"Little bitch, he is even more cheap than your mother. In addition to seducing other men, he also dares to use small as a big man. He is so shameless that he thinks you are very fragrant. Do you like him if you are a man? OK, I'll give you ten tomorrow.
A man, fucking woo woo woo woo jerry, you are so cruel, you don't care about me at all."
Classmate Jerry threw a tissue to her, sighed quietly, and said:
"Why do you care about you? She is a little girl who is edible, you can't get along with her. Why, let me arrest her and beat her? Beat her to death? What do you think you should do?"
"I don't care about it anymore"
Fan Shanshan attacked Yin Yijie,[
"Dong, dun, dun"
Fixed frequency and consistent volume.
I held the milk cup and ate, "I'm a little girl who eats milk". Oh no, I didn't want it. At the beginning, Yin Yijie asked me for this with ulterior motives, right? I can't stand it anymore.
He is so talented!
Half of my face was buried in the milk cup, and I paid attention to Fan Shanshan's actions at the corner of my eyes.
The dog is anxious and jumps over the wall. Don’t let Yin Yijie jump up and hit me. That’s amazing.
Putting aside this, I became more and more suspicious. She always said what her mother did? Why don’t I ask? Forget it, I’m stupid. I’m asking who is not good, and I have to ask her for insults.
However, it's not entirely true.
If you ask others, if your mother really has heroic deeds like "hit-up", others will never tell the truth to me, right?
Why don't I ask, she can't spit out ivory in her mouth anyway, right?
"Dong"
Someone knocked on the glass door and came in with a smile. He was thin and feminine, and his eyes were hung high, as if he looked familiar.
"Mr. Yu, lucky to know."
The person who came made someone add some wine again, but I still had a glass of milk.
After touching his stomach, no matter who he came, I remembered to go to the bathroom.
Yin Yijie held a cigarette in his hand, approached the ashtray, raised his index finger, forming a graceful posture, his nails were slightly dark and neatly trimmed, his fingers were slightly hooked, and he slowly popped out obliquely.
This, what gesture is this?
Of course, I know Yin Yijie is making gestures. I am so familiar with him that he is very familiar with him, although he is rarely smoked.
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