Don’t You Like Me

He Yan’s lips smashed into a line, and he looked at Wang Zhuo again and again.

Between the electric and the Flint, He Yan’s mind made him a small man and did not let him be a small man who had fought for three hundred rounds!

Wang Zhuo took a look at the success of the mischief. He patted his **** and went to the water room to wash, but suddenly he heard He Hao calmly said: "You are embarrassed."

- This is the result of the three hundred rounds of the war.

He Wei still can't help, and wants to test it further.

Wang Zhuo’s eyes: "...ah?"

He Yan is serious and seems to be completely joking: "Come."

Wang Zhuo’s expression screamed at He’s sly, and he thought that He must be hiding, just like every time he joked and accidentally opened the fire, the result was why He Zhen stood still in the same place!

Wang Zhuo’s hand stopped when he was less than half a centimeter away, and he asked with a wink: "Where, do not hide? What makes me jealous?"

"Do you say it yourself, don't be embarrassed." He Yan's eyes were a little shrill.

Wang Zhuo’s hand is in the air.

When it was late, when it was fast, He Wei took a small step forward and shrank the distance between Wang Zhuo’s hand and his own one less than half a centimeter!

After a while, Wang Zhuoqi laughed two times and pulled out a pretense that didn't matter. He said: "...hey, very spirited, not pinched."

He rubbed his eyes toward Wang Zhuo’s sleeping pants and smiled a little. “You are also very spirited.”

Everyone is like this in the morning!

Wang Zhuo silently took back his hand and swept his mouth to the "that help each other". The students swallowed back. He used to swear with him, but this time he was a little afraid. He was afraid that He would force him to interact with him. Help each other.

This kid is not a ghost, too... Wang Zhuo thought uncomfortably.

He Yan's face was a little red, and he licked his lips and stared at Wang Zhuo's vague red cheeks. Although he didn't dare to do anything else, he couldn't bear to forget it. Wang Zhuo was still squinting in the same place. The two men looked at each other with blushing eyes and tacitly looked at them at the same time. There was an inexplicable breath in the bedroom, but no one dared to point it out.

"...haha, what are we doing in this stupid place?" Wang Zhuo was silent for a moment, suddenly smiled and scratched the bird's nest like a mess, and quickly turned to the basin to go to the water room to wash.

All day on Saturday, Wang Zhuo did not appear any more abnormal. Early in the morning on Sunday, the two went to Lingyun Mountain by car. This mountain is a relatively famous spot in the local area, and there are still many tourists. They bought tickets and lift tickets to and from the mountain. The cable car stopped at a small section of the road from the top of the mountain. The two even ran away and reached the top in less than 20 minutes, and the temple was on the top of the mountain.

Wang Zhuo asked a few monks and laymen to ask a question. As a result, all of them were gold salesmen. Three words did not leave the fragrance. Wang Zhuo was finally seen by an old monk who seemed to be very deep. Speaking of buying incense, I went to worship the Buddha statue with He Wei, and turned to ask the old monk, but I did not know.

Wang Zhuo smiled bitterly: "Don't you light Amitabha, can you give me some substantive advice? How can I take the little devil on me?"

The old monk looked kindly: "Is the small donor determined that it is not the illusion caused by too much pressure?"

Wang Zhuo waved his hand: "Don't you, don't you mention science with me, don't you know what to do?"

The old monk said sincerely: "I have lived for so many years and have never seen a ghost. The little donor is afraid to think more."

Wang Zhuo: "Then you still let me buy so much incense."

The old monk’s hands clasped together and he was unpredictable: “Amitabha.”

Wang Zhuo: "..."

He Wei: "..."

There is no one in the whole temple. The monks and the laymen are particularly able to carry forward the scientific concept of development. They are not superstitious at all. They both turned around and asked for a long time. They did not ask for anything useful.

He Yan’s face is ugly, and he’s depressed: “Running in white, this group of people...”

"Forget it." Wang Zhuo waved his hand. "I didn't expect them all, and it was fine yesterday. Maybe this time the little **** is gone."

Just put a huge flag for yourself!

They came out early in the morning, and the cable cars were up and down the mountain. The following mountains were just past noon. They found a shop on the side of the road to eat, and they ate Wang Zhuo’s favorite spicy pot.

Before listening to Lin Feiran, the baby spirit is generally not malicious to the living, just want to experience the world. So when the pot came up, Wang Zhuo patted his back and folded his hands and read the words: "Hey, that little baby, this is called spicy hot pot, especially delicious daddy like, now let you experience it, guarantee your soul." Out, Amitabha."

He Wei watched for a moment when Wang Zhuo’s hippie smile was not serious, helped him open the chopsticks and unscrew the drink, and gently said: “Come on.”

Wang Zhuo took a bite and ate it into his mouth. He chewed it down and asked, "How about a little fart, good? Is it out? Nothing is coming out."

He Yan smiled and shook his head.

He liked Wang Zhuo's auspicious look. When he saw it, he couldn't wait to get together and kissed him. He blocked his unscrupulous mouth.

The baby spirit has not come out, I don’t know if it’s the soul, or I’m very satisfied with the spicy pot.

Wang Zhuo ate a full meal and asked his stomach: "Where to go in the afternoon?"

He Yan stared at him: "Go back to school to write homework, you know to play."

Wang Zhuo smiled: "No, I don't want to play. In this world, only learning and building socialism can make me happy. I don't think about letting the little child experience more experience."

"Go back to write homework, write the night to accompany you to open black," He Yan Wang Zhuo's hair, "call Kaifeng to fly them."

"This is almost the same." Wang Zhuoxi sighed with anger. "Let the little fart baby experience what the king is." He said that he is not addicted to playing this game. After that, he forced me to play every day. You don't let What should I do if I play with him?"

He Wei: "..."

Wang Zhuo’s face was righteous: "I don’t want to play it myself, I’m all dependent on the little devil."

Baby spirit: "?"

Only after being in the ghost for a few days, I learned to smash the pot!

He Yan said with a black face: "What a addiction to a baby, saying that only weekends can be played, you are embarrassed, don't worry."

The two walked leisurely toward the subway station.

This film belongs to the tourist area that has been developed in recent years. In addition to the scenic spot of Lingyun Mountain, there is a large playground not far away. The Ferris wheel can be seen on the road.

They are walking, and they are coming to a family of three. I don’t know if I want to take the children to the playground. The child has strawberry marshmallow in his left hand and a Hello Kitty balloon in his right hand. He smiles happily and her parents. Speaking.

Wang Zhuo's footsteps suddenly stagnate, staring at the little girl.

No, to be exact, he is watching the balloons and marshmallows in the hands of the little girl...

He Wei noticed that Wang Zhuo became obviously abnormal eyes, his scalp was tight and he screamed to finish.

Sure enough, Wang Zhuo’s mouth slowly slammed down, and his eyes gradually began to shed tears, and he choked and said: “Dad--”

He Wei: "..."