Chapter 220 The Cold Beauty Who Was Attacked by Everyone (End)
The slightly rebellious young man had already taken off his coat and tied it around his waist, leaving the collar slightly open.
Her hair is a little messy yet artistic, fluttering gently in the breeze.
And those young and bright eyes, like burning a ball of blazing flame, were now staring intently at the tightly closed door of the bookstore.
In his hand, he was holding a bouquet of gorgeous sunflowers, the golden petals were as dazzling as the bright sunshine.
The man standing next to him was wearing a perfectly tailored high-end suit that highlighted his broad shoulders and slender legs, and he exuded an innate aura of superiority.
He raised his chin slightly, his eyes revealing unquestionable confidence and dominance, but his hand holding a large bouquet of Floyd roses tightened slightly, inadvertently revealing the nervousness hidden deep in his heart.
The petals are clustered together layer by layer, their color is as bright as blood, and they are so beautiful that they look like a blush cast by the rising sun.
The rich fragrance of flowers permeated the air, as if forming an invisible layer of fragrant mist.
The man next to him wore a pair of exquisite gold-framed glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses were like the shimmering water of a lake in spring.
He was wearing a retro-style shirt, the light color and delicate texture showed his unique taste;
The lower body is matched with a pair of straight ironed trousers, which perfectly outline the slender legs.
The whole person exudes an elegant aura, like a scholar walking out of an ancient scroll.
Wearing a retro shirt and a pair of straight-ironed trousers, he exudes an elegant aura.
At this moment, he narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the snow-white lily in his hand, his eyes full of tenderness and patience.
He gently stretched out his fingers and carefully stroked the delicate petals of the lily. The lily was pure and flawless, without a single blemish or impurity on the petals.
It quietly exudes a light, elegant and refreshing fragrance, which is elusive but refreshing, just like the love he has been silently guarding, low-key, deep, and long-lasting.
The last man was wearing a white windbreaker in the neo-Chinese style with fluttering sleeves. His eyes were calm and deep, and his whole body exuded a temperament as cold as snow. He was like a heartless and desireless jade Buddha, detached from this world.
The bouquet in his hand was of purple tulips, the flowers were graceful, noble and elegant.
Purple is an extremely cool color, symbolizing mystery and nobility, and even this love seems so unique.
The flower language of purple tulips is endless love and favorite.
It was the love that he was addicted to.
At this time, the edited version of the original "Hey, Are You Moved by Me?" has been online for three years and has been watched by the audience for a long time.
Everyone still enjoys digging out the sweet moments of each CP from corners that have never been shown in the live broadcast.
But there is always regret in my heart.
——Who did their goddess choose in the end?
And today, three years later, this matter finally has a follow-up.
I don't know who posted these four photos of men with very different styles on the Internet.
Someone posted a photo online of four very different but handsome men staring longingly at Qingmeng Bookstore, waiting for someone.
It's an endless entanglement and endless love.
The heated online debate over voting for each CP suddenly died down.
Someone suddenly asked online: That is to say, has no one ever thought that it might be possible for everyone to be together in the end?
The number of likes for this sentence broke the historical high.
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