Chapter 362 Let her come to meet me at the seaside
After taking a shower and applying the facial mask, Mr. Han returned to the master bedroom with his small waist twisted.
She also deliberately ran to the camp bed to open the curtains, her voluptuous figure, and her juices that juiced up like a peach when pinched.
Mr. Han feels that he is beautiful and attractive.
Peeking out of the corner of my eye, I found Brother Zhang focusing on watching the live broadcast, his eyes widened.
Mr. Han snorted and lost all interest.
Will you die just by looking at it?
A pretty beauty with not enough skin is dangling in front of your eyes without looking at it. You have to look at technology and ruthless work?
Are wildflowers really that fragrant?
Xuebao climbed onto the bed angrily and said flatly: "Brother Zhang, please lower your voice, I'm going to sleep!"
"Thank you Brother Zhang for sending me the rocket!"
At this moment, a clip sound came from the mobile phone, and a "huh" sound was heard.
Brother Zhang grinned stupidly and glared at Xuebao, who was full of complaints: "Please keep your voice down! I can't even hear you!"
Mr. Han picked up a pillow and hit Brother Zhang on the face: "You scumbag!"
Brother Zhang refused to suffer any loss, so he returned the pillow and called Mr. Han: "You liar!"
After that, he silenced his phone and said dissatisfiedly: "Who said you were going to clean the glass for me before? How long has it been? Have you forgotten?"
Mr. Han's pretty face turned red and he didn't dare to talk back.
She did say that she even practiced secretly in the CEO's office.
But those actions were so shameful.
That twerking and swaying of hips, that scratching and posing, it's really too frivolous.
Mr. Han's tutor did not allow her to be so debauched in front of men.
"I haven't practiced yet," Mr. Han said firmly.
"Does this still require practice? I've already learned how to watch it." Brother Zhang curled his lips and said. "Isn't it just a matter of sticking out your chest, sticking out your butt, and then twisting your waist and swinging your hips to do a split? Isn't it difficult?"
Mr. Han said harshly: "If I take action, I will shock everyone. Just wait."
"Which ones are so amazing?" Brother Zhang frowned. "You still want to jump in public? Are you shameless?"
"Do you know what exaggerated embellishments are? You are still in high school after all, so you are really uneducated." Mr. Han countered.
"Don't talk nonsense. I dropped out of high school and only have a junior high school diploma." Brother Zhang raised his eyebrows.
"You sound like you're quite proud?" Mr. Han said in a strange tone.
"Nothing to mention." Brother Zhang changed his sleeping position. "I'm just a little proud."
In Brother Zhang's era, skipping school and leaving school early was the standard for bad boys.
Those honest and honest school beauties in the school are like this.
Brother Zhang can also do basketball and street dance, which is amazing.
Mr. Han rolled his eyes at Brother Zhang and suddenly began to imagine that if he had known Brother Zhang in high school, he would have helped him with tutoring every day, taken him to eat delicious food, and stood in the front row of the stadium to watch him play basketball and cheer him on.
On the weekends, I went to the game arcade with Brother Zhang to have a fierce battle, and spent the millions of pocket money I had saved so hard to go on a spontaneous trip with Brother Zhang.
In that way, Xuebao's campus life is so exciting.
Xuebao felt a little excited and a little shy when he thought about it.
"What are you doing silly?" Brother Zhang turned off his phone and prepared to sleep.
"Do you want to take care of it?" Xuebao's red lips curled up slightly.
"Ba Po." Brother Zhang closed his eyes and slept.
A few minutes later.
Olaf, who had hundreds of high school dramas in his mind, was so excited that he didn't feel sleepy at all.
"Brother Zhang, are you asleep?" Xuebao was lying beside the bed, and the white plumpness on his chest was squeezed into shape.
"It's done." Brother Zhang said calmly.
"Let's chat for a while," Xuebao said.
"What are you talking about?" Brother Zhang sat up angrily, leaned against the window and lit a cigarette.
He also had trouble sleeping.
In order to show off, he only had a Dragon Soul Token left in his hand. His heart felt empty, as if he had lost his soul.
"Midnight Confession Bureau."
Xuebao jumped up and took a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses from the wine cabinet.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he pursed his lips and said, "Brother Zhang, how many people did you date in high school?"
"More than a hundred." Zhang Ruoyu blurted out.
"Bah. Are you shameless?" Xuebao became angry. "Do you know what a confession game is?"
Brother Zhang shrugged: "About a dozen."
Xuebao glared at Brother Zhang: "The confession game is about telling the truth, not bragging from bragging to bragging."
"We haven't talked about it." Brother Zhang was forced into a corner and had to confess. "But in the two and a half years of high school, I was chased and beaten by more than a hundred girls. Alas, it's a pity that I don't have this ambition. Can I give you an advantage?"
"Tch." Xuebao curled his lips, but felt very proud in his heart.
"What about you?" Brother Zhang asked with a straight face.
"More than two hundred--" Xuebao was about to brag when he immediately caught the killing intent in Brother Zhang's eyes. He panicked and quickly added, "More than two hundred confessed to me, and more than three hundred
She has a crush on me, but I abide by women's ethics and have loved erecting memorial arches since I was a child."
"As a married woman, how can I be frivolous? Brother Zhang, please stop looking at me like that. I want to tell lies and talk nonsense." Xuebao said loudly.
Brother Zhang had a cold face, but the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up, but he soon realized that there was something wrong with his expression management and immediately took it back.
This bitch has spoiled herself and started to have a greasy and crooked mouth.
