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A qiē is all as a surprise

You can't ignore me now, baby

I'm really hard ohoh

You don't know how hard I work oh

My pretty style is in a good mood with a smile

Now I can be justified too

My figure is nicenicebody

A fiery waist that will make you fall in love with your legs

(My trick keeps your eyes off)

My figure is nicenicebody

A qiē is all as a surprise

You can't ignore me now

……

……

Park Hyo-min repeated the practice over and over again, and the more she got to know it, the more she liked the song??.? It is said that ...... This song was written by Weng Tingjun alone, and Li Haoyang, the tiger, did not even intervene.

So that is to say...... He's been liking me for a long time, especially my figure?

nicebody。

Park Hyo-min licked her tongue, faced the big mirror in the practice room, and looked at herself in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but blush.

Even she can't resist such a self, let alone Weng Tingjun, who is strong in blood.

"Now I can be justified...... You can't ignore me now. ”

"How do you understand the psychology of women?"

"No wonder we can fool so many people."

"So," Park Hyo-min was startled by the sudden voice, "so 'so among so many people' also includes yourself?" ”

"When did you come?" Park Hyo-min's face turned a little pale, and he looked at Weng Tingjun who was leaning against the door of the practice room in a daze??. `

"While you're touching your ass."

“……”

……

……

"Do you have to be so frivolous in front of me? Why do I just feel like you're interested in my figure? ”

After changing her clothes, Park Hyo-min got into Weng Tingjun's car directly, she wanted to know what Weng Tingjun meant?

"Then it seems that my liking for you is still inconspicuous."

When nothing big happens. Weng Tingjun tried not to drive the conspicuous home-style Lincoln, and the Lamborghini had already given it to Ji-yeon. Now he is driving the Audi A6 that he earned with his own money, as for Park Hyo-min's problem? That's not a problem at all.

"People are always mutual, and with you I feel like my IQ has really dropped a lot."

"People are always mutual?" Weng Tingjun was funny. "Then it seems that your liking for me is not obvious."

"Be serious." Park Hyo-min was sullen for a while.

Weng Tingjun sighed lightly and parked the car on the side of the road, apparently because this song made Hyomin think crankily.

"All the worries and thoughts in my heart before were known only to one person." Weng Tingjun took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "Do you remember the rhythm of our counterattack? ”

Hyacinth.

Park Hyo-min's eyes lit up slightly, and that time was her happiest and happiest day?.? In the face of Anti's attack in the dark, her biggest hope every day is to chat with the troubadour, talk about tiara, talk about dreams, and team up to attack Anti. All the self that was not revealed was looked at by the troubadour.

Park Hyo-min also took out his mobile phone, and now Tiara is still a little anti, as we all know, dogs can't change ****, right? So the two of them found Anti's personal forum very tacitly without saying a word, and then the situation in the car was like this.

"Hyomin, you're scolding too gently! Look at how he sprayed Ji-yeon before, don't be afraid, there are only troubadours and hyacinths here, and no one else. ”

"Anyway, I have a bottom line."

I have a bottom line.

They don't have a bottom line.

How can it be compared?

"You mean I don't have a bottom line?"

Park Hyo-min was surprised, "You just knew." ”

“……”

Except for meal time. Ong Jeong-kyun and Park Hyo-min spent an entire afternoon looking for Anti's lair, and now Tiara's Anti circle is completely messed up, and these anti-calves stand in front of Ong Jeong-kyun, the big demon king who kills people without blinking, just like elementary school students facing college students. Unable to fight.

Weng Tingke is not a good man and a woman like Park Hyo-min.

You scold me, I cao your ancestors for eighteen generations.

If you treat me well, I will naturally reciprocate.

The grievances are clear.

"It's so cool."

Watching Park Hyo-min swing his fist, he was overwhelmed with joy. Weng Tingjun also smiled.

Park Hyo-min is none other than her, she has her own story. has its own special. Weng Tingjun loves her story and loves her specialness. As for liking her because of her figure, this is complete nonsense!

Weng Tingjun ...... Can I call you that? ”

"Yes, I'm not you Korean, and I don't have so many rules outside."

Park Hyo-min suddenly became a little depressed, holding her knees and pressing her head low.

"I don't have faith, I used to have them by my side and I was full of confidence, but this time it's just me, I'm afraid-"

"Good Sister Hua's painting style, and now she is starting to take the route of the Virgin again?" Weng Tingjun smiled bitterly, "I can understand your worries. But now it's different, you're no longer the tiara of any slaughter, you're the top girl group in South Korea, you're the second girl group in South Korea to win nine consecutive championships, you're the Korean girl group that broke into the top 10 on the billboard, you should be proud now, you shouldn't worry. ”

Why worry?

What is there to worry about?

The rain of bullets has come over, so what's the fear of solo solos?

"It's a pity that you're not a politician." Park Hyo-min was persuaded by Weng Ting-kyun and had no choice...... It's not that Weng Tingjun is demagoguery, this is a real achievement, which Tiara has achieved with his own efforts.

"The reason why people can do it is because they believe that they can." Weng Tingjun pinched Park Hyo-min's nose and smiled lightly.

As for being a politician, forget it, just kidding - he can't manage four women, and he still cares about thousands of people? Stop it......

"Go to the bar."

"Fuck your sister." Park Hyo-min kicked Weng Jeong-kyun, "Do you want to ruin my throat?" ”

Weng Tingjun grabbed Park Hyo-min's feet, this action shocked the two of them, Park Hyo-min suddenly felt hot, itchy, and his heartbeat was beating in an irregular manner.

It's a foot.

It's a pretty woman's feet.

This is a beautiful woman, not wrapped in stockings, all natural, and you can even see green muscles, fair-skinned, slender and slender feet on it.

Weng Tingjun squirmed in his Adam's apple, and involuntarily put this foot in front of his nose and sniffed it gently.

fragrant, wrapped in a smell of sweat, directly aroused the yuwang in Weng Tingjun's heart.

The atmosphere was suddenly a little warm, even spicy.

"Let Me Go"

"Hyo-min, I want it." Weng Tingjun was a little short of breath, and he could only use his lower body to think in the face of such a stunner.

Temptation, too tempting.

"No, no, you can't."

"Don't you love me?"

"Is there any direct correlation between loving you and giving you?"

Park Hyo-min took the opportunity to retract her feet, and her whole body became a little stiff when Weng Tingjun's snort sprayed just now.

"I'm sorry. It's me who lost my temper! Weng Tingjun took a few deep breaths and quickly returned to normal.

"It's my duty to say I'm sorry." Park Hyo-min looked at the sunset that was gradually setting outside the window, "Hyacinths haven't bloomed yet, how can they bear fruit?" (To be continued.) )

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