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Ito stops: [President is really abnormal ~ It's dark blue again ~ This time, I haven't changed it for you. ] (Read)

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‘Hear ~ Her!’

‘The evil hebitai is a victor. ‘Royal Hand washing Hui Zi’ s head leaned on his arms, lowered his head, and stared at his fair and round legs under the black skirt.

The brain unconsciously imagined that the Ito Demon King proudly lifted his chin proudly. At this time, the passionate eyes were full of disdain, as if watching her grass and insects looked at her.

"President, it's really weak ~ I haven't made all my strength yet, you can't do it ~ Miscellaneous fish ~ miscellaneous fish ~"

"Huh ~!"

Royal Hand washed Hui Zi with his arms and covered his stomach, his head smashed on the desk gently, making a noise, which once again attracted everyone's attention.

"Bang"

"Chairman of Royal Hand washed, your cup dropped."

"You see, Royal Hand washing the president is so red, is it a fever?"

"Royal -handwashing classmates, do you want to go to the health room and take a look at your body uncomfortable."

"uh-huh......"

"This female classmate, you send the classmate of the royal hand to the health room, the female classmate, you help the royal handwashing classmates wipe the chairs, the water cups wet the chair."

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In the evening, the blue sky became deep, and the afterglow of the setting sun gradually dyed the magnificent color in the sky. The whole city was bathed in the golden yellow sun, which looked warm and bright.

The students in the school walked towards the school gate, accompanied by three or two, talking and laughing.

"Baichuansen."

Just after cleaning the office of the chairman, I stopped the tool after putting the tool back to the studio, and at a glance, I saw Shirakawa Mika at the corner of the staircase.

"Um?"

Baichuan Mimi raised his head, and at a glance, it locked Ito not far away, and his face could not help but red. These days, I do n’t know why, the more conflict she is. In the evening, I dreamed that Ito did not stop at night, so that she now saw Ito's stop, and she could not help but feel hot and hot.

Ito stopped trotting to Baichuan Mimi, and looked around, and found that no one else had a brilliant arc.

"Meihe Sister ~"

The afterglow of the setting sun was like a golden melting, sprinkled on Ito's stop, and the hazy halo softened the curve on his face, as if adding a layer of filter to him, looking more handsome.

Faced with the substantial hot eyes of Ito's stop condensed, Shirakawa Mihe and some unnaturally skimmed their heads, and the pure white high -heeled shoes twisted around the floor and turned around.

"Ito Jun, I want to be called Sencai at school ..."

The white shirt outlines a soft figure. Under the light -colored professional short skirt, the length is like the beautiful legs of Yuzhu, and the light gray stockings are wrapped around the legs like clouds. Essence

The warm afterh, gently stroking her slightly oblique face, making her gorgeous face softer, as if it was a beautiful flower in the setting sun.

Ito stopped feeling this beauty, and couldn't help but approach her, gently held up Bai Chuan's beauty and soft hand, and said with a smile: "Okay, Meihe Sister ~ No problem, Meihe Sister ~"

"哝 ~ Really, Ito Jun."

Baichuan Mihe dodged his mouth, and couldn't help but stop coquettish towards Ito.

"Hey, let's go back together, Meihe Sister."

After pulling his hand, he found that it was held tightly by Ito, and the lines were motionless. Feeling the warmth of the palm of the palm, Shirakawa Mihe pursed his lips, the pink lips were slightly closed, and if he was about to spit out, it would eventually turn into a soft sound. Answer.

"Um......"

As the sun gradually falls into the horizon, the color of the sky gradually deeper, the city seems to be shrouded in a mysterious veil, and the neon lights also begin to flash, adding a bright color to the city.

Sitting on the co -pilot position on the car on the car, looking at the busy picture of the car, the busy picture of pedestrians hurriedly walked. Ito Tisun was worried about whether it would become like them in the future, and became worried about the lively social animals under the tidy work.

"Ito Jun ~"

"Well, what's wrong? Meihe Sister."

Ito turned his head more and looked at Shirakawa Mika on the driver.

"Iso Jun, can you help Seysea a lot?"

Gently lifting the hair in her ears, Baichuan Mimi and whispered: "This weekend, a man who had a blind date before invited me to go out. Even if I explicitly rejected him on my mobile phone, he kept holding me, not letting me go. And learn about my address from my parents. "

"So, this weekend, can Ito Jun go with Sensea? ...... So, as my boyfriend's status ..."

Chapter 91 Mrs. Yamada can't tell ...

"So, this weekend, can Ito Jun go with Sensea? ...... So, as my boyfriend's status ..."

Baichuan Mimi and Yue said, the more whispered, and the voice was as thin as a mosquito. "Of course! If it is busy, if there is something to be busy, I will not say ..."

Looking up at the still bright red light, Ito stopped stretching, and gently held Shirakawa Midea and soft hands, "Mei He Sister, it's really cute ~"

"What's the matter ~" Blinking his eyes lightly, Bai Chuanmei and shame held his cheeks.

"Miwa, don't worry, leave this to me, I won't embarrass you."

"Well~ don't be so cautious, just come with me to meet that man."

The night was filled with the light of the red light shining on Shirakawa Miwa's face, red, not sure if it was her blush of embarrassment or the halo of the red light.

From Ito Yuezhi's perspective, this was the most beautiful night view on the street at this time.

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The evening breeze blew gently, and the green grass stretched its waist under the bright starry sky, swaying its delicate body with the rhythm of the symphony of branches, performing a night dance.

"Brother Ito." ×2

Walking on a green lawn path, Ito Yuezhi saw two figures downstairs of a familiar building from a distance, they were Ueda Mosawa and Matsushita Masao.

They were waving their hands excitedly, trotting towards Ito Yuezhi, and shouting Ito Yuezhi loudly.

