President Ling got slapped in the face again today

Not long after, Ling Li ran to the bathroom again, and when he came out, he was covered with wet air-conditioning, and continued to return to his room silently.

At this time, she was lying quietly on the bed, her face was still flushed,

Under the yellowish desk lamp, he looked extraordinarily alluring. He touched his chest, where the dance was still fast, and the spirit seemed to be floating in the air without a point of excitement.

He seems to be closing his eyes, but in fact there are still those lingering pink thoughts in his mind.

In his life, he has really fallen into it. His people are also hers.

Thinking of this, he smiled naturally again, overflowing with happiness and satisfaction on his face.

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After the 'wipe the gun' incident, both of them revealed the matter tacitly. That kind of intimacy with carefulness is sometimes more exciting than generosity and magnanimity. Heart tickling.

The tacit affection circulated between the two. After all, the two parties had agreed that when they entered university, they would openly show off their new identities to the world.

On the day of the college entrance examination, grandma went out of the customs to practice, urging the two to kneel down in front of the newly bought statue of Confucius, and then carefully smoked the lit incense on the two of them.

He Dongwei looked at the old parents in front of her who were doing the trick to her, and she was still muttering, so cutely serious, she couldn't help complaining: "Your old man is a person who has been influenced by new ideas. When will you still believe this? If it really works, Confucius should have told me the answer directly in a dream.”

"Bah bah bah, the child speaks without restraint, the child's words are unscrupulous, blame it, blame it..." Grandma muttered something, and ordered He Dongwei and Ling Li to kneel down to the two high hall spirits,
Talking is a two-pronged approach. If the old man Confucius is too busy, his family will never ignore him.

This time, He Dongwei and Ling Li bowed down honestly and sincerely. After the worship, He Dongwei complained in spite of himself: "Grandma, your behavior is more like asking us to pay homage to the high hall for the second time. Shouldn't the next process be Let me say goodbye to Ah Li?"

Ling Li was not easy to answer, but couldn't help laughing out loud.

"You are becoming more and more dishonest, child." Grandma raised her hand and wanted to give her a stir-fried chestnut, but fortunately she stopped in time and said, "I will clean you up after you finish the exam."

He Dongwei stuck out her tongue playfully, and grandma reminded again: "Are you ready for the exam admission ticket, pencil, eraser, ID card? What else is there? What do I want to say?"

The little old lady scratched her ears and cheeks for a long time, but she couldn't remember what she wanted to say.

He Dongwei reminded very intimately: "And you said you would buy me a car, red, convertible...".

"Oh, I still need to buy a car..." Grandma repeated in a low voice,

Seeing that she was still thinking seriously, He Dongwei immediately ran away fiercely,
Grandma regained consciousness in an instant, and shouted angrily behind her: "When did I say I was going to buy you a car?"

Grandma still didn't give up, and looked at He Dongwei's nimble and sharp figure, "Oh, you are crazy, don't break Ah Li's right hand."

He Dongwei: "...".

How can it be so exaggerated, the sharp hands are not prosthetics.

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The announcement of the closing of the English test for the last subject sounded, and Shi Zhuo felt relieved, and stood at the school gate to welcome the first person from class three to come out.

Unexpectedly, He Dongwei and Ling Li came out at the same time. It seemed that they were playing normally, even super long.

Shi Zhuo felt as if he had taken a reassurance, and Lao Huai patted the shoulders of the two of them with great comfort and said, "You guys, you can do whatever you like in the future. I can't control it. If you think I'm a good person and have good results , remember to inform me in advance to prepare red envelopes for you."

He Dongwei lowered her head shyly, while Ling Li straightened her chest, "I will".

In the evening, the class reunion was held for the last carnival. Zhao Xiaomi organized and reserved a super large KTV box for their first carnival in adulthood.

Yellow soup can be blatantly placed on the table. At this moment, it seems that only wine is the catalyst for them to quickly enter the adult role, but the crazier they are to the end, the more empty their hearts become.

Guo Xiaofeng hugged Zhao Xiaomi presumptuously, and cried out his heartfelt heartfelt tears, while Zhao Xiaomi also patted him on the back very maternally, comforting him with rare tenderness.

In the end, only Ling Li was left awake, and he stuffed those unconscious two- or three-digit bodies into the taxi one by one and watched them leave.

In the end, the big trouble was Mona, she was so drunk that she refused to get in the car, and she had to pull the fierce arm, "You follow me...I order, you follow me",
She was already unable to stand still, and she was about to fall to the ground staggeringly, she subconsciously grabbed the fierce arm, and leaned over, "Why...you always keep a straight face at me, you give me a smile, a smile... ...whatever you want, I will give you."

He Dongwei was already slightly drunk. She was sitting quietly on the side of the road blowing the wind, but when she saw Mona clung to him fiercely, she almost hung on him. come over.

