiar with the temperature, reached out from the inside, pulled her into the bedroom.

The petite body of the leaves is reached behind the bedroom.