Eyelash essence Wen Yan blinked, and stood in place without blushing and heartbeat.

"What are you covering? It's not that I didn't wear it. As he spoke, he seemed to be in slow motion, his gaze sweeping from head to toe at her.

She gritted her teeth, her eyes breathing fire.

Then, he turned around and added, "Besides, it's not like I haven't seen it." Is there a difference from then? ”

！！！

Shameful memories of my childhood at the resort came back to my heart.

No way! She was only 7 years old at the time, and now she is 20 years old, okay! It makes no difference what you mean!

Wait, that's not the point! The point is, don't knock on the door, enter someone else's room without permission, and don't even say sorry?

She was so angry that she yelled "You pervert" and kicked forward with her right foot.

She is indeed no longer the little potato she used to be, and this kick, the weapon was finally kicked out by her. It's just that the angle is slightly off, and the slipper brushes past Wen Yan's shoulder and flies out of the window......

"Ahh

Two tones.

A sound came from the well-being downstairs who was cleaning up the fallen leaves, and a disaster fell from the sky, and he almost flashed to his waist again.

A sound came from an angry and painful person in the room.

She used too much force just now, the soles of her shoes were slippery, and she fell directly into the air, and her back hurt so much that her teeth chattered.

Wen Yan's face appeared in front of him, and he squatted beside her, the corners of his mouth raised.

Then he stood up, walked to the cupboard, and folded the five pairs of panties neatly and squeezed them in his hands. Then, she returned to Shen Xihuan and took away the one she was still holding in her hand and forgot to let go.

"I thought you had gone downstairs for dinner, so you came in looking for my panties, after all, my panties were stolen and there was a nature porter at home. Also, grabbing my panties and reluctant to let go, who is the pervert? ”

“……”

She wanted to cry without tears, and squeezed out two words: "Bastard!" ”

After this toss, she had no appetite, and after only two bites of dinner, she lay on the bed and made a corpse. Bao Yimei and Shi Shi helped her rub her back and apply ointment.

However, because of this, her attention was completely diverted, and she was no longer trapped in the cage of "being killed twice".

Whatever! There is a ready-made killer ghost at home, and she still struggles with the mysterious murderer, but she didn't die anyway......

Shen Sihuan, who adjusted his mentality very quickly, fell asleep with a potato pillow.

Her sleeping face appeared on a mobile phone screen, and the person clicked and took several photos in a row......

It was Saturday.

Blue sky and white clouds, fresh breeze.

The air quality is excellent.

Shen Sihuan stood in the corner of Baiye Square, behind which was the billboard of a well-known mobile phone, and Li Jie's handsome side face was overwhelming.

She was bored and waiting for someone.

Not far to the left, a young man in a shirt and trousers, with four bags at his feet, keeps fixing his hair in front of the window. She looked around, looked at the man twice, and was suddenly attracted to the contents of his bag.

"Hello." She patted him on the left shoulder.

"Oh, little friend, what's the matter?"

Little Pot Friend......

Shen Sihuan was embarrassed.

She wore a Chopper T-shirt today, light blue denim ripped pants, pink Converse canvas shoes, and a backpack from Zu'er behind her, with a pink English alphabet cap on a black background. It does look small, but it's not to the point where he calls it a "little pot friend", right? He looked like he was in his early twenties, how much older could he be than her?

"Huanhuan."

Bao Weiming carried a small bag and walked from afar.

"Uncle Bao."

"Teacher Bao."

Forehead?