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Standing in the background and waiting, Yun was still a little nervous to think about it.

Both Deng Yang and He Wei cheered her, saying that she must be stunning the audience today.

Yun thought that he couldn't help but took the phone and looked at the time, and found a corner where no one noticed, and gave Song Mian a video to show him what she looks like now.

Although there must be news reports tomorrow, Yun thinks he can see it now, but Song Mian missed it.

Yun thought a little bit lost, and put the skirt out of the dressing room, and soon it was her turn to appear.

She followed the rhythm and pulled the silk to practice thousands of times. The kind of gentleness and gentleness with a little temptation ambiguous. Her snow-like skin and green dress are like a piece of beautifully carved jade, which makes you look away.

When she reached the end, she unexpectedly ran into a pair of charming purple-black eyes.

At that moment her smile was as beautiful as a lotus blooming in a leaf, and the joy of happiness made her look charming and charming.

As she turned around, she danced with silk, the gauze fluttered, and the light sprinkled a thin layer of starlight on her body.

She walked away slowly in a ray of light like this, taking away everyone's eyes.

When the show was over, all the models came out and stood in two rows. Deng Yang took her hand from the middle to the stage and thanked everyone.

Thunderous applause let her and Deng Yang know that this time the show was very successful.

Yun thought about the reporter who had escaped everyone. After changing his clothes, he couldn't even remove his makeup and hurried out.

She didn't dare to take the elevator, so she walked up the stairs. When she reached the bottom, she suddenly stretched out a hand and pulled her aside. The familiar breath calmed her flustered heart. It was too late to make a sound, and her lips were warm.

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Yun thinks about missing!

The fashion week is not yet over. When Yun thinks about the stunning first show, countless people want to interview Yun think about it. Even the organizer of the fashion week can't contact Yun think about it. Her agent just said she A little cold, need to rest.

Yun, who needs a break, thinks about it. She didn't know that she made headlines because of Fashion Week. At this moment, she and Song Mian are intoxicated, and every place is like a beautiful city of sky like oil painting.

This uninhabited castle is hidden in the white mist, covering all the birds and flowers. Only when you walk in can you see the hidden beauty of its gray exterior.

"It's so beautiful here, I like it so much?" Yun thought about running on the pedestrian bridge and turned to smile at Song Mian.

Today she wore a rose-red knee-length shirt dress with a black belt and flowing ribbons on the short cuffs. She wore a red beret with a black crown on her head, which was very charming.

With a smile like this, even Song Mian flashed, and she ran back, grabbing Song Mian's hand, and behind it was the old castle under the blue sky and white clouds: "You take a picture of me, and hold your hand with me take a photo of."

Nowadays, popular couple photos are such that the woman is holding the man’s hand, and the man has only one hand in the mirror, as if pulling him to run, she smiles brightly and dazzlingly.

Entering the ancient city, Yun thinks about seeing a lot of cats, can't help crouching down to tease, and Song Mian captures her beautiful moment.

"Unfortunately, it is not the season when wisteria is in full bloom, otherwise it must be more beautiful here." Yun thought about seeing the wisteria that was like a waterfall, but it did not bloom.

"You like it, I will accompany you again next year." Song Mian wrapped her shoulders.

Yun thinks about it and bends his eyes: "No, there are countless landscapes in the world, how can you read them all, and sometimes leave a little regret, can you remember the infinite, right?"

Song Mian nodded with a smile: "Girlfriend always contains philosophy."

"Please call me cloud · philosopher · think." Yun thinks about the pretentious look of the pretend.

Song Mian was also amused at once. The two enjoyed a good time in the city of the sky. Fortunately, it was not particularly large. They didn’t stay for a long time, and they didn’t know how Song Mian arranged it. People, just happened to stagger with them, and Song Mianyou drove her to take her to admire Lake Seine.

"Is that all RVs by the lake?" Yun thinks a little uncertain. Although he doesn't doubt his line of sight, he has never seen so many RVs gathered together, at least a dozen.

"People here like to come here on vacation in a RV, and they usually stay for about a month." Song Mianwei explained to Yunyun.

"One month!" Yun thought about looking around, as if there were no recreational facilities besides the beautiful lake, "How can I stand it?"

"I'm also curious, so let's try it." Song Mian's car drove directly over. There was a parked RV with a place to store the car. You can drive the car into the car.

Then, like an underground parking lot, you can follow the stairs to the RV. The location of the RV is particularly good, very close to the lake, standing above and looking at it, I thought I was on the boat.

As soon as the window opened, the sea breeze was quietly blowing, and the whole person felt relaxed.

Yun thinks about seeing someone sitting on the lake holding an umbrella and blowing her hair. She also wants to go very much, but her occupation does not allow it.

"There is also an open-air balcony on the upper floor." Song Mian came up and looked at Yun Xiangxiang with one hand supporting her chin, and with a longing look, she knew what she was thinking.

Yun thinks that as soon as his eyes light up, Zhe Zhe ran to the top. Sure enough, there was a balcony, and he put an umbrella and put a lounge chair.

Yun thought about sitting up, straightening his legs, leaning on a soft tied pillow, closing his eyes and blowing the sea breeze.

God, that feeling, really indescribable, is just one word: comfortable!

No wonder these people want to stay here for a month, she thinks she can too!

Even with her eyes closed, she fell asleep unconsciously, and she didn't even feel when Song Mian came up and put a thin blanket on her.

She was awakened by the tempting fragrance again, opened her eyes and ran down, walked into the kitchen, and stared at the plate of orange-like things beside her.

Stretching out his hand to grasp, but first being held by Song Mian, who was still doing things, pressed his wrist: "Wash your hands."

Yun thinks of taking back her claws, not only washing her hands, but also washing again. When she comes out, the food has been brought to the balcony.

At this time, the sky has dimmed, and the not-so-bright stars are looming. The setting sun gives the lake a layer of orange-red light. There is a beloved person by the side, and there are delicious food to enjoy. It is simply a fairy day!

Especially the thing that Yun Xiang thinks of as an orange is the fried rice ball with Italian specialties.

Roll the fried rice **** with bread crumbs, filled with lobster, mushrooms, meat foam, cheese, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, crispy and delicious, Yun thinks about eating the mouth full of oil!