Slag Girl Illustrated Book

She was flushed with embarrassment, and she saw a handsome guy without a shirt early in the morning. She wrapped a bath towel under her. The sharp eyes and the bulging under her must be an ecstasy.

Tears flowed from the corners of the mouth.

What kind of woman can have such a superb?

Sorry sorry, I think too much.

She looked at the door number again, it was wrong, Ruan Ruan said she was 666!

Then she didn't knock on the wrong door, just like that one.

Could it be that Ruan Ruan called for a special service last night...

Which club is this?

Is the quality of ducks so high now...

Swallowed, swallowed, and breathed out.

Feng Yu went back and knocked on the door.

Fan Qingtong came to open the door, which was a bit irritable, why is this woman again.

"Hello, hello handsome guy!"

This accent-like tone made Fan Qingtong frown impatiently, and he was about to close the door, but was blocked by the woman.

"Is Ruan Ruan inside?" Feng Yu said cautiously, don't look at evil, don't look at evil, emptiness is color, and color is emptiness, oh, my little eyes with nowhere to put!

Fan Qingtong was taken aback: "Are you her friend?"

"right."

"Well, wait a minute." Fan Qingtong banged the door shut.

Feng Yu was a little confused, what's the situation.

Two minutes later the door was opened again, and this time Fan Qingtong was already dressed.

Hey shirt and suit trousers, tut, this male dog waist, this inverted triangle, oh, charming lines, tusk tusk, her little sister will really enjoy it.

Ruan Xihe washes in the bathroom.

"Xiaoyu, sit down first, I'll be fine in a while."

Fan Qingtong went to the bathroom outside to wash.

Feng Yu glanced into the bedroom uncontrollably, tusk tusk, the quilt is not too messy, is it rolling not intense enough, or is there really only wind, snow and moon, no wind and moon?

Mad, so curious!

Three people sit together.

Feng Yu's eyes were sneaky, sometimes looking at Ruan Xihe and sometimes at Fan Qingtong.

There is no strawberry print on Ruan Ruan's neck. This is unscientific. She just saw that this elder brother is magnificent with a brilliant glance, and it is impossible to miss it!

She cleared her throat and just wanted to ask.

"What did you bring?" Ruan Xihe looked at the things on the table.

"Oh, soy milk Xiao Long Bao You Tiao Mo, and tofu nao."

Very Chinese breakfast.

The three people ate around the small coffee table.

Fortunately, the breakfast that Feng Yu brought was large, and it was not enough to eat. It just made the young master Fan Qingtong feel wronged by eating this kind of coarse grains.

Fortunately, Fan Qingtong didn't pick it very much.

Hao Lai can eat anyway.

I was interrupted when I didn't ask, Feng Yu took a bite of fried dough sticks and pretended to speak casually.

"Ruan Ruan, is he your boyfriend?" Feng Yu originally wanted to say how much money you spent on him, but after thinking about it, he was afraid of hurting a man's self-esteem, so he changed his mind and asked.

Ruan Xihe was taken aback, always feeling that Feng Yu asked strangely.

The problem is quite normal, because the expression and tone are weird.

Fan Qingtong also froze for a moment, but what on earth was this woman thinking? He appeared in Ruan Xihe's room early in the morning. Who else could he be if he wasn't her boyfriend?

"Yes." Ruan Xihe replied in the affirmative.

Feng Yu took a look and understood, it really was the duck called.

But in front of a man, it’s hard to ask how much it is for a night, so she said: "How many meters are you boyfriend, Ruan Ruan?"

Don’t all live broadcast platforms say how many meters this product is? How many meters means how much money.

Ruan Xihe was stunned, how many meters? Height?

"188 meters."

"Oh, that's good." Feng Yu nodded, it's good and cheap. You can try it later.

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