Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"Go back first, and wait for the notice." Fu Xiu was very irritable now.

Nan Chimo frowned and said nothing.

The sea area to the south is not within his sphere of influence. No matter how long his hands are, he can't reach there. Random movements may cause suspicion from above.

He had asked someone to inquire about it, but the impact of this incident was too great, and the population involved in it was particularly tight. After all, it was personally staring at it. Who would dare to make mistakes?

The two were sitting in the car, Nan Chimo holding the steering wheel: "I didn't expect you to fall in love with a woman in your life."

"Don't you have deep roots in her." Fu Xiu didn't want to be venomous, but now she was unsure of her life or death. She wanted to see that person who had eaten behind closed doors again, feeling irritable. This tone was really not gentle.

"She and I have experienced life and death together, and we met earlier than you, but she chose you." Nan Chimo's words revealed an indescribable self-deprecating force.

Fu Xiu pressed his forehead with his hand, but did not answer.

What should he say? He didn't want to say anything.

If she is not there, he and Nan Chimo have nothing to argue with. There is a lack of oxygen in his mind, and he can't see the scene outside the window uncomfortably.

In the hotel

Those few were there, and when they came back with gloomy faces, they knew that they hadn't asked for any news.

The already silent atmosphere became more and more frustrated and lowered.

The person in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with a Buddhist bead in his hand, didn't know what he was thinking about. Upon closer inspection, he found that his fingertips trembled slightly and his eyes were dark.

The one sitting in the single seat, with cigarettes between his fingertips, his head slightly lowered, his shirt could not block the muscle texture of his body, and a few letter tattoos could be vaguely seen in the slightly open placket. They fell in clusters in the ashtray, very hostile.

Leaning on the side column is a young boy who is very tall, under an inch, has delicate facial features, long hands and long legs. He is the perfect golden ratio for basketball players. Now his eyes are squinted, his brows are frowning, and his irritability is almost impossible. On the forehead.

The person sitting on the lounge chair unconsciously rubbed his fingers against the small rubber band on his wrist, and the love peach was peeling off again. He was supposed to be a very gentle person, and now he was full of depression.

Sitting in the corner is a boy with a naive face. His fingers are very long and beautiful. He is born to hold a paintbrush. He exudes a pure and clean temperament, much like a realistic version of a man, his head drooping is really amazing. Distressed.

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He Nanxian went out to handle official duties.

She can only play in the small lounge by herself.

When you are tired, you will go to bed, and when you wake up, you will play games, and someone will bring you in when your meal is up.

Life like a rice bug is really good.

He Nanxian finished the day's work and habitually opened the door of the lounge. She slept soundly in the quilt.

No information about her is found below.

In fact, he can know her identity as long as he asks Alayi, but he doesn't know why. The further behind, the less he doesn't want to ask Alayi.

Instinctively told himself that he might not be too willing to see such consequences.

Let someone establish a new identity for her, do this first, and talk about future things later.

Seeing her sleeping face, she stretched out her hand and gently moved the strand of hair that was stuck to her face behind her ears.

She seemed to be awakened, wrinkled her cute little nose, and pressed his hand in her arms.

He chuckled and patted her on the back with his other hand: "Hehe, wake up, we should go home."

"Um~so sleepy, brother don't make noise." She turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

Sleeping means getting sleepier the more you sleep.

He Nanxian had no choice but to sit with her here for a while.

Five minutes later, she struggled to get up.

"Go home, brother hug."

This look of opening a little hand and begging for a hug is so cute!

He Nanxian picked her up and put the little **** the chair.

Kneel down, put on socks and shoes for her.

"Will your brother wear shoes and socks for his sister-in-law in the future?" She fixedly looked at He Nanxian.

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