MTL - Nan Chan-Chapter 61 Waiting for rabbit

The sky was stared behind the cool, almost suspected that Lin Lin heard what he said. Who knows that Jing Lin has been staring for a long while, and he has covered the book, and his heart is touching his chest.

Waiting for the day to be completely dark, the courtyard fluttering. The music came to give Chu Lun a medicine, and the two whispered something. Although the sky can't hear the specifics, he knows that he can't let him be heard by this outsider. So the sky was so kindly put the grass fine, copying the stone to the house to find the net Lin.

Jinglin is wearing a stone-blue wide-brimmed shirt today, and the wrists are exposed to the slender fingers and exposed to the night, causing the grass to sway. The book covers the face, but the neck is revealed. The card with beautiful neckline is hidden in the collar of the tight buckle. The stone and the white are in harmony with each other. It is far more attractive than the Chitantan.

The sky refers to the rattan chair, only to see that the chair is silently expanded, twice as big. He rolled over and immersed his arms in the taste of Jinglin. But his size is very large, and the rattan chair that is twice as big is also crowded. The shoulders, legs and legs are all together with the net.

The two quieted for a while, and suddenly listened to the sky and said: "I am following you like this, isn't it a nestling, seeing you as a mother?"

The net lining gave him a foot under the book, and the sky laughed out loudly. He took the book on the face of Jinglin and flipped it over and said, "The thing full of words is on the face, not afraid to keep ink... ...and it’s really printed."

Jing Lin wants to get up, his shoulders are on his shoulders, and he leans over to look at it carefully. His mouth is screaming: "Half face is printed with a whistle, I don't believe you touch."

Net Lin touched the cheeks, and frowned and said: "Not here, I will touch you." The voice fell and grasped the hands of Jing Lin, and said with the index finger, "wipe off for you."

The pale fingertips of the sky were slightly forced on the cheeks of Jinglin, and the red marks were erased. Jing Lin glared at him, and his eyes were squeezed to hold no other things. The sky was rubbed and laughed. At the end, it was not given to Jinglin, and it took a look at the net Lin and then pretended to be a hand. The net cheek cheeks were rubbed hot, and the more he was expressionless, the more the sky felt like he was trying to make him feel distressed and beloved.

Distressed and beloved?

What do you like?

Can't chew it, so I laughed, and my heart really looked at Jinglin as a mother.

In the summer night, the mosquitoes are endless, and they are annoyed around the lanterns. The interior of Chu Lun and the music seems to have fallen asleep, the court is flustered, and even the worms become unsightly.

The sky got a hand and sweated. He pulled the neckline and asked Jing Lin: "The buckle is so tight, is it not hot?"

After the net Lin, the small pillow under the neck was squeezed. He righted up and said, "Not hot."

Cangwu rushed through his collar and said, "Khan is getting wet."

After Lin Lin suddenly touched the neck, she realized that she did not sweat at all. The sky was covered in a chair, and said to Jing Lin: "Sometimes I am a little cold, this day is hot, I am short of water, and I am boring."

Jing Lin said: "The heat is still crowded."

The other side of the sky said, "I am still a juvenile fish. It is normal to leave you alone."

Net Lin couldn't help but give him a foot, and the sky laughed. His shoulders and arms were strong even if they were squatting, and as the laugh became more lazy, the eyes were halfway together.

"I want to come now." The sky was yawning and yawning. "It’s only half a year, but I feel that there are many things in the mountains."

"Being you live longer." Net Lin leaned back and was battered by the breeze, saying, "There will be more if you can't remember."

The sky seems to be sleeping, not answering.

The net Lin blows the night wind and actually feels heavy eyelids. He blinked weakly and saw that the lantern was gone. The broken courtyard is attributed to the moonlight, and the florescence is in the grass. Jing Lin also closed his eyes and fell into a quiet atmosphere. They were all sleeping.

About a moment, there is a shadow infiltrated from outside the hospital. When people come to step on the grass, they are as light as a feather, not a cry. He seemed to reach the door like a ghost, and the door opened. The music inside is falling asleep. When people come to pick up the ropes, they want to tie people.

The grass slammed into the door panel, raised his arms and screamed in detail. It is called the worm flying, shaking the face of the person. The man slammed his sleeves to cover his face and kicked the grass with anger.

Grass fine rolled a circle on the stage and fell to the ground. The comers have already tied the music and won the door. Who knows that the grass in the courtyard is so mad, the hair is generally entangled, and the whole yard is surrounded by water.

People are annoyed: "Dare to block the path of Xiaoye! Plug | your eyes!"

He slaps his hand and beats the grass, but it is tangled and does not give him a seam. He lifted his leg and stepped on the small stool of the music. He saw the stool tumbling and suddenly hit the grass. The grass topped with flowers and flowers, and turned around and ran. It climbed into the wicker chair without a head and brain, and went straight into the gap between the net Lin and the sky.

The back of the sky was itchy, and he blinked at once. The wicker chair underneath is already trapped in the waves, floating like a boat in the hay. He first took out the grass essence in the backhand and was dazzled in the next wave.

When you see the sedge, you have wrapped the whole yard tightly, and then you will be shackled, and a gold pattern will wrap around the side and only rush to the wicker chair.

The sky rolled over and slammed into the net Lin, and said: "Don't shake! Grandpa is seasick!"

