"I might be really, but he doesn't know himself, okay, the words are home, what are you going to do?"
Wen Sitian has long thought about it, but I have never made up their minds.
"I know, Lin Yuning has passed, and I can't stay in the company all the time. I will report him. In the future, the company’s senior management will worry about me. Those people may not be clean.
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"This is, as soon as the general family checked the resume or inquire, knowing that you have reported reports before, you will praise you as a company on the surface. In fact, no one will hire you."
So even if you report it now, you must prepare for psychological preparations. It is not possible to go casually.
There must be a psychological preparation of everything.
Wen Sitian took a deep breath, as if thinking about it for a long time, and finally decided today.
"I still open a studio, continue to draw my paintings, re -fuck the old industry."
He Yan shook his head helplessly, but he felt very happy. This was what he always wanted to do.
"Some people, I did n’t listen to what I said before. Now I know that the workplace is not easy to mix, and I have to touch the nails, so I promised."
Wen Sitian raised his fist: "Do you deliberately ridicule me?"
"Dare to ridicule you? You are the ancestors of our family."
He Yanyi took her little body in her arms, and wanted to hug his world.
Wen Sitian raised his head: "I remember if your birthday is your birthday?"
He Yan was surprised, and spoiled her nose.
"It's really not easy to remember my birthday."
Wen Sitian slammed on his waist fiercely: "Can you die if you don't?"
He Yan held her face with both hands, her eyes knew heat, and Wen Sitian seemed to be able to feel his temperature and the delicateness of the atmosphere.
He watched the girl he thought about, thinking that she was crying outside, and his heart hurt.
Holding her face and kissed and kissed, looking at the treasure, Wen Sitian closed his eyes subconsciously.
So the distance, the lingering atmosphere of the heating up, is a scene like a dream. He Yanyi's eyes darkened, staring at her lips, and suddenly dumb.
"Open your mouth."
Wen Sitian's mind was white at the moment, and he really listened to him, the red lips were slightly opened.
He Yanyi's lips were satisfied: "It's really a good girl."
His fingertips stunned her wrist and moved her clothes on her own clothes. His eyes were slightly converged, stained with a little bit of water, and the sound was low.
"A little uncomfortable, help me."
Wen Sitian's body was a bit stiff, dare not move, and said thinly.
"Can you back to the room?"
"good."
His head was buried in her neck, and her thin hair swept across her skin, itchy.
Then Wen Sitian was dragged directly, she was taken aback, and she lifted her heart. He Yanyi whispered in her ear.
"Hook my waist."
She had her legs hooking him, and she really stabilized.
As soon as she returned to the room, she was against the wall. He seemed to be a flood dyke, and the public situation was fierce. There was no chance to make her series.
Wen Sitian was tossed until four o'clock in the middle of the night. When he was watching He Yanyi, he was still full of energy. The man was sitting beside the bed and was smoking.
Ascending, He Yan looked at that kind of one by one. After taking off his clothes, his figure and face value can make women scream.
It seems to be a artwork that God is carefully carved.
As soon as He Yan came back, she looked at her lightly, and the manga on her face had not completely faded. He remembered what she just looked like, and leaned over sideways.
"It is said that they are familiar with life and two times, why have you been so many times?
In order to make herself not too much face, Wen Sitian could only say it with a scalp.
"If I let go, I'm afraid you can't bear it."
He Yanyi was interested in her answer.
"Then you talk, what do you look like, or let's try it now?"
Speaking of others and preparing to pour it forward, this can scare Wen Sitian enough, and reaching for him to push him.
"Don't, even if it is now."
"It's okay, I will let you play, I won't move."
In the gap between He Yanyi, people have already died Wen Sitian.
Wen Sitian was afraid that he would arouse his hopes again, and he probably didn't have to get out of bed tomorrow.
She waved her hand busy: "No, I'm too tired today."
Let's let go, she let go of a ghost. Every time this man has to open his eyes, do you know how difficult it is to open his eyes.
But he just enjoyed it.
He Yanyi was actually funny. Now wherever she is forbidden to toss, he is already recycling, otherwise she still has the strength to talk to herself here.
He finally kissed on her face.
"Thomulously tossing, I'm afraid I will not come to bed tomorrow."
Afterwards, He Yan went to take a bath, then went in for a minute, and then asked her.
"Wash it together."
"No."
Wen Sitian remembered the last time that he said a good bath, but he was deceived by him again. He also pressed her on the mirror ...
Keke.
She just remembered that the picture felt blushing and heartbeat.
He Yan came over, and then pulled her slender ankle and pulled it in front of him.
"This time it must be a good bath, and you should have no such strength to wash it yourself now?"
He saw that she had just wanted to sleep just now.
Originally, He Yan didn't say a bath together, Wen Sitian felt that he couldn't get up, but when he said, he immediately came to the spirit.
"Yes, I have the strength to wash myself, I will wash it now."
Wen Sitian hurriedly got up from the bed into the bathroom to take a bath. He Yanyi saw her panic, and couldn't help laughing.
She is really ...
cute.
After Wen Sitian came out, He Yan took her hair to her, and then went to take a bath.
And Ye Qing and Wang Cheng and Wang Cheng sat on the sofa stupidly, silent for a long time.
Wang Cheng did not have the experience of contacting women. He didn't even talk about love, let alone live under the roof with women, and his nervous palms were sweating immediately.
Although Ye Qing has been in contact with a man, there is no way to take Wang Cheng's restraint.
The atmosphere is a bit stiff.
She felt that if two people continued to sit like this, I was afraid that it would be dawn.
"That ... Wang Cheng, don't you go to take a bath first."
"Ah ..." When Wang Cheng heard a bath, his eyes widened, almost reflected shook his head, "I ... I don't have to wash, you go."
Ye Qing took a sigh of relief, probably hate this atmosphere too much. She couldn't help saying.
"I won't eat you, can you be a little bit naturally, I don't know if I think I want to bully you."