334 Separate battalions
Fang Yiming glanced at the mess at the door and held back a smile.
I thought: Junyi will stand at the door for so long, and he hasn't turned around and left, it's really embarrassing for him.
On crutches, he struggled around the debris on the ground and walked to the door, welcoming the people outside into the door.
When Junyi saw Fang Yiming, he smiled faintly, restrained the cold air on his body, and greeted Fang Yiming.
"Big brother."
Fang Yiming nodded and motioned for him to come in.
When Fang Ziyou saw Jun Yi coming in from behind, his anger did not decrease, and he yelled at Fang Yishen: "Bastard thing, you don't even have the most basic integrity." I don't think you took Lao Tzu's words seriously at all. ”
Liu Suxian was very virtuous and pulled one of Fang Ziyou's arms, smiled awkwardly at Fang Yishen and said, "Deeply, you don't have to worry about him, if we don't like it, we will look for it again, and we will always find someone who is in line with you." ”
Fang Yishen rolled his eyes speechlessly, pretending to be a loving mother every day, and he was not too tired.
Ignoring the noisy woman, she helped her brother to sit on the other side, watching the "family" over there act hard.
"Sister, Dad is also good for you, why are you just inconsiderate. Everyone said that Gu Shao was the meat of Old Man Gu's heart, and countless people dreamed of becoming the young grandmother of the Gu family. With such a great opportunity, you can't be willful anymore. ”
Fang Yishen sneered, but Fang Ziyou threw an orange again: "Bastard, where did Rong Rong say wrong?" What kind of attitude do you have to laugh at? ”
If it was before, Fang Yishen could still refute two sentences, saying, "So good, why don't you get married." But now, she doesn't even bother to give these people a look.
If it weren't for Junyi's worries, if she hadn't come to see her brother's legs, she wouldn't even have stepped through this door.
The orange that Fang Ziyou threw over was held in Jun Yi's hand, and the strength was almost juiced on the spot.
"Brother Yi, are you here to see Rong Rong?"
Junyi endured the nausea of vomiting, and was indifferent as a "cousin" should have.
"It's not."
Liu Shurong entered the door from Junyi, and his eyes never took his eyes off him.
She wanted to come forward to talk to him, but was stopped by Liu Suxian, she also remembered her mother's teaching, girls must know how to be reserved and self-love, and men will cherish it.
At this moment, she finally had a chance, and it could be said that Junyi could speak.
Despite being denied, she was happy. Because compared to turning a blind eye before, at least this time he responded to himself.
Indifferently dropped two words, bypassed the person blocking his vision, and sat next to Fang Yishen.
And Fang Yiming and Fang Yishen have long ignored the others, and the two of them have quarreled over how to play a small game.
Junyi stretched out his head to take a look, and then clicked on Fang Yiming's screen, and suddenly brightened.
"Junyi, you are so powerful." Fang Yishen felt the disgusting gaze, and deliberately smiled brightly at Jun Yi, and gave Liu Shurong a provocative look by the way.
Liu Shurong was indeed stimulated by her, and her nails were embedded in the flesh. If Liu Suxian hadn't been pulling by her side, I'm afraid she would have had a seizure a long time ago.
Jun Yi moved away the hot orange in his hand, and originally wanted to give it to Fang Yishen first, but he forcibly stretched it out and gave it to Fang Yiming, and the second petal was handed to Fang Yishen.
Fang Yishen seemed to see through his mind and gave him a meaningful smile.
There are "three brothers and sisters" here, and "a family of three" over there, each with its own camp.
The oranges thrown out by Fang Ziyou were caught and eaten by Jun Yi, and his reprimand was like hitting cotton as always, unable to stir up a wave. was appeased by Liu Suxian and went back to the room.
And Liu Shurong ignored Liu Suxian's warning, and came to Junyi's side, wanting to sit beside him.