Yan Yanqi pursed her lips, in fact, she wanted to say a lot of words, but when it came to her mouth, it only turned into a simple one.
Some words, I really don't know how to say them, she remembers that she wasn't so hypocritical before.
"What do you want to say" Dongfang Shiyu finished speaking and looked at Yan Yanqi to the side, but found that her eyes were a little dull, and she didn't know what she was thinking about looking at the TV screen.
Hearing this, Yan Yanqi pursed his lips and hesitated to speak: "I" Dongfang Shiyu and the quiet Beichen Meng on the side all looked at her, some expecting her answer.
"What should I do if I want to make amends?"
Yan Yanqi asked.
Dongfang Shiyu raised his eyebrows, "For example, do some things that the Seventh Master likes" Yan Yanqi frowned, a little dazed: "What does he like?"
"I like you."
It doesn't need to be asked Word 7: "" Oriental poetry winked mysteriously at her.
Yan Yanqi looked at her and suddenly had an ominous premonition.
In the next three hours, Yan Yanqi was taken into the car by Oriental Poetry, and by the way, he also took Beichen Meng.
After that, Yan Yanqi and Beichen Meng have been following Oriental Poetry and shopping a lot of things.
At night, Yan Yanqi stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, her hair in the mirror was still dripping, and the water droplets slipped down her neck and dripped on her collarbone.
She had a bath towel around her.
There is a box on one side of the sink.
Yan Yanqi rubbed the back of his neck with one hand and looked at it sideways.
I saw black lace pajamas lying quietly in the box.
To be precise, it should be erotic pajamas.
Thinking of the afternoon when Dongfang Shiyu pulled himself to buy this, that picture was simply a.
She was looked at like a monkey by the clerk.
Her tall two-meter-eight image suddenly collapsed.
At that time, I actually had the heart to curse.
Helplessly helped his forehead, Yan Yanqi stretched out a finger to hook the sling on it.
It was the first time she had bought such a riotous outfit.
This is almost all hollow design, no different from not wearing, and the Oriental poetry also says that underwear inside is not worn.
Taking a deep breath, Yan Yanqi threw the clothes back, covered the box with a disgusted face, and threw it into the cabinet next to him.
Let her wear it, seriously, it's better to die.
She didn't often wear the clothes of girls from childhood to adulthood, let alone this kind of clothes.
Changing into an ordinary nightdress, Yan Yanqi opened the door and walked out.
Bo Qichen was not at home all day today, saying that there was a banquet, and Nan Yi and Dongfang Bo were all present.
Glancing at the empty bedroom, Yan Yanqi looked at the clock on the wall again, and finally climbed into bed.
Holding her mobile phone, she lay there and looked for Yan'an on WeChat, and then pulled Yan'an online to play games with her.
After playing for nearly half an hour, she heard footsteps outside the door, because there was only one bedroom for Bo Qichen on the fourth floor, and her bedroom next door had been changed to Bo Zimu's bedroom.
So the fourth floor is actually just the three of them.
Ordinary people usually don't dare to come to the fourth floor, and it doesn't look like Bo Zimu when he listens to the footsteps, after all, he is still young, and his steps are not so heavy.
So it can only be Bo Qichen.
Exiting the game, Yan Yanqi said goodnight to Yan An on WeChat, and then turned over and sat up.
The door was pushed open, and Bo Qichen walked in, rubbing his eyebrows while closing the door
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