Feng Ziqing saw Li Fulai and Zhang Ya dancing inwardly, so he stood aside and admired the fight between men and women like a passerby. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Zhang Yawu was lying on the ground, and Li Fulai was standing in front of her, and the whole thing looked like a quiet ink painting.

Zhao Min drank the sauce quietly. The cold drink slid down my throat and into the throat, and the cold feeling was very refreshing. She hadn't indulged like this for a long time, and she drank half of a bottle of drink alone, this black drink was called Coke, and it did have a happy ingredient in it, and when the liquid mixed with carbon dioxide merged into the phobia, the whole body was relaxed like a fairy.

He Zhou drank boiled water.

Lan Qiuyi secretly admired Feng Ziqing's slightly raised chest from the side. This girl who is not yet twenty years old, looks stunning, but unfortunately her breasts are a little greener, if her breasts are so big, she is a flawless beauty.

Zhao Min sat opposite Feng Ziqing, her breasts were much bigger than Feng Ziqing, no matter from that angle, she was the kind of woman who felt at home with her breasts.

If you look to the left, the blue ball will be easy to swallow, and if you look to the right, you will swallow another mouthful.

Every day with beautiful women, although you can feast your eyes, but you are bitter little brother who is ready to dance at any time, - fuck, in fact, being with these two women is a blessing in the eyes of others, and masochism in my own eyes.

Full eyes starve to death brother!

Lan Qiuyi sighed and moved his eyes out of the window. There are only seven floors in the Heavenly Street, and the Moon Tower is on the fifth floor, and when you look out from the window, you can see that the rows of buildings are like overlapping boxes, with large boxes stacked on top of each other, one by one, leaving only a small space in the middle, and there is no end in sight.

Over the years, the cities of our country have encroached on the land like deserts, the cities have been built, but the land has decreased, and a large number of peasant workers have poured into the cities to build the beauty of the cities with their hard sweat, but they do not even have a place to live, and the cities only tolerate their labor, and often do not tolerate their habitation. It can be said that the beauty of the city is created by the sweat of migrant workers.

Cities are expanding, roads are extending, but few people in the city realize that the reinforced concrete they rely on for survival is destroying their youth and dreams in another way, and is devouring the green mountains and rivers. It may not be long before the city becomes a desert, swallowing up all the humans who once dominated this earth.

Cao Zijian sat far away alone, his eyes were always fixed on the tabletop, there was a small insect on the table, -- there should not be an insect running in an absolutely high-grade place like Tianjie, but the insect just ran in, as for where it came from, only it knows, and people don't know.

It was a gray insect, with eight thin legs, and a hard shell on its back, a gray hard shell, which looked a little like a gray sky, and it couldn't see its eyes, so it squatted and squatted all the time, and it didn't pay attention to the fact that it looked like a grain of rice that had dried up in water, but it was not a grain of rice, it was just a bug, a bug that couldn't tell whether it was male or female.

The sunlight came down to it through the window, and it was like a spaceship floating in the sunlight, floating silently, as if it would take off like a rocket if it was given power. It had been on the table for half a day, and Cao Zijian didn't know when it flew or when it would fly away. He looked at it in silence, like a child who suddenly saw a plane flying overhead, and the plane was already far away, but the little child was still staring at the sky.

"What are you looking at?" Lan Qiuyi, who put his head in front of Cao Zijian, looked at Cao Zijian with his eyes, a strange appearance that was bad to the bones, "Did you see a woman without clothes?"

Cao Zijian glanced up at Lan Qiuyi and didn't answer his words. Since he fell out with Lan Qiuyi last time, he has no intention of renewing his friendship with him, a rich second generation like Lan Qiuyi, can't get too close, too close is easy to hurt himself. If it weren't for the blue ball Yi last time, he wouldn't have gone to sell drugs, let alone owe Zhao Min so much, and maybe he wouldn't be able to repay it in this life.

In this life, he is destined to owe Zhao Min.

To Zhao Min, Cao Zijian can't tell what kind of emotions he has, in his heart, she will always be his teacher, but saying that he doesn't want her to be his lover is a lie, it's just that he doesn't dare to show it. Seeing a man like Zhao Min who doesn't know how to be tempted, either he has a psychological shadow or he is not fully developed.