Chapter 131 [054] Long Zhutian Will Laugh (3)

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Yang Zimei got out of the car and stood in front of him, looking up at him slightly.

When his eyes met hers, the condensation immediately melted, like snow meeting sunlight.

"Sister, give it to me, I'm going up." Yang Zimei slightly dodged his abyss-like black eyes, reached out and took Yang Zixi over, letting her still sleeping head lie on his shoulders.

"and many more--"

Long Zhutian stopped her, leaned into the car, took out a brand new box, and handed it to her, "Here!"

It was a box containing a Nokia phone, and he looked up at him in surprise.

"It's for you, easy to contact." Long Zhutian said lightly.

"I can buy it myself, and I have money too." Yang Zimei shook his head.

"You buy yours, and I give it to me." Long Zhutian said stubbornly, "Don't see outsiders."

What do you mean by not seeing outside?

Are you very close to him?

Yang Zimei rolled her eyes slightly.

"Accept." Long Zhutian saw that she was still unwilling to reach out to accept it, his black pupils changed slightly, as if he was a little hurt.

Seeing him like this, Yang Zimei's heart seemed to be slashed by glass, she twitched slightly, and then she stretched out her hand and took the box over.

Seeing her accept it, Long Zhutian's stern and handsome face suddenly bloomed like a spring flower, the whole body softened, the corners of his lips were raised, his white teeth were slightly exposed, his arc-long eyes were bent into crescent moons, and there was a gleam of joy in them. Yang Zimei also clearly saw that there were still two dimples on both sides of his lips.

Yang Zimei looked a little dazed, as if a random flower caught his eye.

She has long passed the years of nympho, but she still looks like a nympho at this time, staring blankly at the smiling face that blooms like a flash in the pan on his face, and deeply remembers it in her mind and heart.

However, his smile didn't last long. It was just a few seconds before he recovered quickly, as if laughter was a luxury to him.

Of course, he doesn't smile, but he is also very handsome and has a different kind of coldness. This coldness is not like the deliberate coldness that some young people who pursue individuality pursue, but it comes from the essence, like an ancient sword generally.

Although she couldn't see his background identity with her heavenly eyes, she also vaguely guessed his abnormality from his facial features. Moreover, his face was that of a tyrant who steered the world, but he was suffering from many setbacks.

Thinking that he would go through all kinds of hardships constantly, Yang Zimei's heart seemed to be slightly pulled by a thin thread, and it felt sharp pain.

"I'm leaving, call me, I won't sleep with you tonight." Long Zhutian looked at her and said.

Upon hearing this, Yang Zimei, who had just been affectionate to him, couldn't help but want to roll her eyes again.

What do you sleep with me?

That's your dove occupying the magpie's nest, okay?

"Let's go, I'll go up." Yang Zimei glared at him and turned around with his sister in his arms.

Long Zhutian watched her go upstairs, so he got into the car and flew away.

Listening to the sound of the car driving far away, Yang Zimei's heart felt a sense of loss for no reason.

Back at home, grandma saw her carrying Zixi back, and she stepped forward and asked, "Why did Zixi fall asleep? This child is really, playful to such an extent that he is ten years old, and needs his sister to hold him. Niuniu, tired. Did it break you?"

"Grandma, I'm fine. Zixi is too tired, so I'll let her sleep for a while. I'll put her in the room first." Yang Zimei said with a light smile.

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