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Chapter 127: You're a Three-Dead Youth!


お romanticly swept around.,Opened a large drawer casually.,And then I caught a glimpse of the neat inside.,It's all colorful little cute little lace.。"

Brushed" the ground, and her little face immediately flushed.At the same time, romance is really convinced, and the lottery is not so accurate.She suddenly realized something, and hurried to look at the cute little sizes.The clothes are divided into large, medium and small sizes, and the range is very large, but the cutie is much more directive.Romance flipped through the pages and found that all of them were new, and some of them even had tags still hanging.As soon as she glanced at it, her face turned gloomy 34b was really not the size she was wearing now, and she stopped wearing that size half a year ago.Woo woo woo this cloakroom, all the things here, all of them are not hers.At this moment, how romantic she wishes that her two buns could be smaller, then she can still deceive herself.However, she wears 34C, it's C, Cat, not Boy Romanticly hummed her little nose, and she finally knew, it turned out that Brother Da Can likes small snacks and doesn't like big buns.She also asked Mommy to invite a nutritionist back before, specifically to make up for the two pieces of meat in front of her, but she was romantic, and took out her mobile phone angrily to bombard Ling Xingcan: No taste, no pursuit, no vision, you Ling Xingcan is a girl who weighs more than three digits in the third year, no future, a girl with a cup lower than c, there is no way out, but you are okay, turn off the light, do you know if she is a man or a woman, as a rich, beautiful and well-shaped man, he has such high requirements for himself, but he has no requirements for the other half, Is your brain wat hum no wonder you are single, because the airports you like have gone to the plastic surgery hospital to stuff silicone saline bags.I hated that the romance on your side was almost vented, so I walked out of the cloakroom in a negative mood.She opened the door for the fourth time tonight to retrieve the conservative pajamas with long sleeves and trousers.At the very least, that set of clothes was indeed specially prepared for her by Ling Xingcan, and it was really something that belonged to her, unlike Ling Xingcan next door in the cloakroom, who told herself many times not to take care of that little pink ball.But when he heard the phone vibrating a few times, he still reached over and clicked on the newly received message.Reading it one by one, the black lines on his head multiplied and multiplied, what did he do, why is he a three-no young man for a while, and a three-type man for a while, is he stepping on him, or is he praising him Finally, Ling Xingcan's eyes fell on the three words at the end Do you hate him He laughed at himself, and replied: Do you need me to send you back to the hotel now At this time, Romanticism went to the small balcony where the washing machine was placed, and he had already groped for himself to start the washing machine.Then after she takes a shower, she shouldn't have to wait too long, and she should be able to have clean clothes to wear.The mobile phone "ding", and the romance leaned against the railing of the small balcony to launch a new round of information bombardment: No, thank you for wanting me to go, I won't roll.I come to disgust you every day, it has become my new ambition, a little bit that everyone loves you and you like the small, the strange thing is that you can't run, Ling Xingcan, big fool, look at which day you are beaten up and Miss Ben has hands, feet and banknotes, even if you want to leave, you don't need to send it.Good night, don't make me sleep well