Chapter 1511: If you don't leave, I won't give up (119)

Of course, she laughed at herself and scolded Gelian Cheng.
Geliancheng's complexion changed slightly.
However, he thought that Zeng Sihui was deeply in love with him and hated, so that was why.
So he hurriedly explained, "Huihui, don't believe Zhou Jieying, that's what she intentionally asked me to say, just to hurt you, don't trust her."
"That's not my business anymore, Gelian City, you have nothing to do with my half a dime in the future, let me go! Whoever you want to go to is disgusted, don't be ashamed to appear in front of your aunt."
After Zeng Sihui said it, he threw a cold sentence, "Yes, Geliancheng, I thought you were just a fake heart, but you didn't expect your nose to be fake, haha, seeing that I once liked you, I remind Hurry and look in the mirror, lest it be photographed by reporters, your so-called male image will collapse, haha. "
When Gelian Cheng heard it, his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly reached out to touch his nose, but found that he was actually crooked.
His heart sank, and he hurried back to the car, closed the window, and took out the mirror to look after him.
When he found that his nose was ridiculously crooked to the side of his face, and thought of the strange expression Zeng Sihui and others looked at him just now, he wanted to knock him to death.
Sorry to stay one more minute, quickly stepped on the accelerator and ran to a plastic surgeon to help him correct it.
Looking at the shadow of the car he was leaving, Zeng Sihui was completely relieved, and looked back at 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 false cosmetic product. Yesterday he also said that he wanted to borrow three million, and I almost asked Grandpa for it. Nima's, dead trick, dead cosmetic product! "
"Are you still in pain?"
Yang Zimei blinked and asked.
"A pain in wool. Knowing that he is such a fake, I had Sihui suffering for him, shouldn't I be a pencil? And it's still a B!"
Zeng Sihui shouted.
Yang Zimei stunned, "Cousin, girls don't speak swear words."
"I don't care, anyway, I am happy today, just say a few words, Nima's!"
Zeng Sihui continued.
Yang Zimei was left to her.
As long as she is happy!

Back in the room, Yang Zimei started thinking about how to carve the three-color emerald.
She also knows her own carving skills.
However, no matter how ugly it is, it is also your own intention, and you can inject spells while sculpting to enhance the jade mana.
If Grandpa Zeng really hates his ugly carvings, he is not worthy of acceptance.
Yang Zimei began to sculpt very carefully according to the shape of the three-color emerald.
She used to carve her grandmother the three-star jade sculpture of Fu Lushou before, and now she is a little more skilled.
No matter how proficient, jade carving is also a delicate and arduous project. Yang Zi carved for four hours before he was done. Among them, his finger was injured several times by the carving knife.
"Carved?"
Dragon came in day by day, saw her holding the jade carving and looked left and right, and came over to ask.
"Okay! Not bad!"
Yang Zimei found that the carving was quite satisfactory this time, which is a lot better than the Buddha statue carved at Gongshi Street.
Long did not answer every day, because she found a scar on her finger.
"How did you get hurt?"
He pulled her hand over and asked with heartache, "Doesn't it hurt?"
"pain……"
Yang Zi frowned, and nodded with a pitiful expression, with a coquettish tone.
The feeling of regret in Long Zhutian's eyes deepened, and she suddenly put her injured finger in her mouth ...