Chapter 034 don't talk to me, I'm a neat freak.

The rice in the pot was stuffy, while Rose John moved a rattan chair and lay under the vines in the yard. Mottled sunshine sprinkled on her face, the girl lay lazily on it, long eyelashes on her eyelids, like two black swans, how to look at it is a picture of dust. Even the photographer got carried away, and after reacting, he immediately adjusted the camera to give a close-up. This group of shots is so beautiful that even Molly John on one side is so angry that he digs a hole directly in the tree trunk. Rose John didn't look so good before, okay? Once Rose John's temperament was rotten on the street, especially the aesthetic was the scene of a car accident. Every time I wear it, I will be ridiculed by netizens as wearing plastic flowers. It was because of that play that I turned over. She doesn't believe that just one play can make her aesthetic view change dramatically.