The big guy who passed through quickly took the scumbag script

According to the general rules of dreams or hallucinations,

In the dream, there is no writing on the book, even if there is, it is my imagination... And if it is an illusion, how much mental power would it require?

Everyone on the street has different faces and different clothes and jewelry.

Building food, she traveled all the way from Tongcheng to Shanghai Beach, in Shen Yanshu's invisible sight, everything was so real and delicate.

Xihe turned her head to look at the person who was leaning over the table to read the ledger,

The bridge of the nose is straight, the slender eyelashes, the lips are drawn into a line because she is reading the book seriously, and the profile of the face is soft... So, is this an illusion or is she really back in the era of Shen Yanshu?

Xihe frowned, feeling that things were a little tricky.

Pearl? What's wrong?

Sensing her gaze, Shen Yanshu turned his head with a smile in his clear eyes.

Xihe suddenly felt hot on his face,

She shook her head: it's okay, you can be busy.

As she said that, she lowered her head and stuffed the rest of the books back into the bookshelf, took a collection of poems and went to sit on the sofa next to her and sat down to watch them. She was not afraid whether it was an illusion or a real scene.

The sun shines outside the window, and inside the house there is the tranquility buried deep in gold powder and sand.

For the next meal, Xihe stayed with Shen Yanshu. Shen Yanshu usually finished his work in the morning, and then went for a stroll with Xihe in the afternoon.

Bookstores, cafes, and they went to Paramount together,

The manager received them with a smile on his face. They were arranged at a very good place by the window. From the outside, you can see people coming and going on the street, and from inside, you can see the dancers singing and dancing. They smiled at each other while singing and dancing.

What an antique.

Seeing that people didn't even hold hands, Xihe couldn't help sighing again.

Shen Yanshu lowered his long eyelashes, and his ears were red: We are not married yet, holding hands...is not suitable for etiquette.

Are you telling me that Yu Li is not suitable?

Xihe uttered in surprise: The last time in the private room, and the time in the mansion, who was the one who made a move?

Shen Yanshu blushed at what she said, so he could only whisper: It was in a hurry.

Xihe...

She flicked her sleeves and went into the next shop: You say yes.

Shen Yanshu followed immediately.

This is a tailor shop, with all kinds of western-style cheongsams hanging on both sides. Xihe tried a few of them and found them all to be good. He was hesitating which one to choose, so Shen Yanshu asked someone to wrap them up: Since I can't choose , then buy them all back.”

Then he looked at the jewelry store across the street: Why don't you add some more accessories?

Xihe looked up at the extraordinarily attentive person, and nodded in agreement.

After buying a lot of big and small bags, Shen Yanshu took Xihe to a western restaurant. After eating, he came out and got into the car. He gently reached out and held Xihe's hand, and asked in a low voice: Are you still angry?

Xihe couldn't help laughing immediately.

She turned around and approached him, staring into his eyes: so are you coaxing me?

Shen Yanshu nodded, and said softly: It won't happen in the future, Mingzhu will hold hands if she wants to.

He lowered his head and gently kneaded the little hand in his palm: It's my fault. I forgot that Mingzhu studied abroad and received a Western education. It's okay to be bold. It's because I care too much about other people's eyes.

Xihe was comforted with a guilty conscience. She knew that he was rigid, but she always liked to make things difficult...

She shook her head: It's my fault, I shouldn't embarrass Yanshu.

Seeing that he was about to speak, Xihe tilted his head: So, why don't we all take a step back?

Shen Yanshu laughed indulgently: Mingzhu can say anything.