Prince's Substitute Bride Is A Double-face novel Chapter 117

Touching his chin, James was very satisfied with her outfit, which made her look fresh and graceful.

The perfect design fit her slender figure.

Satisfied, he nodded. He seldom sighed sincerely like this.

"Do you like it?" Emily looked at him intently.

"Well, it's so beautiful. My baby is so beautiful." James stood up and put his arms around her slender waist. He praised sincerely.

Emily lowered her head shyly. It was the first time in her life that she had worn such a beautiful dress. It was really the first time.

Standing in front of the tall mirror, she turned around and found herself so beautiful.

"You can wear this tomorrow to shock everyone." Holding her in his arms, James sat down.

"But I don't know what project I can get. I don't know anything. I will definitely lose."

"You are my goddess of luck. I believe you will be lucky." James patted her on her naked back to make her feel relieved.

"Okay."

The second day was Friday.

The classes of Holy Sakura School was supposed to be over at five o'clock in the afternoon, but the school gate was not as lively as usual. Only a few people left the school.

Most of the students gathered in three or two, discussing something intensely.

Some people entered the hall after dinner.

This time, it was not only a selection competition for the president of the student, but also a draw show brought by those big players.

It was not because how wonderful these shows were, but because those who were often unlucky would draw the most bad things for themselves. Their performances on the stage were all kinds of strange and funny performances, making the whole audience laugh.

This was the most interesting point.

At six o'clock in the evening, James and Emily were having dinner in a western restaurant leisurely. Although he was very calm, Emily had no appetite.

She was so nervous because she was afraid of embarrassment on the stage.

"Are you nervous?" James held her hand and found that it was full of sweat.

"No, no. how can I be nervous? Who am I?" Emily said stubbornly. All this had been reflected in James' mind. How could she escape from his eyes?

"Let's go to a place." Suddenly, James took her hand and walked out.

"Where are we going? I haven't put on makeup yet. It's about seven o'clock. " Emily complained behind him.

"No hurry. I'll take you to this place first." James stubbornly dragged her out of the restaurant.

They came to an empty and abandoned place behind the south wall of the teaching building. The wall was painted with all kinds of messy things and words. It was so interesting.

Emily stared at the wall curiously and found that the words on it were so interesting.

"I found this wall by accident. Later, the school blocked it in order to protect the school's public property. But today, this wall is for you. You can draw whatever you want to say and release your pressure." A black oil brush appeared in James' hand and was handed to her.

"Wow, you even prepared this. I thought you, a young master, didn't know these things." Emily was more than surprised. She really didn't know this guy well. After she understood him more, she really found that he was so romantic.

"Don't look down upon me." James was not convinced.

"Well, I don't look down upon you. What should I write? James is a stupid pig? "

"How dare you?" James' face darkened. How could she write insulting words on the wall? It was absolutely not allowed.

"Well, I'll write that I'm a stupid pig, okay?" Emily was about to write down "Emily" on the wall.

Only then did she find that she almost made a mistake. She couldn't write in this way. She had lost her real name.

Her name was Shirley now.

"Idiot, do you really write it? Shouldn't you write something to express your love? "

"Well, what kind of words?" For a moment, Emily was dumbfounded.

"Are you really silly or are you pretending to be?" James stared at her with his red eyes.

"I'm not silly. You should write first." Emily handed him the pen.

"Well, can you write it if I write it?" James was as stubborn as a child, eager to get candies.

"Yes, of course I will. Just write it." Urged Emily. Time was running out.

"Well, I'll write it first. Am I afraid of you?" James quickly wrote a series of words on the wall, which were particularly distinctive, forceful and powerful.

Emily leaned over and saw a string of words on it, "Shirley, I will love you all my life."

"That's it?" Emily asked, pouting.

"I haven't made up my mind yet. I'll write it again when I have time. Don't let anyone wipe the words on this wall in the future."

"Well, I'll also write one sentence and add to it later." Emily was afraid that she would never have a future with him. Would he bring the real Shirley here to add later words?

"James, I'll stick to you for the rest of my life."

The two sentences were closely together. The boy's handwriting was forceful, and the girl's handwriting was beautiful and fresh.