To You, My Beloved

What is suddenly enlightened, what is the future, what is the future, what is the east, she is the sun...

It is so literary and profound.

Tang Shi felt that his head hurt a bit and couldn't control it.

In the bottom of his heart, there was a thought that wanted to button President Wang's eyes.

President Wang, who is totally unaware of the danger of his own eyes, can’t wait to grow his eyes on Gu Qingcheng, and even to this murderer who is full of murderous eyes, continue to share his strong appreciation of his artistic and artistic colors: "I never saw For such a perfect woman, her height is just right, one point increase is too long, one point decrease is too short. Beautiful eyes are eager, and she is beautiful. Such a look is really suitable for heavy makeup and light makeup."

When Mr. Wang talked about this, Cheng Freehand seemed to call Gu Qingcheng, and Gu Qingcheng turned his head slightly, and smiled at Cheng Freehand.

When President Wang saw this scene, the brilliance in his eyes was astonishing. He held up his glass with excitement and drank the wine in one shot. He stared at Gu Qingcheng on the dance floor with a slightly strong tone: "Looking back and smiling. , There is no color on the scene...the world is beautiful, the world is beautiful!"

In the Tang Dynasty, when President Wang heard the words describing beautiful women in ancient poems, he wished to describe Gu Qingcheng's body. He had not only a headache, but also his stomach, heart, and lungs. He continued to sigh when he heard President Wang. After two sounds of "worldly beauty", Tang Shi's whole body seemed to be filled with needles, and there was a dense and uncontrollable pain.

Before Tang Shi had clarified the pain, President Wang on the side spoke again, but this time, he praised Gu Qingcheng's words, but he said to him: "This woman is really three hundred and sixty. Ten degrees has no dead ends. The average beauty has been staring for a long time and can always find some flaws, but she makes people more and more amazed. This shows that she is one in a hundred, no, just in case..." Wang always thought After thinking about it, I changed another word: "A rare beauty, do you think it's Mr. Tang?"

Tang Shi stared at Gu Qingcheng on the dance floor. Hearing Mr. Wang’s last words for verification, a chuckle appeared on the corners of his lips. The voice of his mouth was flat and casual: "Really?"

Tang Shi’s casual tone made Wang always feel that the goddess in his mind was contemptuous. He was a little angry, and finally he was willing to move the gaze that had always been on Gu Qingcheng to Tang Shi’s. He raised his hand earnestly, pointed at Gu Qingcheng, and verified it again: "I'm talking about that beauty, the beauty of peerless beauty, right?"

At the moment when President Wang turned his head to look at himself, Tang Shi had already taken his gaze back from Gu Qingcheng.