The grass is only screaming at the moment, which is what he said. The rattan chair swayed in the grass sea with the waves, and the sky almost spit out.

"Help!" Cang Yu shouted to Jing Lin, "Net... want to vomit..."

Jinglin has already woke up. He grabbed his mouth and nose with his hand and turned his body to sit on the grass. The whole wicker chair was immediately stabilized. He stood on the half of the sky. When he couldn't continue, he noticed that the golden rainstorm was usually slammed, and the rattan chair that was stabilized was almost overwhelmed when the grass was shocked. The sky was white, and he was overwhelmed by the vibrations. The rushing grass under the head rushed down, and he was tightly wrapped around him.

The grass essence has already stunned his head, and the smashing of the grass has caused cracks in the wall, and it has also been ridiculous. He was pressed against the sky, and he was covered in grass and clung to the sky.

"You..." The sky was too snoring. I only thought that Lin Lin had put a few points in his arms. The next two people were really lying on their necks.

The net Lin was bitterly hurt, his pumping voice was hidden in the neck of the sky, and the heat from the back was aroused by the smear of the neck and the scalp was itchy. He wants to turn to the beginning, and Lin Lin wants to turn to the beginning. When the hatchback is smashed, Jing Lin will notice that his lips touched the warmth. He was shocked, and then the warmth wanted to say something, but it was a mixture of lips and teeth.

The wheezing gasps in the throat, sweat swollen along his shackles in the neck of the neck. His palm seems to be stunned | On a group of snow, I can feel myself urging the other side to catalyze the other side, let the net forest melt into a pool of water, and count it in my arms.

Compared with the "Millennium" like the net Lin, the real net Lin makes the sky know the taste. Everything that jumped in his chest could be attributed to the sweetness of this moment. He even fainted his head, but only the temptations of the excitement.

After the net Lin, looking up, the sky is catching up. Jinglin heard the sorrow of the cane chair, as if it could not bear the heat of the full chair. His neckline was soaked, as if he was caught in a thrilling encirclement. The dangerous name called "Cangwu" is pressing hard, drowning the net Lin, calling the net Lin 恍 溺 溺 , , , , , , , , , , , 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼 呼Suck.

The sky is full of him, and the heart is a good person. It turns out that his usual calmness is false. Is it self-deception? How to get rid of it, it’s all about being full of heart!

The grass was squeezed to nowhere to escape, and the flower buds on the top of the head smashed open. It cried and smacked on the cheeks of the two men, carrying the vast collar to call him to save his life.

The sky was sharpened and the ear was sharp, and the corners of his eyes were red and eye-catching. He was as sweaty as he was alive, and he repented when he left the net. The person behind the "squeaky" can't wait, and he can't allow him to continue to use his actions to figure out what he feels.

People come to listen to the music, do not see what is going on in the Qing Dynasty, but are blocked from going to the place and get angry. When he saw the gold pattern, he could not shake the ground.

Grass fine was shaken down on the chair, hurriedly guarding the flowers on his head, for fear that it would fall off the petals.

"Give me the way!" The man said, "Or I burned your ancestors for eighteen generations!"

When he sounded, he listened to the net and screamed coldly. Behind his own cool, he suddenly ducked. Cang Yuquan to his neck, he turned over and blocked, still being smashed back and forth, his arm hurts. He was not convinced, and violently robbed his robes, his legs and feet were as fast as a horror, and he slammed his life. The sky was soaring, and I didn’t want to hate this person. I just thought that this person was not interested!

Although a few people come, they are terribly painful. He snorted a few times and snorted: "You are a bastard! What? How hard!"

The sky felt that the voice was familiar. He folded the man's arms and kneeled on the ground. He gave another foot and said, "I am your grandfather."

"Hey!" The person who was caught was furious and shouted. "I am your grandfather's grandfather!"

"Yes." Cang sneer, my heart still remembers the heat of Jinglin, and now he has a few feet. "Lao's grandfather still doesn't know which way to turn back! You want to be, I will send you a ride. !"

"You dare!" The people underneath kicked their legs and feet. "You dare to hurt me. When you come to Japan, you will marry your grave!"

The sky was really to be laughed at by this popularity. He took the rope from the music and tied it up and threw it in the courtyard.

"Today I will also see how you marry my father's grave!"

Grass fine ran with the wind, jumped on the body of this person and smashed, and turned the flowers on his head back.

Chu Lun coughed fiercely in the middle, and touched the bed and called: "Le Yan, music!"

The music still slept soundly, and the sky threw him into the house, turned and rolled his cuffs and said, "Let Grandpa first look at what you are!"

The lantern under the eaves illuminates, and the sky and the little boy underneath face each other. They screamed in unison: "How are you?!"

Ah Yi grayed his face across the ground and saw it rolling in angrily. He hated: "It's you! You, you, this!"

He screamed at the tip of his tongue and didn't dare to spit it out. He could only get angry in the grass, and his face turned red.

"I want to catch this pen demon!" Ayi couldn't bear it. "You also manage this!! Close your ass!"

The back of the sky is sneer and sneer, and Ah Bing is awkward. He remembered the faint glimpse of the ambiguity in the chaos, and said without thinking: "--I know! You are not ashamed of Jinglin! Come here to kiss me and me! God, big night can also I bumped into it, my hair was sour!"