Chapter 22 - Chapter Twenty-One Cigar City & Ap; Destined
Cut off the city’s bright light and shadow, a section of coastal highway looks silent. The night blurred the coastline’s whereabouts, the shallow sea, the lonely lighthouse, and was thrown behind by a car.
Youyan sits in the back seat and listens to a chat between the two.
No matter what kind of feeling, the most feared thing is always the erosion of passing years.
He and she seem to be doing well, the water is flowing, and the future is expected to be long.
In the mirror, when you saw You Yan’s profile slightly divine, Huai’an’s unspoken hatred suddenly swelled.
“Bai, I’m just yours tonight.” She smiled softly at the corners of her lips, and said, “Flying with the deputy to fly to Cienfuegos tomorrow morning. I can play for a few days, but I haven’t had time to do anything. You have to go back tonight and work hard. That city is your favorite, and I want to take a good look at it. If you stay with me, you are always reluctant. “
“No need to do Raiders.” Gu Yebai said.
Huai’an slightly stunned.
“Contacted an old friend over there and waited for your business to come to an end, he will naturally take you around the city.” He said.
The intimacy with Gu Yebai was not meant to be shown to You Yan, but as soon as he said this, Huai’an was also a bit stunned. He arranged it. I never thought that this man was ready for her trip.
Huai’an felt warm and couldn’t help but reach for Gu Yebai’s hand on the steering wheel.
You Yan was very hurt, and twitched the corners of her mouth, but this time she couldn’t laugh anymore and had to give up.
This small town in Cuba is immaculate. It was said that there were no people on the street, it was quiet and peaceful, and it produced excellent cigars.
He once told her that one day he would take her there, and she said with a playful smile that the small boat passed away and Jiang Hai sent the rest of her life.
He also raised an eyebrow and smiled, Ben Qingjun was gorgeous, and this smile was brilliant.
Putting her chin on top of her head, he said lightly, and it was good to die. There are paintings, there are cigars, there are
She smiled and asked what else.
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“There are talks.”
She was ecstatic, but she pouted, “Who wants to follow you.”
The one floating in the corner of his mouth was a slight smile.
She reached out to pinch his nose, unconsciously holding him tightly in his arms.
“Listening to Susan, the language of the language is extremely poor.”
She was supposed to listen to the sweet words, but he was abducted by him, angry, and said, “Who made the rumor, my sister’s language is good.”
“I haven’t heard a poem before.”
“Of course!” She jawed slightly and snorted.
“That poem is so long, and the drums break, and Bian Qiu makes a goose.” He smiled.
“Lu Cong is white tonight, the month is–” she thought without thinking.
He interrupted her, “Yes, what are you talking about?”
“Lu Cong is white tonight.” She frowned again.
“Lu Cong is white tonight, it is really so good.”
She opened her eyes wide and stared at him.
He narrowed his smile, leaned over her lips, and the rest of the words disappeared into his deep kiss.
“You all have to follow Baba, how can I refuse?”
Road from white tonight. It turned out that this was doomed.