Nanyi muttered for a long time before she realized it and reacted-

Xu Ye seems to hate Han Li.

There was no sound of response from overhead, and she looked up uncertainly, only to realize that the boy had been looking out the window, paying no attention to what she had said.

It's dangerous.

She reluctantly persuaded herself to forgive Xu Ye without apologizing, if there was another cold war, she was afraid that she would not be able to knock Xu Ye's face in her life.

The bus gradually returned to stability, Nanyi let go of the five fingers that grabbed his arm, touched the headphones from his trouser pocket and came out to listen to the song.

And when she lowered her head to tinker with the earphone cable, the young man who was looking out of the window withdrew her gaze and looked at the top of the little girl's hair.

The eyes are dark.

**

Xu Gou ran away with the woman.

Chen Ange dropped the roller shutter door of the billiard hall and was about to have some fun, just lit a cigarette and turned around, and saw the little girl coming up the steps from a distance.

He has always scoffed at Tang Yan's insistence on his dead face.

is a thief on the surface, but in his bones he is more rebellious than him.

He pressed the back of his neck with one hand, passed by the girl without squinting, and in a staggered moment, the cuffs were unsurprisingly pulled by someone.

Biting the cigarette butt, the boy spat out the words vaguely: "Let go." ”

The fingers holding a piece of clothing tightened and gathered, looking at the boy's side face for a few seconds, the girl took a step closer and hugged the boy's waist with unmistakable accuracy.

It's like you've done it countless times, and the movements are smooth and natural.

With a small head against his chest, the boy took the cigarette from his mouth, dusted it off with one hand, and sprayed the smoke on the top of the girl's head.

"Tang Yi, don't make trouble."

The tone was full of coldness and impatience.

The girl didn't respond, but her thin shoulders in her arms were shaking, and the thin fabric on her chest was soon wet.

"Chen Ange."

Milky and milky called him.

There was a hint of resentment and anger in his tone, but there was no deterrent.

A milk cat that can't be fierce.

The girl's crying voice was hoarse, and she couldn't stop crying: "If you give me a convincing reason, I'll die." ”

It's hard to wrap around.

Chen Ange has never had such an uninteresting and troublesome girlfriend.

His brows were about to twist into a pimple: "I don't like it, is it enough." ”

and used such understatement to prevaricate her.

With a sniff, the little girl withdrew from his arms. His eyes were red and swollen, his mouth was deflated, and he was not convinced: "If I don't like anything, I can change it." ”

The boy chuckled, bewitching and bewitching, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

The cigarette ash fluttered down, and he held half a cigarette between his fingers and handed it to the girl's mouth: "Take a puff." ”

Tang Yan's eyes are black and white, pure and can be seen to the end.

She didn't understand.

Look at.

That's the problem.

Chen Ange flicked off the cigarette casually, stepped on the cigarette butt with a faint red light and ran it a few times, raised his hand and patted the girl's little face full of tears: "I like the wild." Big breasts, long legs, and the kind that makes it cool to—"

"You."

A thin smile overflowed from his lips, mixed with a hint of mockery: "It's too tender, not enough to stuff your teeth." ”

Tang Yi's face was blushing with shame, and the tears contained in his eyes fell suddenly, and the drips were hot on the boy's fingertips.

Crying again.

The little girl seems to be made of water, and she can cry like a river at every turn.

The mobile phone in his trouser pocket was vibrating, the world of flowers was waiting for him to conquer, Chen Ange didn't have time to play with her: "Tang Yi, whether you want to break up or not, don't bother me recently." Otherwise, we're really done with it. ”

"Be interested. Well? Good girl. ”