Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief, his waist must have been bruised, with two bloodshot nail marks. The most poisonous woman's heart is true. They are a real fiancé relationship! Damn, it's not in name only, why do they have some feelings!

"Such a beautiful scenery, such a moving moment, it is understandable that I can't help myself, isn't it Sister Xiao Li? We are still young, and our blood is a little stronger. ”

"Wen Yao, I remember that you are a year older than me, can your qi and blood be as prosperous as me?" Jia Shuo walked from a path among flowers, took Xiao Li's shoulders and looked at Wen Yao and said, "Xiao Li is only two months older than you, is it much older?"

Wen Yao: "·······"

It's just that he appeared inadvertently, why did he come to the second one? It feels very cool to be scared, but it is too unpleasant to be scared.

Han Yangyang: "Sister Xiao is also a sister one day older, I didn't know until today that Jia Shuo was actually one year older than Sister Xiao! ”

Wen Yao smiled secretly, Han Yangyang still cared about the relationship between them in the end, and they shared the same hatred, not to mention that he was quite happy in his heart. Vicious women also have a cute side, how to look at the little appearance of others and how to like it. Because Jia Shuo is one year younger than Xiao Li, he pretends to be mature every day, but he doesn't know that his appearance is a mature type, and he is even more rigid when he pretends to be.

Xiao Li held Jia Shuo's hand: "No way, I just like men who are younger than me and more mature than me, Jia Shuo is too in line with my standards!"

Han Yangyang: "I didn't expect Sister Xiao Li to be such a bold person in private, admire!"

Xiao Li: "Turnip greens are my personal favorite, no way, sister just take this bite!"

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Zhao Tianqing led An Ming and walked forward: "Frightened?

An Ming looked at the sea of flowers in the distance, butterflies fluttering, bees busy, a few birds in the forest chirping, water lilies in the river swaying, red, pink, white, yellow... Or leaning, or leaning, or bowing the head and sighing, or standing, moving extraordinary.

"I am not frightened, I have my own ideas, and it is impossible to ask everyone to demand others according to their own life patterns. ”

Zhao Tianqing looked at An Ming steadily: "I want you to change your life mode for me, An Ming, I want to see you every day, three meals a day, and hug you every night." ”

An Ming's face was crimson, like clouds on the horizon, his footsteps were frozen, and a burst of bright fireworks sparked in his head, which quickly fell and extinguished, returning to normal.

"Zhao Tianqing, you are not suitable for sensational dramas, it is too easy to play. ”

Zhao Tianqing was stunned for a moment and asked, "An Ming, what do you mean by this? Do you think I'm acting? Every word I say is thoughtful and heartfelt, how can I be acting?"

An Ming: "I confessed yesterday, and I made a request today, what is it like like acting?"

Zhao Tianqing: "······"

Uh... Was there any conflict between the two, and why couldn't he understand what An Ming meant?

"I like a person, I want to be with her every minute, and the sweetness is going on. Anming, don't tell me you haven't accepted me yet? Then I..."

An Ming: "Then what do you want to do?" Her mind was still chaotic now, everything was coming too fast.

Zhao Tianqing walked to the river: "I want to jump, it's a little hot this weather!" Is it easy for him? A dead wood heart was just about to meet spring, and it was drowned by An Ming's head pouring a bucket of snow, so the little sprouts quietly hid back.

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