After finding the most likely sitting position to slip away, I held the insulation box on the table in my arms, and then replied, "How is that possible? Don't judge a gentleman's abdomen by the heart of a villain?"
What annoying stinky boy, don’t be so insightful and have a chance to die first.
"Oh? Is that true? Are you sitting on the sofa holding the insulation box without putting it in. The sitting position of 100 meters sprinting is your usual sitting position?" He sat on the sofa and raised his feet, pointing out my fingers very bluntly.
Crime.
"I like it, can't it?" I raised my chin and said proudly, "I like to sit like this, I want you to care!"
"Of course." He smiled, pulling my back collar surprisingly, looking at ease."[
"Hey!" I struggled for a long time, and finally surrendered, admitting that the defeat was due to the physiological disparity. This is the benefit of boys. Humph, they are more powerful. "What do you want?"
"It's very simple." He hung his hands on the back of the sofa and shrugged, saying it was as simple as eating, "You will have to be as you pass it in the next three years."
I gritted my teeth - were you mistaken?! What does it mean that you have to be there for the next three years? He thought I was a 24-hour personal nanny or a bodyguard in the Lan family? I really wanted to punch him into the Pacific Ocean!
A arrogant and arrogant pig!
Of course, these words cannot be said. I don’t think I’m too long and I just scolded the minister of Yuanhai Academy as a pig. If I don’t get tortured until my flesh is separated, I will be able to see ghosts. Minister Lan’s gloomy deeds are not the best.
The sky spreads in Yuanhai Academy.
"Senior." I laughed dryly, put the insulation box on my chin as a request, "It's just a photo frame, don't be so serious." If he dares to insist on this, I will love the floor where I learned to be together for three years,
Apply oily immediately to walk as far as you can. At worst, you can avoid him from now on and treat him as if he doesn't know him.
But why does this thought make me feel very uncomfortable when I think of it? It seems that my stomach acid is rolling with depression? Could it be that I was being masochistic?
"Uh." He touched his chin and flicked his shuttle. After a while, he finally made a decision and announced to me: "I think."
"What do you think?" I looked at him expectantly and said the next thing for him, "Did you forget it?"