Chapter 119: I'm talking to the person I like

at night.
In the bathtub.
Roses floated in the bathtub, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers.
Wen Xian leaned in the bathtub, her hair wrapped in a towel, and a beautiful white face with watery hibiscus, pure and lustful.
There is a white retractable shelf on the bathtub and a small glass of red wine on the shelf.
Right now, she is holding a mobile phone, editing some information on Weibo.
The figure I saw in the hall today is too much like Lu Xiao.
But she knew that Lu Xiao was clearly in Qinghai, how could he show up in Shanghai, let alone show up near the hall.
Time flies, and it has been a few days since I came back. Her thoughts of Lu Xiao have been magnified every night after coming back, infinitely magnified...
Especially before leaving, the night with him under the stars of the Milky Way.
I have to say, often let her...
Aftertaste, taste, infinite, and infinite.
After editing the message, she clicks to send.
In an instant, as soon as Weibo was posted, countless people on her Weibo began to rush into comments and likes.
What she posted was a few photos of Gesang Huahai taken by Lu Xiao in Qinghai, and in the middle was the photo of a bunch of sunflowers she took on the plane.
This is a rare set of nine squares.
The text in the picture is the sunflower flower language written on the card on the bunch of sunflowers Lu Xiao gave her.
As soon as this group of photos and text appeared, it exploded in an instant!
In that sentence, there is no one else in the eye, you are everywhere.
Who is that "you" talking about! ?
Who is the goddess talking to! ? Or did someone say to the goddess?
Netizens don’t see the warmth of the sun every day: [My mother, is Master Huo finally able to see the moon and the moon—! ]
Netizens are short of money from the Five Elements: [Ahhhhhhhhhh, it's fucking, I'm broken in love! ]
Netizen js: [Storm is crying, my husband must have a dog behind his back. ]
We must know that although Wen Xian had a serious scandal with the rich second-generation Huo Shaoye, she has never made it public, and now, once such a dynamic message is issued, it basically confirms the previous post of the same flight netizen, how can it be? Don't let them shake inside.
One by one the storm cried, and then began to pick up frantically.
At this moment.
When Wen Xian picked up the phone again, he clicked on WeChat and found the chat box with Lu Xiao.
She bit her lip and typed in:
Shang Luxiao: [Captain Lu, what are you doing? ]
She couldn't help it anymore, she asked.
It's just that Wen Xian thought he might be busy and might not be able to see, but didn't want to, his message came soon.
Lu Xiao: [Nothing. ]
When Wen Xian saw his news, his excited hands trembled, and after trying to calm down, he continued to send messages to him:
[Did Captain Lu play Weibo? Just now a female celebrity seems to have exposed some romance. ]
Lu Xiao: [? No play, no time, no attention to these. ]
Wen Xian looked at his perfunctory and indifferent answer, and his heart was very nervous.
Lu Xiao, do you know who is chatting with him now? It's not Aunt Shang, but she, Wen Xian, the person who spent the night with him.
Wen Xian hesitated for a moment, and when she sent the message again, her eyes darkened a bit: [Captain Lu, do you know what I am doing now? ]
Lu Xiao: [? ]
Wen Xian: [I'm talking to someone I like. ]
When she sent this message, the roots of her ears were hot, she bit her lip, and couldn't help overflowing the sweetness of her little daughter's home.
Of course, there was silence there, and after a while, he replied:
[Auntie Shang, it's late, go to sleep. ]