Slag Girl Illustrated Book

She closed her beautiful eyes and put her arms on her chest: "No, please."

Fan Qingtong didn't have any compulsive hobbies, so he closed his hands.

She just put on her clothes and finished packing.

The two of them sat on the wicker chairs to eat, and he took out everything they ate, and put them on the small round table outside.

Both of them had their mobile phones on the table.

"Buzzing..." Ruan Xi and the phone vibrated.

She glanced, not caring much.

Unexpectedly, the call came in after a while.

There are people here. Ruan Xihe doesn't want to answer the phone. After all, the two are so close now, the mobile phone does not have such a good sound insulation effect.

Fan Qingtong looked at Ruan Xihe's mobile phone: "Why don't you answer the phone."

"Selling houses, don't pick them up." Ruan Xihe said without blushing and heartbeat.

Fan Qingtong didn't take it seriously, but after the first vibration, her phone began to vibrate again.

She still didn't answer.

After two or three times like this, Fan Qingtong felt stunned. She was embarrassed to pick up her feelings. Two hundred percent were men, and she had a good relationship with her.

"Isn't it the one who sells the house?"

"Well, brother." Ruan Xihe said.

"It's okay, you can pick it up, I don't mind." He said.

It's not that he is afraid of whether he minds or not. Ruan Xihe is afraid that he will be jealous and go crazy. After all, boys are quite possessive. It doesn't matter if this girl is his girlfriend, as long as she has a relationship, she has kissed her. Hugging or holding, the possessiveness can't run away.

Now that you behave so generously, Ruan Xihe is not welcome. If you are not asked to become the king of vinegar in Nancheng today, Ruan Xihe's name is written upside down.

Luo Tianjiao's call.

As soon as I answered the answer, my younger brother’s sunny, vigorous, and a little coquettish voice: "Sister, miss you, when will you come back and give me a make-up lesson?"

Fan Qingtong had a meal with his eating hand, this **** **** brother, love brother.

"Tomorrow afternoon."

"Sister, I went to the gym a few days ago, and the coach said that my muscles are very beautiful. When you finish the lesson tomorrow, I will show you."

After hearing this sentence, Fan Qingtong put it down earlier.

Looking at Ruan Xihe blankly, but he didn't expect that Ruan Xihe actually answered a good word.

For the first time in so many years, he faced this extremely uncomfortable emotion.

"Is my sister eating breakfast?" Luo Tianjiao heard the sound of a knife and fork.

"Well, eat breakfast."

"Listen to the sound, there is someone else next to my sister?" Fan Qingtong did make a sound when she moved the chair just now.

"Well, there are still people."

"Who?"

Ruan Xihe looked at Fan Qingtong, and the other party was also waiting for Ruan Xihe's answer.

She suddenly raised the corner of her mouth, and her voice was very gentle: "A younger sister."