She pushed Mona away very rudely: "You... go away, mine, don't touch it", and then hugged Ling Li tightly to protect the chicken.

Ling Li looked down at her drunken appearance, his heart was so rare, her warm breath came through the thin clothes, he suppressed his evil thoughts, and put her aside.

His face turned cold for an instant, and he picked up Mona who had fallen on the ground. A car happened to stop in front of them.

The driver is a thin man with a big beard and a peaked cap that makes it difficult to see his true face.

Ling Li stuffed Mona into the car, and Mona clung to her unwillingly, saying coquettishly: "Hmm!!! No, it stinks, the car stinks".

She hangs Ling Li's neck and refuses to let go, after she reminded, Ling Li did indeed smell the rancid smell inside the car,
During this process, the driver didn't even open his mouth. Instead, he lowered his peaked cap even more, trying to ask Ling Li, but the driver seemed to turn his face away intentionally or unintentionally.

And very impatiently urged: "It's going to rain, it's not easy to take a taxi, do you still want to sit?"

Strong vigilance is high, this is not born with it, but honed by countless times of malice the day after tomorrow,

The moment he heard the bearded driver speak, a dangerous nerve in him seemed to fluctuate, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

He carried Mona out of the car without hesitation, "I won't sit anymore".

And the moment he carried him out, he glanced at the driver from the direction of the rearview mirror. He was still bowing his head, but the veins on the steering wheel were bulging, and there were large and small bruises on it. In the rearview mirror, two sneaky figures flashed by.

The alarm sounded in his heart, and he could tell with his brain that based on Mona's identity alone, there were many people who wanted to trouble her, and she was so hated, maybe it was her enemies.

He held her aside to prevent her from falling to the ground, and at the same time did not let her approach him. He took out the mobile phone from her bag, directly checked her address book and dialed a number that looked very reliable— — old stuff.

In less than 10 minutes, a black-faced Lincoln extended luxury car appeared immediately, and two strong men in suits and leather shoes got out of it. Without saying a word, they directly carried away the lying dead Mona.

Before leaving, one of the car windows was lowered, and he took a sharp look lightly.

Those were a pair of eyes full of danger. Although they had experienced wind and frost, being stared at by them still gave them the thrill of trembling and chills down the spine.

The two looked at each other, and it was Ling Li who took the lead to move his eyes away, because he turned around, stretched out his arms directly, and picked up He Dongwei who was sitting quietly on the ground, only giving the person behind him an indifferent back view.

The rain in June came as soon as it was said. The downpour was blown head and tail by the cool wind. Ordinary umbrellas were useless at all. They chose to hide from the rain.

He Dongwei and Ling Li hid under the bus stop, she had already been sober for seven or eight minutes, and her hair was a little wet, but luckily Ling Li took off his shirt jacket to keep out the rain, so that the two of them would not be drowned.

The slanting wind came in with the rain again, and he held up his shirt sharply, pulling He Dongwei a little closer, a car passed by, and the splash of water hit the two people's faces.

Responding swiftly, his broad chest was suddenly blocked in front of He Dongwei, holding his clothes against the rain with one hand, and holding He Dongwei in his arms with the other, not even a drop of dirty water could touch her.

He Dongwei was shrouded in a sharp shadow. He faced the billboard at the bus station, and the colorful fluorescent lights blurred his face, making people's mood colorful and colorful, and he couldn't hold back his fascinated eyes.

The atmosphere seemed to start to stagnate, and He Dongwei clearly heard two beats missing from the sharp heartbeat.

He let go of He Dongwei, obviously lowered his head, but only dared to stare at his heels. Instead, He Dongwei bravely raised his head and stared at him for a few seconds.

A gust of cool wind blew, much gentler than at the beginning, and a faint fragrance of lavender lingered between the two of them. I don't know who radiated it, after all, they used the same type of laundry detergent.

At this time, the sense of smell is infinitely magnified, and a small stimulus can easily pull the nerves.

Suddenly, He Dongwei boldly stretched out her hand, hooked her fingers on the sharp hand, and then held it gently again.

Ling Li's palms were scorching hot, not at all like the calm expression on his face, his eyes gradually moved up, crossed the waistline and continued to go up, and his eyes quickly moved away.

He Dongwei is wearing a white shirt dress today, the two are so close, the originally slightly see-through shirt looks even more indescribable under the effect of rain and fog,
Under the white shirt, in the slightly undulating place, the pink mark was already looming, and the visual impact made him consciously shift his gaze.

But He Dongwei obviously felt his palms were hot, but her whole body was stiff, and the pink thought that had been implanted in her mind at some time made her bold again, she swallowed, and scratched her sharp palms intentionally or unintentionally.