Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Ruan Xihe didn't shirk, Fan Qingtong was fishing for her, isn't she also raising small fish.

Then it depends on who can play better than who, and who plays more like it!

Fan Qingtong moved closer to Ruan Xihe by changing his position.

She could smell the faint smell of tobacco on him.

The black silk shirt, the slightly opened neckline, the harmony of the prodigal son and the gentleman's gentleness is just right.

Ruan Xihe also had to admit that being a scumbag really requires capital.

Fan Qingtong looks like this, if it weren't for her, she would probably be a scum, and the little girl would never run away.

The kind of heartbeat that you know that he is bad, but can't open your eyes, is really not something ordinary scumbags can do.

What's more, this thing is scumbag, but if you control voice, face control, and hand control, he can satisfy you.

For example, now, he is tapping lightly on the bar with one hand and holding a wine glass in the other. His fingers are distinct, slender and well-proportioned.

The bartender makes a good-looking wine, but after putting his hand on it, you don't know whether to praise the good-looking wine or the hand.

Very attractive, a bit lusty, a bit lust.

The love of a girl’s family is often a moment, very simple.

"Add a WeChat, stay in Nancheng for a few days, it is considered acquaintance, let you play."

His series are quite smooth, non-greasy, and completely natural.

The girl hesitated a little.

"It's okay if you don't add it, but I really don't have any bad intentions, that is, you are young and look like my sister, and you don't consciously want to take care of you a little bit more."

Fan Qingtong's words became increasingly shameless.

You see in this society, boys are so good, as soon as they have money, they want to take care of a few more girls, and the bigger ones want to give all their beautiful sisters a home.

But when it comes to this, Ruan Xihe took out his mobile phone and added WeChat to Fan Qingtong.

He sent his name to Ruan Xihe.

Naturally, Ruan Xihe also had to report to his family.

"Call you Sister Ruan Ruan, the name is really nice."

His praise came.

It’s always right for a man to be sweet. Women, no matter how old they are, are willing to listen to others boasting about their beauty, and the beautiful words of a beautiful man are even more beautiful.

But look, the word sister is really worthless.

Ruan Xi and the bottom of their hearts sneered, this kind of evenly matched collision is really interesting, I hope this can be slower, slower to fall, she hasn't had the urge to be a man for a long time.

"Nancheng is nothing fun, either." The little girl lazily tucked her eyelids, half-lifting her face to lively, lusty, raw, and fragrant.

She seemed to be interested.

In fact, Ruan Xihe has never been to this place, but she grew up in this place.

"Then you will find out tomorrow, and take you to play something different." He was very natural from start to finish.

Obviously the two people have known each other for less than three hours.

Fan Qingtong’s friends over there saw him never coming back, so they asked someone to come over and have a look.

Zhuo Yao came over with the wine, he wanted to see what kind of fairy could keep this young master from coming back.

Stepping closer, he happened to meet Ruan Xihe's raised eyes.

Gan!