Vanity's cry, Van Gogh's eyebrows tightened in an instant, her arms slightly raised, wanting to hug her, and finally put it down.

The voice was steady: "How old are they, and they cry when they move."

“...” Vanityton paused, her tears hung on his eyelids, and looked up at him.

Seeing his handsome face, indifferent expression, his heart suddenly fell into the ice cellar.

She reached out and wiped a tear, withdrew from his arms, and turned her head to look behind him with some tension, without seeing Zhong Ruiyi, her face eased a little.

I apologize, "I'm sorry, I just got in a bad mood and dirty your shirt."

Fanny said, with white fingers, pointing to the white shirt wet with tears on his chest.

Van Gogh looked at her, looked at her, and saw the wet, the son looked at her.

The chest became a bit annoyed.

Just to raise her hand to pull their own tie, I saw that Vanity looked cautiously, her hand had not touched the tie, had already taken her hand, and took her to the parking lot.

"You don't have to send me, I'll take a car and get back."

“Then sit in the taxi and cry in the rain sky?”Van Gogh jerked and glanced back at her.

Vanity bowed her head.

But in her heart, is she mumbling, her mess, he must remember so clearly?

Sometimes I laugh at her.

If the expression on his face was too serious, when he said this sentence, he must be particularly like the tongue brother in the TV series, taunting his sister's scene.

He is very kind to others.

“Get in the car.”Van Gogh took her to the underground parking lot, reached out and pulled the car door, and whispered.

Vanity glanced at the car in front of her, did not move, her hands clutching the shoulder strap of her shoulder bag, sliding up and down, "You send me back, where is the clock?"

Van Gogh held a single hand on the door, heard her words, slightly raised his eyes, stared at her for a few seconds, and his lips opened slightly: "I will come back to pick her up in a moment, this is not your matter."

"You are in contact, even if she is my future sister-in-law, how can it matter?"Doing a good job of having a relationship with her sister-in-law in advance is a smart sister should do.”Vanessa’s well-documented analysis.

Van Gogh’s eyebrows tightened, as if unwilling to discuss the subject with her, grabbed her by the shoulder, tucked her into the car, and closed the door!

Go around the driver’s seat and pull the door into the car.

Looking sideways at Vannie in the co-pilot's seat: "Wear a seat belt."

"I don't want to be, I feel bad."Fanny has a temper, well-developed girl, wearing only a pale yellow T-shirt, can not cover the proud curve.

When she said this, with a little pride, her mouth also muttered.

True, and with a silky childishness.

Just simply disliked wearing a seat belt uncomfortable, completely did not think that Van Gogh would suddenly take off his coat and throw it on her, and then cross the hanging area and reach out to pull the seat belt for her.

In her sluggish eyes, she sat back in her position expressionless, but the ears were still quietly stained with a red haze.

Without waiting for Vanity to return to God, the car had been started and quickly pulled out of the parking lot.

Vanity saw the landscape that was passing through the window, and twisted her head again, looking at the person driving next to her, and the atmosphere in the car was dull and breathless.