For the first time, she fluttered away without ending the full conversation, returned to her room, closed the door, and looked around, all in front of Lin Xie's and his imaginary girlfriend's face. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Cao Qingqing remembered that when he was a child, he lowered his head and washed his face, and when he couldn't open his eyes, he would always imagine that there was a strange ghost standing on the side, looking at himself faintly, and when he opened his eyes in a hurry, the ghost would laugh and disappear. ”

After that, her mental state really improved a lot, because every time she lowered her head and washed her face, those ghosts who looked at her would be beaten by a muscular man with a mallet.

As a result, she was not afraid to close her eyes when she was young, but she almost took the "muscular prince with a mallet" as the ideal type, and to a large extent, helped her get through the middle and high school where girls should like to chase stars the most, and fantasized that the prince cared for and protected herself.

So, in front of her, Lin Xie's stunned face and his "kind girlfriend" dangled in front of her, laughing from time to time.

No, how can I think it's so complicated, people have girlfriends.

Instead of being afraid of the two faces in front of her, she was afraid of the sudden appearance of the "muscular prince with a mallet".

The prince was born like the "prince's public face" cut out of a fairy tale book, two-dimensional and dreamy, and ordinary humans would never be like this.

He wore a handsome red shawl, tight panties, but no shirt or pants, his muscles were really exaggerated and hugged, and every muscle that should have almost filled his eyes, as solid as steel clay.

"Do you want me to beat them up?"

The prince waved the mallet in his hand, and although it didn't draw the air, it almost hit Lin Xie and his kind girlfriend in the face.

Cao Qingqing couldn't open her mouth, she just chuckled in her head, and wanted to say: No, but she couldn't make a sound, so she could only shake her hands helplessly.

"Not really? You don't look very good. As the prince said this, his face suddenly changed.....

He seemed to have changed his face with Lin Xie, the face of the muscular prince became Lin Xie's daily sluggish face, and the face next to his kind girlfriend became the appearance of a two-dimensional exaggerated scumbag.

And the prince who turned into Lin Xie's face suddenly approached with a mallet, Cao Qingqing wanted to retreat, but she couldn't move her footsteps, her feet were embedded in the floor, and she wanted to at least shout a step, but in her heart she hoped that this ideal type when she was a child could walk closer, closer.

Sure enough, the hand of the muscle prince dragged on Cao Qingqing's waist who was about to fall, and the assumed snort hit Cao Qingqing's face warmly.

She couldn't take a step from this apocryphal artistic conception, and only felt that her body was getting softer and softer.

"No, hit him?" The muscular prince who turned into Lin Xie's face blinked his eyes gently, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.....

Cao Qingqing suddenly remembered that Lin Xie was drunk and lying on his knees, and raised his face after making some slightly unreasonable moves, and what he saw was a virgin reaction of "sorry", which was definitely not the boldness and scoundrel in front of him, and also revealed the princely emotions such as self-confidence.

She loves this face, yes, Cao Qingqing can be extremely sure at the moment, but it is definitely not this body, this thought makes her leave from her imagination.

Her little hand pushed onto the Muscle Prince's chest, then snorted and pushed away hard.

The evil smiling prince suddenly disappeared in a panic, and he turned into a two-dimensional face: "You, don't you need me....."

He disappeared from Cao Qingqing's eyes, who would have thought that the iceberg queen of Wangjing would actually YY an ordinary male......

If those people chasing her knew about this, it is estimated that they could vomit blood and turn into a great wall of resentment.

Cao Qingqing's chest rose and fell slightly, and his hand slapped his chest a little harder, so that this tense breath could be calmed down, and he finally faced his own imagination once, and fought unexpectedly, for no reason...... Confirmed the sincerity.

That is, he likes Linche......

"Qingqing...... Qingqing ...... I..... Hungry ......."

Cao Qingqing was in the hallway, and the sound came from the leaves on the bed.

She shook her head violently, then tugged at her hot face and admonished herself to be sober.

"Hey! You're Cao Qingqing! She looked at the mirror in the hallway.

She thought she was just warning herself in her heart, but she didn't realize that she didn't actually mean to say it.

She hurriedly covered her mouth, her face turned even redder, she was in her thirties, how could she still imagine being forcibly kissed by a man like a high school girl, and then she reminded herself to keep her distance......

Ahh......h

Cao Qingqing squatted on the ground, hugging her knees, wanting to cry but without an accurate reason, simply complaining about how she could be so unlike herself, and made some actions that she usually didn't dare to imagine......

I hate it, I hate it, she really wants to find a "gentle place" to be coquettish and play like the TV series, and then vent all the strength she has no reason to mention, so that she can feel better.

Ye Zi on the bed said in a daze: "Yes, you are Cao Qingqing...... What are you doing....."

An hour later, the two women sat at the dining table for breakfast, and the blush on Cao Qingqing's face did not completely disappear.

Regarding the blush, Cao Qingqing explained: It seems that he has a little fever, but he definitely doesn't need to take medicine.

She was afraid that Ye Zi would rush to the doctor, so she immediately instructed that she didn't need to take medicine.

On the other hand, the Wangjing iceberg goddess YY, who was unintentionally stirred, and the girlish Lin Xie.

He woke up and looked at the stewardess in front of him, then exhaled and spat the night's fermented and cloudy breath on the stewardess's face.

The stewardess was unmoved, didn't even blink her eyes, and smiled stiffly as always.

"Isn't it fragrant?" Lin Xie leaned closer, and then woke up his nose: "Oh, you can't feel it." ”

Before his eyes were fully opened, he deliberately used his morning tone to tease the flight attendant.

Timo flew to Lin Xie's face, and his fleshy red finger pointed at Lin Xie's earlobe: "It's in good shape, I thought you were going to die last night." ”

"Don't curse me to death, what, I don't have to sleep when I'm sad." Lin Xie's sadness refers to the mental journey of the little beggar.

"Sister stewardess, how can you be considered a sincere smile?" He asked with his eyes open, seemingly extremely curious.

Yoshizawa Ivy, who can meet the hacker smoothly tomorrow, may be a stick that knocks her out and then snaps, and the little boy Timo is looking for is about to be found by Dou Wei, after all, there is a direction, and the thief's business is more relaxed and happy, as long as you spend billions of dollars, you can "smile sincerely"

This obsession, which sounds simplest at first, can't even find a direction.

"It's useless to tell you jokes, Teemo and the hacker are two comedians every day, and I don't see your expression change." Lin Xie was about to say, "How can you laugh sincerely?" ”