This feeling is so subtle.

Fang Li was distracted, and there was a burst of gunfire in the earphones, and the two bodies on the screen had turned into two corpses at this moment.

A handsome word runs through life: "We are dead again." ”

A handsome word runs through his life: "This dog thief is so vicious, we are all dead, and he also drove and ran over our corpses." ”

Xue Baoyi died a lot, and the hand speed of quitting the game was very fast, and by the way, he reported the dog thief who drove and ran over the corpse.

A handsome word runs through a lifetime: "Where will we fly in the next game?"

The other party sent a WeChat message.

Your ancestor: "Don't fight, I'm going to sleep." ”

A handsome word runs through his life: "Sleep so early?" Usually this guy can't stop until twelve o'clock.

The other party has ignored him.

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Fang Li withdrew his game account, ran to the balcony, opened the window, looked up at the starry sky at a forty-five degree angle, and sighed: "Hey!"

She was so melancholy that she picked up her mobile phone, quit the WeChat account, and boarded the big number.

Ulala's ideal: "Xu Fang." ”

The note she gave to Zhou Xufang was fairy spinning, and the fairy spinning replied to her after a few seconds.

Fairy Spinning: "Hmm. ”

Fang Li thought about it for a while, but he still didn't hide that little bit of caution.

Ulala's ideal: "What do you think of online dating?"

Fairy Spinning quickly replied: "Not good. ”

Ulala's ideal: "Why?"

She's been a little weird lately, and she actually thinks that vegetable is cute.

It must be that the work pressure is too great, and the boss is too abrasive, so she will be addicted to games, addicted to being forced to trick to death by Xiao Cai, and if she is not cheated by him a few times a day, she always feels that there is something missing in life.

It's the disease, Stockholm syndrome!

Since Zhou Xufang saw it, she has stepped into the forefront of the trend, and she even knows about online dating.

Fairy Spinning: "I added a big book friend group, met a book friend, and the book friend also had an online relationship, and then she ran to the scene and found that the little brother on the Internet was not a little brother at all, but a big man who picked his feet." ”

Fang Ideal: "......"

That vegetable crunch shouldn't be a big guy who picks his feet, and his voice is quite like her boss's.

Fairy Spinning: "And that book friend also told me that the big man who picked his feet was married and asked her to be a junior." ”

Fang Ideal: "......"

Damn, this world is so complicated.

Fairy Spinning: "Ideal, do you like the little brother on the Internet?"

Like?

Not to mention falling in love, she hasn't even received a kiss scene.

Ulala's ideal: "I don't know. ”

Ulala's ideal: "Last week we were playing a game, he blocked the gun for me, I have eaten chicken for so many years, he was the first to block the gun for me." ”

Anyway, since then, she has felt weird, let's take an analogy, now if she doesn't team up with him and team up with others, she has a feeling of red apricot out of the wall, and her heart is empty.

Fairy Spinning: "Then you first ask him if he is single." ”

Ulala's ideal: "I still don't want it, it's too strange." ”

Let's talk about auctions.

Sixteen lots have been sold out, followed by dinner time, this kind of party, dinner is not for eating, but for networking.

Qiao Nanchu was so excited that he was about to leave, when Xue Baoyi's phone called: "Table 14, hurry up." ”

"It's too noisy inside. ”

He was not interested and continued to walk.

Xue Baoyi said, looking at the show: "The girl from Damai Mountain, your child daughter-in-law is also here." ”

He had just finished speaking when the phone was hung up.

Hurry!

Xue Baoyi poured a glass of red wine and waited to watch the play.

At table 14 next door, Qiao Nanchu's stepmother Wen Ya brought her daughter over, and the girl was restrained and shy, sitting restrained.

Mrs. Kuo, who was at the same table, saw that it was a raw face, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times: "It's the first time I've seen Mrs. Qiao's daughter, and she looks really good." Mrs. Kuo smiled and quipped, "Mrs. Qiao, such a beautiful daughter, why are you still hiding it?"

Wen Ya is already young, and today she wears a light green skirt, which makes her look even younger, and she has been raised in Qiao's house in the past few years, and she has also raised a bit of luxury.

She looked delicate and graceful, spoke softly and gently, added vegetables to the warm poplar plate, and explained: "She can't speak, and she doesn't usually like to go out." ”

Mrs. Kuo was surprised: "Can't speak?"

Wen Ya's face was slightly embarrassed and nodded.

Mrs. Kuo hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I was presumptuous." "On weekdays, I only heard that Qiao Shi married a beautiful young lady, who knew that this lady also brought a drag oil bottle.

There was no displeasure on Wen Ya's face: "It's okay. ”

"Do you hear me?" the man across from him suddenly asked.

The man was in his forties, slightly chubby, with an ordinary appearance, wearing silver-framed glasses, and a pair of eyes were very round and small, mung bean eyes, and those eyes had not been removed from her since Wen Baiyang was on the table.

This is Miao Huaren, the second elder of the Miao family, who has been widowed for many years, and is a few years older than Wen Ya.

The Miao family is a wealthy family with a head and a face in the imperial capital, Wen Ya has been married into the Qiao family for many years, and she has become more and more exquisite, and said with a smile: "She can read lips." ”

I just can't hear it.

"It's a shame. The gaze behind the lenses was burning, and Miao Huaren looked intently at the still immature face opposite, "What's your name?"

Wen poplar bows his head, should not.

Wen Ya said angrily: "Baiyang, what is Mr. Miao talking to you?" looked up and smiled, "I'm sorry, my daughter is shy." ”

Miao Huaren said, 'It's okay', his eyes moved from the girl's face to her emaciated and straight collarbone, and his gaze became hotter and hotter: "Miss Poplar, can I ask you to dance?"

As soon as he finished asking, a slow and leisurely sentence came from behind him: "No." ”

Everyone at the table looked over.

is the fourth son of the Qiao family.

He was wearing a suit, his tie was hanging loosely, he lacked a little bit of the temperature and righteousness of a son of a family, his eyebrows and eyes were like his father's, and he had a wind in it.

He walked over slowly, took off his blazer, draped it on the little girl's shoulders, and looked lazily at the other side: "Second Uncle Miao, you are an elder, she is young, dancing with you, and the seniors can't afford it." ”

Miao Huaren's slightly chubby face turned a little blue.

Turning around and scolding him for being old!

Qiao Nanchu was too lazy to go around, pulled the person to his side, and naturally put his hand on her shoulder: "She still has class tomorrow, I'll take her back first." ”

After saying that, he took the person away directly.

The atmosphere was not very pleasant, especially Miao Huaren, who lost face and had an ugly face.

Mrs. Kuo, who was at the same table, said: "Nan Chu still loves his sister." ”

Wen Ya didn't answer, just smiled.

Out of the villa, Qiao Nanchu let go of his hand, and his face turned cold: "That old thing's eyes are pierced in you, don't you know?"

There was fire in his heart, and his tone was heavier.

She was still ignorant, except for his blazer, there was only one dress on her body, a small skirt that wrapped her breasts, and a pair of thin legs were exposed.

Qiao Nanchu glanced at it, and became even more angry: "Who gave you this skirt?"