"Ueda, Matsushita, good evening."

"Brother Ito, good evening!" ×2

When they approached, Ito Yuezhi nodded gently to them.

"Brother Ito, I'm honored that you agreed to visit my home."

Masao Matsushita touched his head and grinned a silly smile on his face.

"It's just a visit, not to mention that you helped Xia Ye, and I haven't had time to thank you yet."

"Hehe~ Last time we didn't have time to get there, otherwise those gangsters wouldn't even have the chance to provoke my sister-in-law."

Ueda Moze rubbed his hands, as if he was still savoring the vigorous fight. After all, it was the best record since they became bad guys.

"Oh, by the way, Brother Ito, let's go upstairs first. I'm the only one at home today."

"Well, let's go."

Chatting all the way, Ito Yuezhi came to the downstairs of the building where Masao Matsushita lived.

'Well? 'Standing downstairs, Ito Yuezhi looked at the lawn next to him, and then looked up at the familiar balcony upstairs. 'Mrs. Yamada seems to be a resident of this building, right? '

Although he passed by and stopped here several times, Ito Yuezhi didn't remember the characteristics of this place too carefully.

"Hey, Matsushita."

"Brother Ito, what's wrong?"

Listening to Ueda Moze bragging next to him, Matsushita Masao giggled, and suddenly heard Ito Yuezhi calling him, turned his head, and looked at Ito Yuezhi in confusion.

"Is there a resident named Yamada in your building?"

"Yamada?" Stroking his chin, Matsushita Masao thought for a while, and suddenly made a fist with his right hand and hit the palm of his left hand, "I remember, that beautiful lady's surname is Yamada."

"What's wrong? Brother Ito, do you know Mrs. Yamada?"

"Yeah."

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"......It's just that when I was working part-time, I came home late and encountered a few blind guys who provoked me, and beat them up a few times."

The topics that boys chat about are nothing more than a few, girls, games, food... or some meaningless words, in short, they talk about whatever is mentioned, of course, it is inevitable to beautify themselves.

With the brain circuits of Ueda Mosawa and Matsushita Masao, they always talk about hot-blooded bad words, and Ito Yuezhi just happened to beat up a few gangsters, so he took them as a topic of conversation and hummed and hummed with them.

"Brother Ito, please take us to do justice and fight for justice next night!"

"I will definitely do it next time."

Looking up at the clock, it was already late, Ito Yuezhi stood up and said goodbye to Ueda Mosawa and Matsushita Masao.

"Ueda, Matsushita, it's getting late, I should go home too."

"Okay, Brother Ito, we'll take you home."

Ueda Mosawa and Matsushita Masao also stood up and came to the door, preparing to put on their shoes.

"Just take you here."

Waving his hand, Ito Yuezhi stopped them and left towards the stairs.

"Ghana"

"Goodbye, Brother Ito." ×2

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On the brocade of the night, the bright moonlight was like an elegant painter, gently swaying her soft silver brushstrokes, penetrating the window lattice, and silently sliding into the dark and silent stairwell.

"Tap tap~"

In the silent stairwell, there was only the light footsteps of Ito Yuezhi.

‘Mrs. Yamada seems to live on the third floor. Should I go and see her? Forget it, it’s so late.’ After standing quietly at the staircase on the third floor for a while, Ito Yuezhi gave up his idea and was about to continue walking down the stairs.

“Click”

Just then, the door of the stairwell suddenly opened, and a mature and beautiful woman, holding a bag of garbage in both hands, her plump body slightly leaning forward, staggered into the stairwell.

The garbage seemed to be a bit heavy, and the beautiful woman held it with some effort in both hands. Her slender arms squeezed her soft body into a seductive arc.

This fascinating scenery, so brightly impacted Ito Yuezhi’s vision, Ito Yuezhi couldn’t help but feel the tip of his nose hot.

“Hey!”

Yumiko Yamada put the garbage bag on the ground with great effort, and suddenly found a tall shadow on the ground. She raised her head and saw a frequent visitor in her dream suddenly appeared in front of her.

"......"

Light and shadow interweave, and every ray of light is so delicate, like silk, gently covering Yumiko Yamada with a layer of silver gauze.

Ito Yuezhi couldn't help but be fascinated by the beautiful woman in front of him who exuded the charm of a mature woman.

Her chestnut-colored single ponytail was slung over her shoulders, and the ends of her hair gently stuck to the eye-catching curve.

She wore a cool white shirt and a pink apron. The slender apron straps barely supported the heavy plumpness.

The slightly bulging belly outlined the slender waist, but it could support the plump and round body.

The plump peach stretched the black tight skirt tightly, the plump thighs were straight and slender, the slender calves were wearing a pair of slippers, and the pink toes were as cute as snowballs.

"Ito-kun?"

Blinking her charming eyes, Yamada Yumiko was not sure whether this was a dream or not. In fact, her husband was not at home in recent days.

Lonely, she couldn't help but think of the handsome and tall boy every night. She was deeply fascinated by his strong figure.

What she thought during the day, she thought at night. So recently, after she expended her energy and fell asleep every night, the boy would appear in her dream and press her down roughly.

So she was also a little distressed recently, and had to wash one more piece of clothes every day!

Perhaps Yamada Yumiko was too charming, and the charming and mature wife style perfectly hooked Ito Yuezhi's heart, so that he stared at Yamada Yumiko and forgot to reply.

The moonlight was like water, gently flowing on the texture of the old wood of the escalator, caressing every inch of the worn surface.

Under the guidance of the light, the shadow became soft and deep, and the quiet stairwell seemed a little hazy.

The poetic dialogue between light and shadow seemed to break through the boundary between reality and fantasy, and Yamada Yumiko couldn't tell the difference for a while.

‘No reply...it must have been a dream!’