Ling Mofeng raised his eyebrows disapprovingly: "Is it strange?

Believe that other people's boyfriends will secretly take pictures of their girlfriends. "

"Then I don't know, I only made you a boyfriend."

Lan Yanxi couldn't help laughing, and her beautiful eyes stared at the photos on the screen without blinking. I have to say that Ling Mofeng's candid photography skills are really not very good. There are several photos that she doesn't even think are very good-looking.

"How did you take such a blurry photo?"

Lan Yanxi pouted, a little dissatisfied that he took such an ugly picture of himself.

Ling Mofeng didn't think it was ugly, and even liked the real her that he secretly photographed.

"I was afraid that you would find out, so the pictures are a bit blurry."

Ling Mofeng answered her truthfully.

Seeing the shyness flashing across his face, Lan Yanxi couldn't help reaching out and hugging him, her pink lips approached his face, and kissed him.

Ling Mofeng tensed up, his eyes darkened a little, turned to look at her, and Lan Yanxi immediately stuck to his thin lips.

She awkwardly rubbed his thin lips twice, and was about to leave.

But the man's heart was on fire, and of course he was unwilling to let her go so easily. He pressed his big palm on the back of her head, and kissed her passionately with his thin lips.

Lan Yanxi kissed him only because of emotion, but at this moment, she was still a little nervous after being kissed so forcefully by him. Two small hands subconsciously grabbed the man's skirt and let him ask for it.

In the office, the atmosphere was rising, and Lan Yanxi felt that his sanity was on the verge of collapse. Suddenly, the landline in the office rang, and Lan Yanxi woke up suddenly, pushed him away quickly, and stood up from his lap.

Ling Mofeng didn't reflect it as quickly as she did, he still had some aftertaste, but the sound of the phone ringing was a bit annoying, so he reached out to answer it.

When Lan Yanxi heard that he was talking about state affairs, she wisely pushed open a door next to her and walked in.

Finding that there was a closet next to it, with five beautiful dresses hanging on it, Lan Yanxi's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help reaching out and pulling it out a few times.

The texture is absolutely excellent, and the color of each dress is very positive. Two of them are beige, and one is white and one is black. The only difference is that the pattern is complicated, and there are many brocade rust patterns embroidered on it. Ordinary people can't stand it.

Just when Lan Yanxi was surprised, Ling Mofeng finished answering the phone, opened the door and walked in.

"Like it?"

Seeing that she was already looking at her, the man couldn't help asking her.

Lan Yanxi immediately looked back at him: "You picked these?"

Ling Mofeng nodded: "Yes, I picked them all."

"Then you picked this one too?"

Lan Yanxi reached out and nodded the retro dress.

Ling Mofeng's eyes froze for a moment, and then he showed a boyish sense of embarrassment: "The last time I passed by an intersection, I saw a screen advertisement in which a woman wore such a dress and thought it looked pretty, so I thought about making one for you, and you must look good in it."

Lan Yanxi couldn't believe that Ling Mofeng still thought other women were pretty?

He still said it in front of her. How stubborn is he?

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