Watching them cross the street, Sheng Shushu seemed to finally exhale the breath she had unconsciously been holding.
He said he wouldn't let her be troubled.
After seeing each other, did they become strangers?
Zong Zhizhi came to pick up people in his car, and from across the street, he was somewhat puzzled, "Brother Yu, why do I think that girl looks like Miss Sheng?"
The reason he said she looked like was that the girl wasn't wearing makeup.
Denim mini skirt, sleeveless top, pure and simple.
Bright white to the point of eye-catching.
Usually, Zong Zhizhi had seen Sheng Shushu only in heavy makeup; during the time she clung to Brother Yu, to fit the aesthetics of Brother Yu's age, she deliberately wore heavy makeup and dressed maturely, even coquettishly.
Although she looked very pretty, the feeling was different.
Heavy makeup was stunning, eye-catching.
Barefaced, it was disarming.
Xiao Yu looked down at his phone and didn't respond.