MTL - National School Prince Is A Girl-Chapter 1758 The first thousand eight hundred and thirty-six sweet, take you to see your little male god

Chapter 1758, the first thousand eight hundred and thirty-six sweet, take you to see your little male god

The voice didn't know if it was because it was so close to the ear.

There is sand in the low, and it is very magnetic.

The building does not know if young people are like this.

Every word seems to melt into the heart.

Direct people have no way to refuse.

The temperature inside the car is hard to drop.

The feeling of lingering, when he hugged her up, put it on the bed, and squatted down and kissed, everything seemed like a dream that didn't want to wake up.

Only this time, the building is clear.

He does not like her and his gift of value.

The building is somewhat unthinkable.

The next day I also specifically asked friends.

Only got one reply.

"Two possibilities, either the heart is too deep, what a car is, from economic analysis, and you will be able to get more things with you for a long time. If that is the case, such a boy can be considered smart and able to live. I am mad, or I like you too much. People talk to you about your feelings, but you talk to people. You, this person, really... Wait a minute, you are not happy to talk to him?"

The building was "hmm" and didn't talk anymore.

Simply communicate directly.

A message was sent in the past.

"I am sending you a car, are you not happy?"

There was a quick reply over there: "Before you didn't notice its use, it was a bit, the total floor, can't always treat me as a pet, I am your boyfriend."

The floor thought about it, by word: "Is there anything else?"

"What else?" Thinly lying on the bed, one hand stretched out, clutching the faint sunshine, and the eyebrows were twisted. Without her, the sun became more disliking.

After signing a document with a pen in the building, I was free to reply: "Others you don't like."

"A lot." Thinly sent a voice over, deliberately depressed, like being abandoned by the owner: "You eat with other men, let me wait at home, I am not in the mood to sleep."

The building fell down and acted: "Commercial entertainment, there is no way to avoid it."

Sure enough, this answer.

Bo Yin continued, and his voice was sloppy: "Looking at other people playing games, it is an hour."

This is indeed the wrong building. After knowing the silver-haired boy, she has been searching for the video of the other party.

I didn't think there was anything in the game before, but since I knew the man of the spades, every time I saw a teenager in the game, I would like to laugh inexplicably.

Playing the game so handsome, but there is a little tiger's cute feeling.

I don't know if it is her illusion.

"It’s still in the live broadcast of that person.” Bo Yin said here, the voice was more casual: "She doesn't seem to be broadcasting."

The building sneered a little: "I really like jealous."

"Jealous? Her? Not so." Bo Yin said this, hemipleked a look at the pillow in the living room, the bottom of the eyes faint: "I want to take a pillow later, I can take a picture, make a pillow Let you hold."

The building fell in love with his words and did not speak.

"Forget it, or you take a photo, make a pillow and let me hug it." Thin hidden feels more and more intense light, and finally the eyebrows are twisted, moved the position, the voice is low magnetic: "You are not, It’s boring to sleep."

The white finger of the building stopped and snorted: "I will go back early today."

"So obedient." Thin smile, suddenly became angry all around: "Take you to Milan to see your little **** tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)