Yao Jiabao could only shake his head and struggle hard. At a glance, he suddenly saw a handsome figure standing at the door. If he hadn't been pinched into a pig's mouth, he would have almost cheered and blinked at Yan Zisong desperately.
,
"The door of Zisong..."
The view from the door was blocked, and only Yan Zisong and several other boys were seen pressing a person on the sofa. The people surrounded could not see clearly, but through the gaps between the bodies of those people
I vaguely saw a yellow dress;
Little did Qin Xiaoman know that it was just the skirt of Jiang Lianzhi sitting next to her;
A room full of men were making obscene noises. Yan Zisong lowered his head, and his face... got closer and closer; what was he doing?
Qin Xiaoman stood at the door dumbfounded, and the paper bag in his hand had already fallen to the ground silently;
It wasn't until Yan Zisong was reminded by Yao Jiabao to look this way that she suddenly came back to her senses.
What on earth was she doing? Why did she come here? Why did she always see this? The panicked girl turned and ran out the door.
On the night when the National Day holiday is about to begin, the streets are bustling with traffic and brightly lit.
Qin Xiaoman didn't know where to go. The flying mood that she couldn't hold back a second ago seemed to be frozen, numb and sour. When Yan Zisong ran out of the horse to catch up with her, this
The lost girl is confused and confused about her direction.
Yan Zisong never expected that she would appear here, and he couldn't even believe his eyes; it wasn't until he confirmed her existence and saw her standing alone on the street with a miserable face that he suddenly realized what was going on.
The reluctant girl was forced back to drink by Yan Zisong. Yao Jiabao stood in front of her with a flattering look on his face and explained the absurd scene just now. Qin Xiaoman couldn't help but blush slightly.
What was she thinking? Why did she become so uncool and arbitrary when Yan Zisong was involved?
She secretly glanced at Yan Zisong who was standing next to her, who was looking at her with a smile and annoyance. Qin Xiaoman glared at him with her mouth bulging - it's all your fault!
The two of them were walking on the street, just like countless couples passing by. He gently held her hand.
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[Isn’t it sweet? Dear girl who is reading this article, have you collected it or not? If you haven’t collected it, drag it out and behead it!!!!]