To Be His Dream Girl

There are some similarities

how to tell Shen Junquan about today's events. In the dark, he Xinying feels that this matter will definitely have an impact on their relationship.

"Shen Junquan, I'm tired. Go back first. I want to have a rest." He Xinying's cool breath came.

After that, he Xinying wants to turn around and enter the door, only to find that her feet have no strength, and her strength seems to disappear out of thin air.

"Xinying, you..."

"Good night, Shen Junquan." He Xinying turns her head and doesn't feel like going to see Shen Junquan. Tears of grievance have soaked her eyes.

God knows how reluctant she was to say that.

"Xinying, what happened?" As sharp as he is, how can he not detect something wrong with her? "Is it because I haven't called you today..." Shen Junquan really can't think of anything else he's done wrong, but he rarely wants to explain it. He has a desire to let he Xinying know.

He Xinying shakes her head and tries to suppress the turbulence in her heart. Her tone is as calm as ever. She can't hear the waves or the ups and downs. "You go back first." He Xinying throws down the words, xuan'er hangs down the clear eyes with hidden thoughts.

With that, he Xinying ran into the house. Without waiting for Shen Junquan to answer, he had already got into the house.

Shen Junquan's sword eyebrows are sharp, and his words are choked in his throat. He Xinying leans against the door of his house. His heart seems to jump out, but his heart doesn't jump out. Tears can't help but come out of his eyes. Her mind a sink, oneself also Leng Leng Leng, why, why thing can become this way

Shen Junquan tightly locks his eyebrows and stares at the closed door. His heart sinks again and again. He hesitates to say something, but he doesn't know how to speak. I didn't expect that Shen Junquan would fall into such a situation.

While pondering, Shen Junquan suddenly seems to think of something. Hurriedly took out the mobile phone, dialed he Xinying's mobile phone number.

He Xinying quickly hangs up Shen Junquan's phone, and the phone continuously enters he Xinying's mobile phone. Every time I hang up, he Xinying's heart gets colder.

Shen Junquan outside the door is more and more anxious. He stares at his mobile phone and has the impulse to drop it. Zheng for a moment, Shen Junquan turns on his mobile phone again, looks at the keyboard carefully, and sends a short message to he Xinying: is Ling Zitong looking for you today? You come out and we'll have a good talk, or I'll stay here tonight.

He Xinying looks at the text message in the mobile phone. Her eyes are wide open. Without saying a word, she rushes out. Shen Junquan is still standing in the same place.

Looking at he Xinying who comes out of the door, Shen Junquan's face suddenly appears a vivid smile.

"How do you know Ling..." He Xinying's words haven't finished yet, and the whole body leans. When she comes back, she has fallen into the arms of Shen Junquan.

"Shen Junquan!" He Xinying is stunned. He wants to get away and is hugged by him.

"Idiot!" Shen Junquan said in a deep way. Her lips crossed her ears. She only felt itchy. The itching soon fell into her heart and infected her whole heart.

She blushed, angry and shy.

"You finally agreed to see me I knew it must be Ling Zitong... " Shen Junquan whispers in he Xinying's ear. She is so sensitive that she just wants to get away from her. But the more she struggles, the tighter he holds her. She simply depends on his arms and doesn't understand. She allows him to be broad-minded. His heart envelops her and protects her. Only he can give her peace of mind.

All of a sudden, when she counted her nose, she felt an impulse to cry.

"What the hell is going on." He Xinying lowered her eyes, hesitated and choked in her voice. Her small face was completely hidden in Shen Junquan's arms. She was in a good mood, but she was still worried about Ling Zitong, which made her feel very uneasy. Shen Junquan hugs her and drags her into his car. He Xinying blushes and her heart beats faster. She thinks she's making a fuss. But she can't help it, the original love will make so brave and stubborn people become worried about gain and loss, carefully into the dust.

"I don't know how Ling Zitong fawns on my grandfather. I was suddenly informed yesterday that Ling Zitong became my grandfather's young grandmother of the Shen family." Shen Junquan's eyes, gentle and hungry, fell into his star eyes and stirred up ripples.

He Xinying's face is very hot. She avoids his voice and turns her face to one side. Although I have confidence and confidence in Shen Junquan's feelings, I am inexplicably envious that Ling Zitong has the support of Shen family. Looking back at myself, I am nothing

He Xinying held on, her heart softened a little, and her face became more and more red. Without waiting for Shen Junquan to speak, she turned away from the topic, "did you have dinner? Come to my house and I'll make it for you..."

"No Shen Junquan smiles and says two words in a deep voice. His smile is like a hand holding her heart.

He Xinying feels her temperature and can't help but want to get close to him,

stay by his side.

Heart tremble, she suddenly turned around, opened the door: "I go to cook for you."

With that, he Xinying slipped away from him like a loach, with two red clouds hanging on her small face, and her steps revealed her uneasiness.

Looking at her shyly fleeing, Shen Junquan's charming face was finally a little more smiling, and the tenderness of her eyes was more and more wanton. Looking around, Shen Junquan's reality is quickly attracted by the piano in the villa. Beside the piano, an easel stands here.Shen Junquan recalled that there was a piano in he Xinying's apartment and an easel standing beside it. But the painting on the easel in front of us is different. It's an unfinished grapevine. It's very vivid and vivid with a simple brush. He Xinying likes to draw flowers and plants, landscapes and so on. The tip of her pen is rippling with a cool breath, which is similar to her angry appearance.

With a little hesitation, Shen Junquan goes to the piano and sits down on the piano stool. His dark eyes look into the kitchen where he Xinying is locked. All he can see is her beautiful figure. Shen Junquan folded his eyes, opened the cover and moved his fingers. The melodious sound of the piano poured out from his fingertips. The quiet, soft and romantic melody reverberated in the whole room.

Liszt's dream of love is tactful and romantic. Shen Junquan's piano skill is superb. After his skill, he Xinying, who is staying in the kitchen, can hear the sound of the piano clearly. Lips light pursed, eyes flow, heart rippling unspeakable emotions.

She seems to have heard the love dream poem, the romantic sentimental "love bar".

He Xinying is fascinated by this. Leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, she quietly looks at Shen Junquan not far away. At that moment, it seems that the heart that has been difficult to settle down for several days is gradually settling down. If the future is unknown, simply love well.

The melody is still flowing. The clearer he Xinying's vision is, the clearer her heart is.

"Xinying, come on..." I don't know when, Shen Junquan has looked at her.