(Girls' Literature) Su Ming stood messy in the water.

Looking at the smug master, he wanted to say, is this a good cut that was pulled down by your old man?

Such a big person, naïve, isn't it?

Su Zicai didn't care whether he was naïve or not, he pulled down the cushion on his back, and he felt a little better in his heart.

It's better to have someone to suffer with you than to be alone.

This is typical of not seeing others well.

He wanted to get up, saying that he didn't have a fire to fight.

However, the black-bellied fellow of the master actually pressed him into the water.

After drinking several sips of bath water, even a clay figure has three points of fire.

Su Ming was angry, he didn't care if he was a master or not, he would beat him first.

As a result, in the huge pool, two big men scuffled together.

When the autumn moon came out, I happened to see such a picture.

The two hugged each other 'intimately' (in fact, they played together and twisted into twists.) ）

You press me, I press you, and the standard action is to press into the water.

This picture is so beautiful that Qiu Yue doesn't dare to look at it.

Can you imagine the picture of two beautiful men twisted together and disheveled?

From time to time, large areas of snow-white skin are also exposed.

Tut-tut, this picture, nosebleeds.

"Ahem, I said that in broad daylight, you just show affection like this, is it really good?"

Wait until the evening, in the dead of night.

"Nope!"

The two spoke at the same time, then glared at each other, and then shot at the same time.

Obviously, Su Zi's reaction was relatively fast, and Su Ming was sadly pressed into the water, bubbling straight up.

Su Ming, who couldn't get up in the water for a long time, was in a hurry, and hugged Su Zi's thigh and dragged it in.

Qiuyue was lying on a soft chair and watching the play happily.

I also give them some pointers from time to time.

She watched happily and said it energetically, but both of them did have black faces.

In order to end this 'competition', Su Dashen jumped up suddenly, Su Ming got a chance to breathe, and as soon as he came out of his head, he was beaten by one.

Looking at Su Ming, who looked like a stake nailed to the water, Su Zi smiled with satisfaction, threw the hammer in his hand, and said proudly, "Sample, play with the master, you can't kill you." ”

Before Su Minglin fell into a coma, the words that came to his mind were, "The master is cheap silver, big cheap silver." ”

"Haha!"

Qiu Yue was about to be laughed at, did Master really want to bully Su Ming like this?

She began to sympathize with Su Ming, it must be very hard to have such a master.

If Su Ming could hear Qiu Yue's thoughts at this time, he would definitely nod vigorously, yes, yes, it's very miserable.

"Lady, Su Ming's wings have grown stiff, you have to make decisions for your husband."

Someone is the wicked and sues first.

Su Ming finally woke up slowly, and as soon as he climbed out of the water, he heard a very shameless complaint from his master.

Immediately, the anger almost sank again.

Qiu Yue raised her eyebrows, looked at the tearful Su Ming and the smug Master, should she help the Master? Or should I help Master?

At this point, there is only one answer, and that's obvious.

"Su Ming, this is your mistake."

Su Zixiao's whole face was about to bloom, and Su Ming was only a handful of snot and tears.

"You said that you are also a first-class scholar next to Master, how can you deliberately let him."

Hey?

Hey?! Hey?!

The two of them were dumbfounded at the same time, what did she say?

Su Zi didn't seem to believe what he heard, and pulled Qiuyue's sleeve, "Lady, you are mistaken, it's not that he makes him a husband, but that he is not as good as others." ”

Qiu Yue ignored Master Master and looked at Su Ming instead.

Su Ming understood, touched a handful of tears and snot, and didn't care about the big bag that was still sore in his head, patted his chest and promised, "Don't worry, madam, it won't be next time." ”

Whew!

Su Zi said that he wanted to protest, for Mao Mao in the end, the matter will be sauce purple drops?