One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband

Since Chen Xueshu installed the game "Angry Birds" on Nalan Xin'er's mobile phone, Nalan Xin'er felt that the ten minutes after class was no longer boring, and there was new fun in leisure time, even The aunt doesn’t hurt so much anymore!

Playing the birdies in all kinds of ways, the refreshing feeling is really hard to describe in words!

She spends most of her time studying now, and occasionally relaxing like this is a reasonable adjustment.

The next day, it was Dongfang Yunhe’s turn to teach them the elective course of "Astrophysics and Human Culture". In the wide lecture hall, Nalan Xiner was sitting in the last row again, quietly-hitting the birds. !

"Uncle smelly, you stink bird, beat you, beat you! Beat you hard! Beat you! See how you bully others..." She whispered in her heart while secretly beating the bird.

She had previewed the content of this uncle, and felt that she had mastered all the knowledge points, so she ran so arrogantly and unscrupulously without attending the class seriously.

She thought she was sitting in the last row, with a tall man from Chen Xueshu in front of her, and the uncle on the podium would not be able to spot it anyway.

As everyone knows, a certain man's eyes are about to burst into flames!

Little thing, how dare you play games in his class, under his nose? !

Still muttering to maimed his bird? !

I don't want to think about who can hurt anyone in the future? ! Little things owed to be packed!

The cold eyes narrowed, and the nameless fire suddenly turned into a black-bellied smile.

"I told you about your affairs yesterday. Have you finished it?" A text message was sent, and Dongfang Yunhe calmly continued the lecture.

Nalan Xin'er didn't know the psychological changes of a certain man. She was beating a bird at the desk and she was completely forgetful.

"Wow, it's cleared again! There is one more level to the top, yeah!" She pressed excitedly, moving towards the last level.

Suddenly, the screen went black.

"What's the matter?" Nalan Xin'er saw the birds and obstacles on the screen disappeared, almost exclaimed, "Is the phone dead? No, it's full in the morning... and other things. Software can also be used..."

She stabbed Chen Xueshu who was sitting in the front row: "Help me see what's going on? Is the phone software malfunctioning?"

Chen Xueshu took the phone and fiddled with it, and said in a low voice, "The software company...was acquired, and recalled this game, saying that it is no longer released. The downloaded software was automatically closed through the network system. Run function..."

"What?! What does this mean?"

"It means...this game software...is scrapped..." Chen Xueshu was also a huge sweat. He has never encountered such a situation.

Nalan Xin'er is even more depressed: such a fun and profitable game, how to say it is acquired, and the major shareholders are brain-dead? How could the game be closed and scrapped? Is he a fool if he has money and doesn't make money?

As everyone knows, the person she is blaming is not a brain-dead, nor a fool, but a big old vinegar jar.

The game couldn't be played, so she had to turn off her phone, pouting her mouth, and listen to the class.

The man on the stage is still so **** elegant and beautiful. For some reason, she always feels that the corners of his lips are slightly raised, with a successful smile.

What are you laughing at, you still have a hook while giving lectures, uncle stinky!

Time flies, and the weekend soon arrives.

Two days after Nalan Xin'er's menstrual period, she felt her physical strength gradually recovered, so she made an appointment with Chen Xueshu and set off for Tianjin.

Tianjin is not only a famous city of a thousand lakes, but also a gourmet city. For a foodie, it is a paradise.

[Master Yun: Thank you for your reward. The first "Grandmaster" fan of this book is born. Master will add 1 more. Thanks to the fairy who insists on voting every day. The votes are also very high this week. I will add 1 more later. I know that all the fairies feel sorry for the Lord, and the Lord is helpless. It is late at night when it is written, and there are a lot of inspirations late at night, and late at night, it’s suitable for losing the festival...