The Making of Pretty Boy Troop

  "Xiaxia is really beautiful. And she's got a natural complexion! She looks much better than me." Han Zino nodded and said, "Of course. If you say I'm good-looking, I won't mind either."

  "Bring it here." Han Ziyu stretched out one hand, indicating bring me the phone. I'll take a look myself.

  Han Zino smiled slyly. "100W."

  Han Ziyu turned his head and looked at her. "Zuo Xiaxia's one photo is worth 1 million!?"

  "That's for sure." Han Zino said with a smile.

  Han Ziyu shook his head. "I won't look anymore."

  "Alas. You're a rich old man with tens of millions in private funds, and you're being stingy over just 1 million?!?" Han Zino was too embarrassed to say... Buying a pair of high-end underwear costs several thousand! What's 1 million compared to that?!

  Han Ziyu shook his head again. Don't bother with her!

  Han Zino has surrendered. It's really not worth discussing prices with brother! Brother is very stubborn. Han Zino, you're looking for death by discussing prices with him!

  Han Zino held the tablet and flipped it back and forth, "Found it!"

  Han Ziyu leaned over from one side... Han Zino covered herself with a tablet. "Are you ready? Don't fall in love with Xiaxia..."

  Han Ziyu gave her a speechless white eye. "Sister, is brother the kind of person who likes a girl just by looking at a photo?"

  "YES!" Xie Nuò raised his hands and feet!

  Awesome!

  The tablet was taken away by Han Ziyu just like that...

  Han Zino was caught off guard and watched as his own hands and feet were knocked down by Han Ziyu.

  "I'll translate it myself..." Han Ziyu said speechlessly.

  Han Zino smiled again... "Alright then. You go ahead!"

  "Soul is weak. Xiaxia's album, why did you set a password!" Han Ziyu finally exploded! This damn thing...

  Han Zino ignored him and said, "Bring it here!"

  "Here, here!" Han Ziyu glared at her.

  “0505！”

  "Her birthday?!" Han Ziyu asked, flipping through the photos.

  Han Zino nodded. "Yes. Dragon Boat Festival!"

  "Not bad." Han Ziyu flipped through the photos with a slight smile. "Bring it to Mo Tongxi's birthday party tonight."

  "Cough, cough!" The cold drink she had just taken a sip of went down the wrong pipe for Han Zino. "What?! You want Xiaxia to see her fiancé who's on his deathbed? Won't Xiaxia collapse from that?"

  "Why did it collapse?!" Han Ziyu asked in puzzlement.

  Han Zino speechless... "Brother, I'm asking if you're really stupid or just pretending to be stupid with me."

  Han Ziyu didn't say anything.

  "Didn't they say Mo Tong Xi was going to die... and then he still celebrated his birthday at night!? And he even took Zuo Xia Xia with him! Afterwards... how is this supposed to be explained?" Han Zi Nuo pulled out one sheet... two sheets... three sheets... six sheets... nine sheets...

  Han Ziyu looked at her swallowing saliva. "Zi Nu... you just wiped your mouth. Do you need to use nine paper towels?"

  Han Zino looked at him... "You're counting this too... dizzy."

  "I'll tell Tong Xi about it later," said Han Ziyu.

  Han Zino touched his chin. "It's not certain whether Xiaxia will go or not..."

  "You know her so well. Guess whether she will go..." Han Ziyu was still looking at Xiaoxia's photo, the smile at the corner of his mouth never faded.

  "Don't look anymore!" Han Zino snatched over the tablet "If you keep looking, Xiaxia might become my sister-in-law..."

  Han Ziyu was speechless. What on earth is this dear sister thinking about every day?! Ah, ah, wasn't it said that Mo Tongxi and I are getting engaged tomorrow?! How did it become my sister-in-law?!

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