Chapter 2077

Ouyang is scared to lose color on the face, thing falls, very easy however, she turns round to look at a side, just have a mirror.

In the mirror, what fell on her head was a beautiful wreath!

Purple wreath, cover in her head, above the flowers are made of fresh petals, with her long black hair, in the dim light at night, looking inexplicably beautiful.

"Scared me." She said in a low voice, such a little girl's things, she never had.

Ouyang is a strong woman, living a rough life, these things are too girl, far away from her!

When she turned around, she saw that not far away, many balloons flew up, forming a heart shape in the air.

"Ouyang, Ouyang, you are the most beautiful." On the left and right of the balloon, it says Ouyang, but in the middle, you are not the most beautiful.

She stood under the street lamp, watching the balloon slowly rise, gradually toward the sky, this moment of trance, let her feel like a dream.

"Probably the same name." She said in a low voice, biting the ice sugar gourd, holding the rose and walking forward.

In front is the night market. There are a lot of people coming and going, which is more lively.

"Dangdang." Hearing the sound of jingle coming from behind, Ouyang looked back and saw a bicycle coming towards her. Qiming came to her and asked her.

"Ms. Ouyang, do you want to take a bus?" Ouyang asked.

"Hurry up! You're in a hurry. " He said, reaching out to pull her to the back of the car and riding toward the front.

Ouyang sat at the back of the car and took a careful look at him. He reached out and pulled her little hand around his waist: "hold tight, or I'll drop you. I have to look back."

"Poof." Ouyang, listen, why did he treat her like a three-year-old?

He grabbed the ice sugar gourd from her hand and bit it. He turned to her and said, "well, it's sweet."

"Don't mess with it." Ouyang listen, how also feel that he is teasing himself?

She pinched his waist and Qiming grinned: "what are you afraid of? What's on you that I haven't eaten? "

"..." Ouyang listened and didn't want to talk to him for a moment.

Where the bicycle passed, everyone dodged, leaned to the side and slapped his hand: "so romantic, really romantic!"

"Who said women would rather cry on a BMW than laugh on a bicycle? Isn't that it? "

"That is to say, you men are the most superficial."

Not far away men and women talk, spread to her ears, Ouyang pursed his mouth, looked back, see their eyes full of envy.

Nowadays, many people are in pursuit of fame and wealth. They prefer men who have cars, houses and money. On the contrary, they ignore the truth! Some women think bicycles are vulgar and can't keep up with fashion.

But Qiming creates a romance with this vulgarity. Ouyang sits in the back of the car, puts his little face on his back and whispers, "did you put the balloon?"

"What balloon, I don't know." The man whispered.

Ouyang is so smart, how can he not know? So coincidentally, someone gave her food and flowers on the way? A flower ball fell from the sky, just over her head?

All this must have something to do with the man in front of us!

"Thank you." She said in a low voice, never a woman's posture, instant present, although it is only a moment, but in front of Qiming, she always feel that she can't be stronger.

He took her around a big circle and rode to the far road. It only took him half an hour to get home, but he walked around for two hours.