I'm not a home person,

He is a passerby..."

Lin Qingxia murmured, tilted her head, and her crystal eyes regained her heroic elegance. Her smile was not as signature as that, but she seemed very friendly.

"I don't like the "Butterfly on the Rainy Night" you filmed, and I don't like the "High-level Animals". But I like your words very much," said Lin Qingxia.

"It's just read in the book." Wu Xiaozu smiled.

"A book like that?"

Lin Qingxia gently waved her slender hand, and through the windshield, the bright and bright "Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard" in the passenger seat was very conspicuous.

“…”

Wu Xiaozu wanted to explain, but saw Lin Qingxia looking at him with a smile. This was unclear. There was no need to explain it.

"For your reading this, I will invite you to have coffee next time I meet you." Lin Qingxia left a polite sentence, and sat down and left again.

Looking at Lin Qingxia's round buttocks and plump waist, she has both a woman's charm and a girlish look. The mature woman seems to be quite flavorful.

Thinking of this, he quickly shook his head. He couldn't afford to provoke Lin Qingxia, a literary youth in 1986.

In the 1970s, she was the heroine written by Qiong Yao.

In the early 1980s, she became a representative of independent women in the New Wave.

In the middle and late 1980s, she became a literary and mature woman again.

The 1990s... like that song, it was so happy.

At this time, Wu Xiaozu felt that he would go crazy.

Lin Qingxia suddenly smiled in the back seat of the flat car. She didn't understand or knew.

She treats him as a strange chatter.

If she knew that she had included him as a friend she had known, he wanted to join her. I wonder how beautiful Lin would feel?
Chapter completed!