She glanced at singing, and I don’t know how to sing. She read some malice in that smile.

Is it too much for her to sing and twist her eyebrows?
"Someone in the entrance area is responsible for receiving gifts and giving them."
MuYunZe sound light obviously not interested.
"How can this gift be given to others? I must give it to you personally." Struve reached out and pointed in one direction. "The gift came by himself."
MuYunZe twist eyebrow look down her finger direction in the past, and then face expression froze lips radian also slowly pressure to he didn’t move is staring at the front eyes dark.
Singing along his line of sight.
Less than ten meters away from them, a man wearing a white embroidered lotus cheongsam came walking slowly.
She is absolutely beautiful, her facial features are gorgeous, and her long chestnut hair is tied behind her head with a hairpin. This woman is full of classical charm, not only her dress but also her appearance.
High-fork cheongsam walks with her white and slender thighs looming, which makes people daydream.
Singing in this aspect of appearance has never been concerned about being praised too much since childhood, but it has become the least important thing for her, and she has never felt inferior because of her appearance
But now when that woman is coming here, she suddenly has an indescribable sense of crisis, just like cats are sensitive to the enemy’s territory, and she unconsciously enters a state of alert.
MuYunZe didn’t speak all the time. He looked at the woman and said nothing.
Until she came to the front, bent her lips and whispered "Happy birthday, Yun Ze"
MuYunZe eyes slipped from her face to her hand and then said "thank you" lightly.
Xu Anyan’s hand paused in the middle, and then naturally took back the empty head and started to bend his lips. His voice was gentle and said, "It’s been a long time. You still look the same."
Although I don’t know how many years they have been separated, it’s still the same old story. It’s too fake to sing silently and think less about staying in bed. Mu Yunze is now a master.
"not bad"
MuYunZe neither salty nor light gave these two words without much enthusiasm.
Singing makes me feel better. At least I didn’t behave in such a way in front of Mrs. Mu.
"This young lady looks familiar."
May be from MuYunZe didn’t get anything good, the other party will focus on her.
Before singing, Struve said, "Her name is singing a play."
Section 13
Chapter 149 Seventeen can be sentenced to death
Chapter 149
In the past, the word "drama" was a very humiliating name. According to the theory of three religions and nine streams, it was one of the lowest jobs of nine streams.
Otherwise, how can there be such a saying that there is a sense of drama?
Gao Ge never felt that he was big-hearted, but he also admitted that he was not a special villain.
She doesn’t care about a lot of scolding, but she especially cares about others saying the word "play" in front of her.
Obviously, Struve touched the restricted area.
Her face faded and her eyes were sharp and she stabbed Struve.
"Miss Stuart, can I teach you how to write the word parenting?"
Struve Zheng’s expression suddenly looked ugly. "Who are you talking about?"
Sing a song and pull your lips. "Aren’t you already seated?"
Struve’s face swelled red and she stared at singing, and her eyes seemed to tear her up.
"You bitch, what qualifications do you have to say me! You’re just a joke-making drama. Oh, no, you’re not just laughing, you’re selling yourself, you’re talking to-"
"Shut up!"