She smiled and held his arm straight: "Thank you."
Xiao Qizi blushed again in an instant, bowed his head and said: "You're welcome, Spring and Sister."
His slender fingers held his sleeves tightly, and he was so shy that he didn't know where to put his fingers.
Xiaoxi continued to sigh: "Sister Spring and Sister, leave!"
It's really worrying, so, he is going to bald as rhubarb!
Forget it, he is still a baby, don't mix the adults.
Chun He led Xiaoxi and Xiao Qizi to go to Xiaoxi's room together.
... ...
The cold wind outside the window.
In the room, there is a hot style, and the aroma of wine and barbecue is intertwined.
Ming Lan Ruo's clothes couldn't look like, and the slender fingers holding the wine glass were stiff and red.
The special -made glazed glass glass is obviously gorgeous and fragile, but it is hard to pinch.
Seeing this, Cang Qiao stretched out her fingers patiently, and said slowly: "Don't hold it so tightly, relax, otherwise you will be sins, and you will cry and scold your seat and don't feel bad for you."
If Ming Lan blushed to get blood, he simply threw the wine glass out, holding the table and shaking his face: "You shut up ... cough ..."
The spicy drinks are still mellow drunk fairy brews ...
Knowing that she touched the wine, I didn't know what she was doing.
She turned his head and stared at him fiercely, but didn't know that she had a pair of moist and tearful eyes--
It is coquettish and fierce, and it will only evoke the thoughts that the bad guys want to bully her.
Cang Qiao squinted, and suddenly she rolled over and pressed under her body.
Wu Fa slipped down from his muscular and fair shoulders, almost in the shadow and breath of her shadow and breath almost like a cloud.
"Little Niangniang really doesn't know how to ... roasted lamb with drunk fairy brews, is it bad? It's good to be drunk ..."
"Cang Qiao ... enough ... let me go, don't ..." The wine was smoked, her head began to confused, and she reached out to scratch him.
He slowly tightened her ten fingers with a smile, watching her blurred little face, whispered and whispered: "Don't drink with a glass?"
His little girl is really delicate and soft, and it is even more desperate to enjoy it.
Having said that, he raised the pure gold jug that raised one side, and laughed: "Since if you don't like it, you don't need a wine glass."
Ming Lanruo had been smoked by alcohol, and his eyes were a little confused, and his eyes looked at him confused and raised the jug: "Huh?"
Then a warm and thick wine rolled all the way from the corners of her lips to the waist, and she sobbed out in a blur: "Oh ..."
Cang Qiao looked at the beauty who was soaked in the wine, wet, delicate and pity, but refused to yield to try to sit up.
He snorted, took a sigh of relief, and pressed her thin waist without politely: "honesty."
Obviously she had been nailed to the table with a knife, and she wanted to run?
He stroked her broken hair on her cheeks for a long finger, and coaxed warmly: "Good, don't drink some alcohol ... how can you stand so long, how can you stand it, this is for you."
If you can grow longer at night, you don't have to send her away.
No need to be separated, even for a moment ...
I don't give up ...
He narrowed his eyes, suddenly a sip of wine, and kissed the girl who sobbed under her sobbing again.
The fine snow outside the window fell to the ground.
The warm yellow and fiery light in the window is cold. This chapter has been completed!