Tong Yan did not pay attention to his reaction, and he was still facing himself.

"The most wanted thing to do now, go to South France to buy a manor."

"Occasionally, I will think about it, someone will send me flowers!"

She spoke casually, but Shi Yanyang listened with a heart, especially after her last sentence.

Twilight slightly crossed, the quiet ink gaze quietly staring at her, watching her soft and clear side of the face, his eyes stagnate.

The beauty of the child's face is not the beauty of Fang Chixia's gentleman who can't resist when he sees it.

Tong Yan's facial features are exquisite, but there is no shortage of British spirit, just like her character.

Forming her own characteristics, Shi Yanyang often ignores her and is actually no different from ordinary girls.

Like the average girl, I have to be simple.

This is, the matter of sending flowers depends on imagination?

Shi Yanyang raised a contemptuous corner of her lips and looked at her eyes with a bit of irony.

Tong Yan did not look in his direction, endorsed his own preferences, and continued to start breakfast.

The breakfast she made was Western-style, and it was very simple to prepare. The toast with salad added time and no shortage of nutrition.

Shi Yanyang didn't need her to open her mouth, and sat consciously at the table, and tasted a delicious breakfast.

Tong Yan turned his head and looked at his movements quietly, waiting for his reaction.

She thought that at least he would sneer a few words and dislike it.

However, unexpectedly, Shi Yanyang faintly said, "I like this breakfast."

Tong Yanyi, the hand holding the knife and preparing to cut the bread was so dead.

I decided to watch it for a few seconds on the toast that I had baked. I looked at the appearance without any characteristics. The corner of her eye looked at him slightly. It seemed that he did not agree with him.

Shi Yanyang did not explain too much, slowly swallowing the toast in the mouth, holding the fork in his left hand, and holding the knife in his right hand to continue cutting the toast.

What is made by Tong Yan is not difficult to eat.

However, it is not special to say where it is.

But it is the stomach of Shi Yangyang.

The Fangchi Xia and Luo Yibei couples are still upstairs, and they haven’t been there since the morning.

After the breakfast, Tong Yan was bored and wanted to go down the mountain directly. However, Fang Chi Xia was brought by her, leaving her alone to leave, Tong Yan was a little unbearable.

Tong Yan did not trust her, simply stayed waiting for her.

Shi Yanyang seems to have a special leisure today and has not left.

Tong Yan did not care about him, and spent the whole day busy busy finishing the villa.

What she thinks is that he may soon leave.

It doesn't matter if you don't leave. Fang Chi Xia and Luo Yibei will come out and four people will go down.

But who knows, one morning passed, Shi Yangyang did not go, Fangchi Xialuo Yibei did not come out.

One afternoon passed, Fang Chi Xia and Luo Yibei still did not come out, Shi Yanyang did not leave.

Tong Yan finished all the work, and looked at the lazy Shi Yang Yang on the sofa. She asked nothing, "I don't have to work today?"

"Fortunately!"

"Is there a lot of things in the company?"

"Not at all. There are still piles of piles."

"Why don't you deal with it?" Tong Yan asked him with his words.

The newspaper held in Shi Yanyang’s hand was placed aside, the light drooping light was lifted, and the eyes turned to her, and she fixed her eyes on her for a few seconds. He spit out a word, “I just want to be here. you!"