Chapter 131: [054] Dragon will laugh every day (3)

Yang Zimei came out of the car, stood in front of him, and looked up at him slightly.
When the light of his eyes touched her, the condensation immediately melted away, like snow encountering the sun.
"Sister, give me, I'm going up." Yang Zimei dodged his deep black eyes slightly, reached out and took Yang Zixi over, leaving her still sleeping head on her shoulder.
"and many more--"
Long stopped her day by day, bent over into the car, took out a brand new box from it, and handed it to her, "Here!"
It was a box containing a Nokia phone and looked up at him in amazement.
"I'll send it to you for easy contact." Long said lightly day by day.
"I bought it myself, and I also have money." Yang Zimei shook his head.
"You bought yours, I gave them to me," Long said stubbornly, "Don't go outside."
What does it mean not to go outside?
Are you close and familiar with him?
Yang Zimei rolled her eyes slightly.
"Accept." Long day after day, she saw that she still refused to reach out and accept, her black pupils changed slightly, and she seemed a little hurt.
Seeing him like this, Yang Zimei's heart seemed to be scratched by the glass, and he drew a little, then stretched out his hand, and took the box over.
Seeing her accept, Long Zhutian's cold and handsome face suddenly opened like a spring flower, the whole soothed, lips raised, slightly white teeth, arc-shaped eyes bent into a crescent moon, the pupil glowed with joy, Yang Zimei also clearly saw that there were two dimples on both sides of his lips.
Yang Zimei looked a little stingy, as if in a mess.
She has long been a nympho, but she still looks like a at this time, and stares at the smile on his face that blooms like a yam flower, and remembers it deeply in her mind and heart.
However, his smile didn't last long, just a few seconds, and he quickly recovered, as if laughing was a luxury to him.
Of course, he doesn't laugh, he is also handsome, with a different kind of coldness. This coldness is not like the deliberate coldness pursued by some young people who pursue individuality. It is from the essence, like an ancient sword. general.
Although she could not see his background identity with heavenly eyes, she also vaguely guessed that his unusual appearance was from his facial features, and that his appearance was the kind of hegemonic figure at the helm of the world, but he was frustrated and died.
Thinking of the fact that he would continue to experience various ordeals, Yang Zimei's heart seemed to be torn slightly by a thin thread, with a slight pain.
"I'm gone, call me, I won't sleep with you tonight." Long looked at her day by day.
Upon hearing this, Yang Zimei, who was just still kind to him, couldn't help but wanted to roll his eyes.
Why accompany me to sleep?
That ’s your dove's nest, OK?
"Let's go, I'm up." Yang Zimei gave him a slight glance and turned around holding his sister.
Long watching her go upstairs every day, he got into the car and went away.
Listening to the sound of the car driving away, Yang Zimei's heart gave birth to a loss.
When she returned home, her grandmother saw her coming back holding Zi Xi and asked, "Why is Zi Xi asleep? This child is also true. She is so ten years old, and she also needs her sister to hug her. Girl, tired Is it broken for you? "
"Grandma, I'm fine. Zixi is too tired, so I let her sleep for a while. I put her in the room first." Yang Zimei smiled lightly.