Chapter 1511 If You Don't Leave, I Won't Give up (119)

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Of course, she laughed at herself and scolded Ge Liancheng.

Ge Liancheng's expression changed slightly.

However, he thought that Zeng Sihui loved him so much and hated him so much, that's why he did this.

So he hurriedly explained, "Huihui, don't trust Zhou Jieying, that's what she wanted me to say on purpose, just to hurt you, don't trust her."

"That's none of my business anymore, Ge Liancheng. From now on, you have nothing to do with me for half a dime. Get out of here! If you want to disgust anyone, just disgust whoever you want. Don't be ashamed in front of your aunt."

After Zeng Sihui finished speaking, she threw out another sentence coldly, "By the way, Ge Liancheng, I thought you just had a fake heart, but I didn't think that your nose was also fake, haha, for the sake of I once liked you, I remind you Hurry up and look in the mirror, so as not to be photographed by reporters, your so-called male god image will collapse, haha."

When Ge Liancheng heard this, his face changed greatly, he hurriedly reached out to touch his nose, and found that it was crooked.

His heart sank with a thud, and he hurried back into the car, closed the window, and took out the mirror to look at it.

When he found that his nose was laughably crooked to one side of his face, thinking of the strange look Zeng Sihui and others had looked at him just now, he wanted to kill him.

I was embarrassed to stay for one more point, and quickly stepped on the accelerator and ran away to find a plastic surgeon to help him correct.

Seeing the car shadow behind him, Zeng Sihui was completely relieved, and turned her head around Yang Zimei's shoulder, "Niuniu, now I really understand why you want me to thank Zhou Jieying, haha, I really want to thank her this time, no She, I continue to be deceived by that fake plastic surgery product. Yesterday, he said he wanted to borrow three million yuan, and I almost asked my grandfather to ask for it. Nima, a dead actor, a dead plastic surgery product! "

"Is it still painful?"

Yang Zimei asked with a wink.

"It's painful. I know that he is such a fake, and I Zeng Sihui still suffers for him. Am I not a pencil? And it's still a B!"

Zeng Sihui shouted.

Yang Zimei was embarrassed, "Cousin, it's not good for girls to speak foul language."

"I don't care, anyway, I'm happy today, just say a few words, Nima's!"

Zeng Sihui continued.

Yang Zimei is also left to her.

As long as she is happy!

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Back in the room, Yang Zimei began to think about how to carve the three-color jadeite.

She is also self-aware of her carving skills.

However, no matter how ugly it is, it is also his own intention. Moreover, he can sculpt while injecting spells to enhance the mana of jade.

If Grandpa Zeng really thought that his sculptures were ugly, he didn't deserve to accept them either.

Yang Zimei carefully began to carve according to the shape of the three-color jadeite.

She used to carve a three-star jade carving of Fu Lu Shou for her grandmother before, and now she is a little more proficient in carving it.

No matter how skilled, jade carving is also a delicate and arduous project. Yang Zimei carved it for four hours before he was done, and his fingers were injured by the carving knife several times.

"Is it carved?"

Long Zhutian came in and saw her holding the jade carving to look left and right, so he came to ask.

"Okay! It's not bad!"

Yang Zimei found that she was very satisfied with the carving this time. It was a lot better than the Buddha statue she carved on Gambler Street before.

Long Zhutian didn't answer because he found scars on her fingers.

"How did you get hurt?"

He pulled her hand over and asked heartily, "Does it hurt?"

"pain……"

Yang Zimei pouted, nodded pitifully and answered with a coquettish tone.

The regret in Long Zhutian's eyes deepened, and suddenly he put her injured finger in his mouth...

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