The girl was only fifteen years old.

But it looks like a wild fox who has been in society for a long time.

The fifteen-year-old figure has developed no less than those heroines who restrict blockbusters.

But it's different.

This girl is more demonic, more charming, and cleaner.

Everyone else is fifteen years old, and they are studying hard.

Song Jia is fifteen years old and has learned to smoke and drink and get tattoos.

She's proficient in everything.

If you stop at the bar, everyone will think that she is the top pillar of the bar.

Who knows.

It's just a junior high school student.

Song Jia was wearing heavy makeup, and there was a cigarette on her thin and thin fingers.

He took a soft breath, and the goblin-like eyes fell on the boy again.

"What are you staring at me for?"

Song Jia faintly spat out a smoke ring and stood up from his seat.

Her waist is as thin as a water snake.

The body is a standard perfect nine-headed S-shape.

The young man's eyes were full of anger, and when he stared at her, he wanted to kill her a million times with his gaze.

The man who was called Brother Lei spoke in an arrogant tone, "What's the matter, does Sister Jia want to intercede for this kid?" ”

"There's no need to intercede." Song Jia walked over to the young man and squatted down.

She wears the uniform of the sixth middle school.

is obviously young and beautiful, but she is stunned to wear a sexy and flirtatious atmosphere.

"What's your name?" Song Jia approached him and asked him.

His face and eyes were covered in blood.

But the girl didn't look scared at all.

The boy was pressed by the shoulders of a thug on the left and right, and knelt on the ground.

Song Jia was so close that he could even smell the faint smell of blood coming from him.

"A dumb man?" She asked lightly again.

The body fragrance of the girl and the smell of blood like this dross are mixed together.

It's surprisingly unremarkable.

The boy stared at her deadly.

I don't know where the strength suddenly came from.

The whole person slammed into her forehead!

There is a tendency to be iron-clad and not afraid of death.

Song Jia also reacted quickly.

Before he could bump into it, he was the first to leave, accompanied by a loud slap.

Five clear finger prints were directly visible on the young man's fair face.

Song Jia beat hard.

Twelve-year-old Cheng was also directly hit on the wrong head.

But he was still like a trapped beast in a cage that never stopped.

Let out an angry growl.

Song Jia watched coldly.

At the age of fifteen, she has become a little sister of the evil faction who oppresses her classmates everywhere.

"Brother Lei." Song Jia rubbed his wrist with an indifferent expression, "It's better to cut off this person's hands." ”

"I really look at him as an eyesore."

"If you still insist on getting him here, then I'll go, and I'll have a birthday party tonight, so I can't celebrate Brother Lei."

Song Jia said, to leave.

In the end, Song Jia was still sold a few thin noodles.

In fact, this fifteen-year-old little sister is nothing important.

But the huge consortium behind her family.

is a must be important.

Wang Qinlei panicked, and hurriedly grabbed her, "Okay, okay, I won't get him if Sister Jia is unhappy." ”

"You want to cut off his hands, don't you?"

"Okay!"

"Are you sure it's a pair or a pair?"

"Brother Lei will do it for you personally, what do you think? Can we have a better time? ”

The little brother who understands the color of the eye immediately came up with a knife.

When I handed it over.

The knife face reflects sharp light.

also reflects the bloodied young man, with a pair of eyes that are cold to the bone.

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[Let's write slowly, slowly feel, my love for you, read between the lines. 】