Too many, too many, too many
The European porcelain hand couldn’t help shivering. These photos can say that her life is being monitored.
Imagine that no matter what she does, the other person can know everything. Isn’t that a terrible thing?
She couldn’t help thinking that when she took a taxi, the old master said that she was being followed, and it turned out that everything was true.
Maybe it will be earlier, but she doesn’t know it.
Lulu, where did you get these photos品茶?
Ou porcelain is as pale as paper.
Why should the other party do this?
She didn’t have a grudge against anyone after she returned home.
Lu Jingcheng saw the unabashed horror in the eyes of Ou Porcelain. He raised his hand to rub her hair, but Ou Porcelain dodged it.
Lu Jing’s hand froze for half a moment before he took it back slowly.
Small porcelain, if I say that I took this photo, do you believe it?
Lu Jing tried her.
The porcelain moved his lips and did not answer, but looked at him indifferently.
Lu Jing’s heart sank.
Then he asked, Would you believe me if I said that this photo was taken by Ling Yicheng?
impossible
European porcelain is almost blurted out.
Lu Jing scooped up her heart for a moment, as if she had been violently pulled by someone’s hand.
Pain
He looks transfixed at Ou Porcelain, unwilling to let go of every subtle expression on Ou Porcelain’s face.
She used to be so desperate to protect him even if he was wrong.品茶
But now her heart has been gradually replaced by another man.
This is the last thing he wants to see.
The blood in Lu Jing’s body keeps expanding, as if to burst his blood vessels and spew out.
That uncontrollable jealousy is driving him crazy.
He scoffed at a warm eyebrow and dyed a little cold. Don’t get excited, Xiao Porcelain. Let’s talk with facts, shall we?
The porcelain gave him a cold look and was more heavily guarded.
At this time, the wind blows through the dense leaves of the green plants, rustling like lovers whispering.品茶
European porcelain’s attitude towards Lu Jingcheng is almost tense.
Her slender neck was throbbing with blood vessels, and all the photos were firmly grasped. The veins stood out on the back of the palm of her hand, and the whole person trembled slightly.
After a while, she said, Give me a reason to believe.
Lu Jing Cheng held out his hand at her Come here
European porcelain consciousness takes a step back. Do what?
Don’t be nervous, Xiao Porcelain. I want a photo in your hand.
The porcelain leng leng hesitate to pass the photos in the past.