In the stands, the screams of the girls were higher than the other.

It's even more exciting than a celebrity concert.

It's just a qualifier.

The sixth and fourth hits each other.

There are two of the four whose hands and feet are not very clean.

The referee also turned a blind eye.

On the court, the young man's eyes were as cold as an eagle.

Fierce and vicious.

Sweat ran down his stiff cheeks, down the sexy Adam's apple.

Every time you swallow.

There were at least ten women in the stands who were going to give birth to monkeys for him on the spot.

Song Jia at that time.

It's already the third year of junior high school.

Cheng is also in the first year of junior high school.

It is said that as soon as he entered the sixth middle school, he was selected as the freshman grass of the sixth middle school.

Because people don't just have good faces.

The results are also top-notch.

The school entrance score is second in the year.

Famous and resounding.

Song Jia passed by the stands.

I only glanced at it from a distance.

She's a bit face-blind.

I can't even tell which one is the handsome elementary school brother in the mouth of the little sisters in the campus propaganda column.

Just by feeling.

I probably saw him.

It should be the one in the number 28 jersey.

Song Jia squinted her eyes and stood there for three seconds.

And at the same time.

Originally, he was planning to swing his tail with a dragon to play an extreme and beautiful ball transition.

unexpectedly let the basketball that should have been firmly controlled by him.

Plop.

Smashed at his feet.

The opposing player quickly snatched it.

All around is a chaotic bustling sound.

But Cheng couldn't hear anything.

Nothing to see.

in his eyes.

Only standing in front of the stands.

The long-legged girl in the school uniform and short skirt that almost reached the base of her legs.

Tied in two ponytails.

Red lips, white skin.

She took off her heavy makeup today.

The standard posture of the girl in her first love is instantly revealed.

But also.

There is a hurricane hidden under the eye.

The mountains are overwhelming.

It seems to break through all obstacles.

Push her into hell with your own hands.

He thought.

Turned to ashes.

He'll recognize it.

The little sister in this box.

It's all his lucky sniper.

She.

sniped off all his good things with his own hands.

Cheng also thought, it won't be long.

It won't be long.

He was able to do it.

The girl named Song Jia.

She will also taste his original pain.

......

"Sister, what's the matter with you?

Friday night.

Song Jia soaked in the bar again as usual.

In this world, there are no troubles that Bundi can't solve.

If it can't be solved.

Let's jump all night.

The sound of the music is shocking, and the lighting color of the stage is even more confusing.

Here, at least half of the young people.

Song Jia and Ning Xiyan changed into clothes.

Mature makeup.

Mature body language.

It's just that Song Jia is a little more powerful.

She didn't need to be too smug at all.

She is a perfect woman in her bones.

A smile, every move.

It's all a man's nirvana.

mentioned this, Song Jia was a little annoyed for no reason.

The eyes are full of charm and casualness.

"Shut up. Song Jia raised lazily, "You pay tonight." ”

Ning Xiyan glared at her exaggeratedly, "This is your own family's property, and I will pay for it." ”

"I also want to taste what it's like to be a proprietress and understand horses. ”

"Our sister Jia is Jiaoao. Ning Xiyan smiled and quipped, "Hurry up and tell the old lady, what's going on?" Do you know Brother Cheng?"

Otherwise, how could the junior brother make such an outrageous move?

She's inquired about it all.

Cheng is also a well-known three-good student in school.

He is good-looking and has a high level of cultivation.

It is said that the family is not a small family.

can throw Song Jia directly to the ground.

She was really puzzled.

After the sister asked.

Song Jia's mind flashed the cold eyes of the young man this afternoon.

Not sure why.

She always felt familiar?

However, she really couldn't remember where she had seen it.

Could it be that she is also one of the objects she has played with?

It shouldn't be.

She didn't remember Cheng Ye at all.

Song Jia snuffed out her cigarette, and her expression was rare and serious.

She leaned over and asked, "Eh, Xiyan, have you checked the background of the process?"

"No, I checked what he did, and I simply heard about it. ”

"That's it. Song Jia frowned, thought about it, and mentioned something to her.

"I always feel like I've seen him somewhere, otherwise you can ask your brother to check it out for me. ”

Ning Xiyan's brother works in confidential public relations.

It's a director.

The means and contacts are quite extensive.

Song Jia didn't check it herself, not because her family had no money.

Rather, she didn't want to talk to her parents at all.

They only have business in their eyes.

Who remember that they had a daughter?

Funny.

Ning Xiyan accepted her and joked casually, "My brother is still single, really, why don't you be my sister-in-law?"

"I'll be your mother. ”

The two returned to the dance floor laughing.

It's a rebellious age, and the family doesn't care much.

How do you want to indulge?

Just how indulgent.

Song Jia's amount of wine is quite good.

But I don't know why.

Tonight, she'd only had a few drinks.

I even felt that my steps were a little fluttery.

When Song Jia took the last sip.

There are only two words left in the braincase: dizziness.

......

It's different from the average girl who gets drunk.

When Song Jia drank it.

will appear extraordinarily cold.

The whole person seems to be an emotionless machine.

Whoever approaches, she kills with her eyes.

Within a radius of ten miles, it can freeze.

She only had a little consciousness, called a driver from home, and asked the driver to send Ning Xiyan back first.

"Then Miss Song, what should you do? I'll send you back to ...... first."

"Beep again, I'll fire you tomorrow. Song Jia stared at the home driver coldly with her eyes half-open.

The driver always knew that this little princess at home was really not easy to mess with.

He really doesn't like this kind of girl.

Out of the rich, what are they?

Nothing.

The driver sent Ning Xiyan away.

Song Jia carried LV's bag and walked slowly along this bar street.

Half of the industry here belongs to their Song family.

She wasn't worried at all that something would happen to her.

Moreover, she herself is not a weak chicken.

In his early years, he learned a lot of martial arts.

Song Jia is beautiful and has a hot body.

At this moment, she took off her leather coat, revealing the thin little ** belt inside.

It's still tight.

Wearing small leather pants underneath, a pair of straight long legs are exposed to the outside.

The little sister is dressed up, but in her bones she is a little peacock who is so high that she opens the screen.

Many passers-by whistled at her.

Song Jia glanced over coldly.

Until—

When she walked to a less crowded place.

Four ghostly young men who looked like street gangsters walked up.

"Yo, sister, where are you going, do you need your brothers to give you a ride?"

Song Jia leaned against the wall.

Raise your eyes.

The pair of autumn water cut-eyes are depicted with a strong smoky makeup.

When I looked at the people, I was extremely high.

Proud and cold.

"You?"

Song Jia lifted her red lips and spoke lightly, her tone lazy and contemptuous: "Garbage is also worthy?"