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"I like to see you smile." She imitated Feng Yixuan's usual appearance, and frowned, "Usually Yixuan is like this, it seems that he has a lot of thoughts, and he doesn't seem to be happy. Every time I see Yixuan like this , I would think, did I do something wrong again to make you unhappy. "

The corners of Feng Yixuan's mouth turned up even more, bringing that smile to the extreme.

"Am I usually like this?"

"Yeah, and also, when you're really angry, you're very good at staring!" Lin Kewei changed her expression again, staring coldly at Feng Yixuan as if her eyes were covered in hailstones, "That's it, stare Looking at me, even if I don't speak, I won't be fierce, but this cold look is so scary..." It can kill people invisible.

Feng Yixuan couldn't help laughing at Lin Kewei's imitation. [

First, there was a low muffled smile coming from his chest, and then, as if he couldn't take it anymore, the smile overflowed, and that smile was no longer hooking the corners of his mouth, revealing a row of ceramic-like snow-white teeth.

It was the first time Lin Kewei saw his toothy smile...

His teeth have always been white and neat, like ceramics, and the models in the toothpaste advertisements on TV are all avoided.However, he is usually unsmiling and silent...

Lin Kewei looked at him fascinatedly, if he showed this kind of smile to any woman, it would be irresistible.

Most of the reason why he usually has few women is because he has a cold look all over his body, and there is a dangerous warning message of "don't get close".

During that meal, both of them had a very happy meal.

While eating, Lin Kewei imitated Feng Yixuan's usual speech, actions and expressions, and made Feng Yixuan laugh loudly from time to time.

For the first time, Feng Yixuan discovered that his image in the eyes of others was like this.

Unbelievable.

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However, unlike the joyous atmosphere in Lin Kewei's couple's suite, the other couple's room next door was deadly silent.

Feng Chengling, who forcibly followed in without a female companion, sat alone in front of the dining table covered with roses with a dirty face.

With a firm grip on the palm, a handful of roses were detached from the flower pedicle.

The poor petals crumpled into a crumpled ball in the palm of his hand, and fell to the place where a layer of petals had already been laid in front of his feet.