Chapter 954: A Whoop Bite
A cute and lovable Chang'e is actually a very sassy ...... Boy.
He's carrying Pinru's wardrobe, isn't he?
There are hundreds of millions of little frightening.
Marco Polo was silent for a moment, then said seriously.
[Marco Polo]: What is a storm?! Are you a recipient?
[Chang'e]: Huh, people are fierce 1
[Marco Polo]: Okay, you're in for a treat
[Marco Polo]: You don't have a chance, Jungler Dad is my man!
When she finished typing this sentence.
Everyone watching the stream seemed to hear several sounds that resembled sneers or inhales.
Look closer.
The faces of the four handsome guys on D.R.'s team were all very delicate.
Everyone in the team has a mobile phone in their hands to watch Yaoyao's live broadcast at any time.
At this time, the words of Marco Polo were heard.
The whole training room was inexplicably full of vinegar.
Qiu Quan pursed his thin cherry lips, and his subordinates manipulated Sun Shangxiang to push the tower, but his eyes were aimed at Marco Polo in Tong Yaoyao's live broadcast room.
His ice-blue eyes were full of displeasure.
He seemed to want to say something, but when the words came to his mouth and he swallowed again, just a look of displeasure, his blue eyes slowly narrowed, and the hand that operated the game became more and more ruthless.
Qiu Quan's fans are anxious for him.
- "The cubs don't steam steamed buns and fight for breath!" Are you jealous, you just say it! ”
- "Ah Quan, Mr. Quan, you don't spit out asterisks, do you want to say that the jungler dad is yours?! ”
- "My Quan Yao cp, rush! ”
- "The spring is always not powerful, it all depends on our brains to make up for it." ”
- "Quan Yao cp sweet pet text is sold here, the kind that is sweet out of diabetes." ”
Bian Jin was lying on Tong Yaoyao's lap, and when he raised his head, he could see Tong Yaoyao's cute chin.
There are also beautiful lip shapes.
Bian Jin's eyes were very bright, like falling stars, and now the bottom of his eyes looked dull, as if he could swallow all light.
And his eyes were full of Tong Yaoyao's shadow.
He looked at Tong Yaoyao, his lips moved, and he said in a low voice.
"The young lady is ours...... I want to protect the little sister......"
He quietly grabbed the corner of Tong Yaoyao's clothes and was reluctant to let go.
Bai Yufeng's eyes narrowed in a dangerous arc, and his long fingers continued to tap the table rhythmically.
He's been a little sticky lately.
The clinginess of a person like him is not like Bian Jin, Bian Jin can't wait to turn himself into a Band-Aid, and put it on Tong Yaoyao's body.
Bai Yu just looked at Tong Yaoyao silently.
stopped the activities in his hands and silently watched Yaoyao abuse the vegetables.
Lu Zhanye was very crisp, he stretched his long legs and put down his phone.
He had just finished a game.
Then he stretched.
His eyes were half-squinted when he stretched out, and his thin lips had a slight arc that seemed to be smiling, looking like a cheetah, and this relaxed posture did not seem to be relaxed.
After he stretched his waist, he stood up directly, walked to Tong Yaoyao's side, bent down and pinched Tong Yaoyao's tender face.
Tong Yaoyao is seriously pouring chicken soup in the bureau.
Lu Zhanye pinched her face, she subconsciously opened her small mouth, turned her face sideways to Lu Zhanye's fingers, and took a bite.
The little tiger teeth used when biting.
Like a kitten with soft and tender little claws to blow up its fur.
Seems to be able to make a whining sound.
"Whew!"
Lu Zhanye's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but look at Tong Yaoyao.
Bian Jin licked his lips and looked at his fingers...... I really want to let the young lady take a bite too.
Bai Yu was really sour, his phoenix eyes almost narrowed into a line, and the frequency of his long fingers tapping on the table changed.
Qiu Quan felt that Tong Yaoyao was like a little rabbit, and this feeling had never changed.
Now, the bunny bites?!
With a flick of his fingers, his hero maneuvered and lost a human head.
Tong Yaoyao opened the microphone without feeling in this atmosphere.
"Have you taken a screenshot? Cut it off, I'll reap it. ”