Ding--The phone left on the bed shook.Song Miao exhaled and opened it slowly.Seeing the conversation on the phone, the temperature on her face, which had been lowered, heated up again.And there is a tendency to get hotter and hotter.Rourou: [Hey, hey, jpg] Rourou: Baby, have you seen the gift?
Do you like it?
Yau Yau: Trust my vision!
No matter how cold and abstinent your brother Huo is, when he sees you wearing this, he will definitely turn into a beast!
Rourou: [You know what I mean, jpg] Rourou: The time and place are right, and now it's time to send people!
Be brave, baby, come on!
Rourou: Think about it, your brother Huo is so seductive, even my aunt, a married woman, can't take her eyes off when she sees your brother Huo smiling.If it is replaced by those little girls who are not married, I am afraid that they will lose their souls!
Rourou: Stamp it early and enjoy it early!
Rourou: But you must take protective measures, love you~ [Bo Bo jpg] "Smack!
”Song Miao hurriedly turned off her mobile phone and threw it away.She patted her face cracklingly, a small face under the light was as bright as the morning glow, and her eyes were watery, as if they were full of affection.She probably didn't know how attractive she looked.Tang Xinrou's words stimulated Song Miao, every time she went out with Huo Yunque, there were always girls peeking at her brother behind her back, and trying to take photos secretly!
Song Miao believes that as long as they are given a chance, someone will definitely pounce on them without hesitation.There will never be a shortage of such people in this world.She bit her lip almost dripping blood, took a deep breath, and with desperate courage, pulled the strap of her bathrobe ............
'tuk tuk. ’'Tuk tuk. ’Song Miao knocked on the door, but no one answered inside.She was stunned for a moment, and her heart began to retreat.But thinking of her purpose, she grabbed the edge of her bathrobe and gritted her teeth and unscrewed the doorknob.'
Click-' The door opened.Today's Huo Yunque's door is never locked, in order to prevent her from occasionally sleeping at night when she is scared and sneaking over.Now, it's convenient for Song Miao.Knock, knock, knock......
Every step is like stepping on the heart, and the heartbeat fluctuates violently.Her throat was so dry that her face was red and her head was dizzy.Before she came, she drank most of the bottle......
Now that the wine is rising, Song Miao pouted, and his heart is indignant.Who said that wine is intimidating?
It's not reliable at all!
She was still scared - the room was silent, and she looked at the bed for the first time.The dark blue bed is flat and neat, and there is no trace of sleep.Under the warm yellow wall lamp, there are a few cute and cute little dolls.It was brought over by Song Miao, and she said: Brother, your room is too dull, I'll add a little color to you!
Huo Yunque naturally went with her.There were traces of her everywhere, her little slippers next to the bed, and next to the white bone china cup, there was a light pink porcelain cup.That's hers.And the books on the bedside table: "The Director's Self-Cultivation" is one of her must-read books every night.Song kicked off her slippers and stepped on the fluffy carpet, which was velveteen before.After she moved in, she changed to this.Because she always likes to run around barefoot, the fluffy carpet obviously feels better to the touch.On the couch there was a small blanket that she usually used, and a coat that she had forgotten to take with her the last time she had left it.Look-she's like an arrogant and unreasonable intruder, domineering the bedroom that once exuded rigor and coldness, little by little, domineering dyed her own breath.