Falling snow lifts up, slender fingers holding a cherry.

She smiled modestly.

Wangwang had just fused with the male robot, and she was still smiling.

After the robot room came out, he went to hook up with the poet Li Dui again.

The first time of the poet Li Dui, he Ying, who had just given the popular Qinglou girl of the "Chicken Essence Building", would take her tongue again, wrap the goat essence and touch the tip of the orchid's tongue, and the world was extremely wide and forgetful.

Whether it is the poet Li Dui or the poet Mo Lan---- they are all husband and wife writers, and the two of them hook up, there must be a fire of jealousy and jealousy.

At this time, looking at the impoverished rogue poet Li Dui and the poet Mo Lan were very happy.

"Hehe: I met the poet Li Dui, I touched Lan, and I knew what it meant to be 'nothing' in the real sense!" sighed, and Mo Lan fell asleep stupidly......

This night, I had a fragrant dream.

"Touch Lan: How do I please you?" Suddenly, the poet Li Duan appeared, touching the appearance of a chicken and egg in the Lan Qinglou.

"Is the love you gave me the only outstanding happiness of my husband and wife, poet, and how long did it take me to survive to the perfect vitality of 'nothing'!"

The poet Li Du stood in front of the chicken poet Molan: red light!

Mo Lan looked at the impoverished poet Li Du very calmly, and whispered: "Mr. Li Dui, why does a person fail to the point that ---- two friends have no friends?"

Who is Mo Lan, in order to hook a certain natural humor machine into the uninhabited wilderness, she has wasted her efforts, who knows that a bird poet Li Du was killed halfway.

Who is Li Dui, is the "Chicken Essence Building" to feed the eternal teenager.

"Li Dui, I'm ashamed that you are a poet!" Haizi's head floated and her body suddenly appeared.

"Haizi, you have won! You have made a name for yourself with a life. I'm now thirty and six, and I'm just dirty and unorthodox......" Looking at Haizi's innocent smile, Li Dui's face "boomed", and it turned red like a bag of explosives......

"Boom!" Suddenly, a bag of explosives rang out, and the image of the poet Li Du was blown apart, like a peerless beast that even a vicious dog ignored.

A bag of truth explosives in the falling snow, Li Dui, who exploded, suddenly covered his faceless face and felt terrifying.

Mo Lan looked at the poet Li Dui's jealous appearance and enjoyed it very much.

Just sent off the poet Li Duqing, the girl in the building looked at Li Dui with jealousy, and enjoyed it.

When the snow fell for a while, she suddenly took the afterglow of her eyes and swept past the poet Li Dui's home, and she enjoyed it even more.

Poverty breeds suffering, narrow-mindedness breeds suffering, and jealousy is the source of suffering.

The Failure of Domestic Violence Education: The Great Glory of Poetry and Husband and Wife......

Falling Snow can no longer think of how to describe those devastated filthy individuals.

Li Du stole the orchid and went home.

"It's not a loss to the person I love: In order to enjoy the joy of husband and wife with a poor ghost poet Li Dui, I can't help but send pictures and articles to seduce me. Twilight muttered before entering the house.

"Oh, you're back!" "The poet Li Dui's mother, the poet Li Dui is here, and hurry up and bring the plate cocktail......