Chapter 342 Long Zhutian Is Also Narcissistic (1)

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When I woke up, my pillow was empty.

Yang Zimei's heart was suddenly emptied, and she stared blankly at the white mosquito net for a while. Fang lazily got up from the bed, put on slippers, and walked out of the room.

There was a sound of fine shattering knives cutting wood from the courtyard.

He hasn't left yet?

Her heart was overjoyed, and she hurried into the courtyard.

Long Zhutian was sitting on the large decorative stone in the center of the courtyard, with his head down, holding her carving knife for jade carving, and was cutting something on a large piece of wood.

The golden sunlight in the morning shone on him, making his engrossed face even more handsome and charming.

This is her man!

Yang Zimei stood not far away, looking at him madly!

Perhaps feeling her gaze, Long Zhutian raised his head, just in time to meet her eyes that were somewhat obsessed with lingering, his heart softened, the bottom of his eyes glowed with a gentle light, and Zhan Yan smiled lightly at her. smiled.

Long Zhutian doesn't laugh often, but when he smiles, it is like an iceberg and snow lotus blooming, giving people a feeling of returning to the earth in spring.

Like Zhuge Yue, when he smiled, two deep dimples would appear on his lips, and he was almost drunk.

That person, Zhuge Yue, naturally likes the evil and charming smile, and he comes with blossoming peach blossoms.

But Long Zhutian is different. His temperament is as cold as iron, and his smile gives people an indescribable feeling.

Therefore, when he just smiled like this, Yang Zimei felt like his heart was being grabbed by a cat's claws, and his whole person was about to melt into his smile.

This man is really a monster.

She remembered the year when he was fifteen again!

At that time, his posture was unique to the evildoer, as if he came out of a comic book, and when she first saw it, she was inexplicably moved.

She returned a bright smile to him, trotted over in small steps, and pouted slightly, "I thought you left quietly again."

Long Zhutian pursed his lips, stretched out his hand and pulled her to sit on his lap, like a father holding a child.

The two were used to hugging each other for a long time, Yang Zimei didn't feel abrupt and awkward, she sat on his warm lap very naturally, looking at the wood and knife in his hand, "What do you want to carve? ?"

"Well, carve a me." Long Zhutian wiped away the shards on the wood with his fingers, and the outline of a head was highlighted, and he really looked like him.

"How come it wasn't me who carved it, but yourself?"

Yang Zimei rolled his eyes and said.

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