Restart the Flying Age

The world is full in April.

But just after the Qingming month of April, it is just the beginning of the season of ‘all sorts of red and purple fights against each other’.

The continuous light rain finally ceased, and the flowers and plants finally had the opportunity to compete.

Although there are no rare varieties on campus, but together, the colorful flowers are all spring, it is definitely better than a red apricot coming out of the wall.

In contrast to the flowers, there are groups of girls on campus.

It is the age of the rainy season, even if the dress is simple and unpretentious, even if there are occasional acne or weight loss, there is still a burst of vigor and vitality.

Wu Tao was sitting in the Chuan Chuan Xiang shop, watching the girls who occupy the main consumption of Mala Tang night snacks, Yingying Yanyan, twittering, and then realized that spring is really here.

During this time, Zhao Li has moved out of the school dormitory and lived in a house off campus.

Coincidentally, he was in the same community as him, and in the same building.

It was a little embarrassing now.

It is said that women and villains are difficult to raise. Sit together during the day and live together up and down at night.

Suddenly the sense of distance disappeared, and Wu Tao was really not used to it.

Especially at night, when Zhao Li was wearing a generous and lovely pajamas, wearing slippers, and being careful, when knocking on the door of his room, she was really not used to it.

At this time, he couldn't remove his eyes that were staring at the opponent's chest, and he couldn't even control his dry mouth.

The only way is to take out Huang Shiren's style and shout: "Yang Bailao, you owe me the debt, oh no, the comic manuscript, shouldn't it be handed in?"

Then he slammed the door shut.

Really made a lot of determination.

It's no wonder that boys start to be agitated during adolescence, which is entirely hormones.

Even Wu Tao and the two generations could not help but lose their will to persevere.

I had known that when Song Zhuang was asked to find a house, he had checked more.

"What are you thinking about?" When he was thinking about it, he was interrupted by An Rong's anger. Wu Tao came back to his senses and looked at the customers who were leaving around. Then he suddenly said, "It's time to go home, right?"

An Rong squeezed a paper towel and wiped the corners of her pink lips and said, "It's been late to go back these days. My mother has started to ask questions about me, thinking what's wrong with the two of us!"

Hehe, Wu Tao smiled and got up, "Then go back!"

As the autumn leaves and the spring returns, the shade of the trees under the street lights is whirling again, reflecting the overlapping figures of the two on the 28th outline, which is particularly sweet.

An Rong clung to the back of her back, feeling at ease in her heart. It was just the breath of a few pieces of thin clothes that made her feel a little rippling, even imaginative.

"Aren't you, it's very hard to hold back?" An Rong had courage for a long time before saying this.

As soon as he said it, Xiafei's cheeks were instantly fiery.

With a creak, the twenty-eight bars stopped in place immediately.

Wu Tao turned around suddenly, and excited little flames jumped in his eyes, "You, what did you say?"

"I heard that boys of your age are at the most restless and dangerous stage..."

"Yeah!" Wu Tao nodded heavily and grabbed An Rong's arm, "Do you want to..."

"I...no..." An Rong didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, but her pretty face was already ashamed, "Uncle Zhuang is looking at us..."

Wu Tao's fiery heart immediately felt like a pot of cold water poured through.

"Who do you listen to, these messy..." Turning around, he was immediately humble and respectful, as if he wasn't the one who was anxious just now.

An Rong lowered his head and rolled his waist without hesitation.

Naturally, Gu Jin told her about this, and even Yu Niang-liang also discussed a lot of more in-depth content and knowledge.

Some An Rong sounded hot at the base of her ears.

Both curious and shy.

Of course, at this time, An Rong naturally couldn't say frankly, ‘this is what my mother said’, but said a little panic: "I saw it in the book..."

It was so easy to send An Rong home, and Wu Tao returned to his wealthy home. This rippling heart barely returned.

But when he just arrived at her door, Zhao Li was wearing a golden hair one-piece pajamas, leaning back against the door, with wet hair, licking a big red apple.

Wu Tao swallowed his saliva. He was so big that he didn't wear underwear, so he didn't let people live?

This mind that has just calmed down will be in chaos for a while, and it may even be impossible to sleep peacefully all night.

Then I thought about it, now that Uncle Zhuang is not there, is it possible to..., um... um... um...

The idea is very tempting, but I always feel that nothing is right.

"I'm back?" Zhao Li looked at her watch, "Today is five minutes later than yesterday, and I have been long enough with Rong Rong!"

Wu Tao immediately pulled his face, "Is the draft finished?"

"It's finished!" Zhao Li pressed her chest, "If I don't finish painting, will I dare to come?"

"Don't go to bed after painting." Wu Tao pretended to be a reprimand.

Zhao Li didn't care too much. If he was always kind to himself, wouldn't he be treated the same as An Rong?

This is obviously impossible!

So Wu Tao treats her as warm as spring at school during the day, and sweeps the fallen leaves outside like autumn wind at night, that's right!

Zhao Li has this self-knowledge, which shows that **** may not always be brainless.

"I'm here to ask you something."

Wu Tao opened the door and entered the room, Zhao Li followed up with a grin, and a hint of "finally entering the room" came out of her small mouth.

"What's the matter? Let's talk."

"Don't worry, I'll make a pot of tea for you."

Wu Tao held her with one hand, "Don't be busy, I won't drink tea at night. If you have something to say!"

Zhao Li pursed her little mouth, "That's it, my dad asked me to ask, you asked them to buy into the small commodity market shops a year ago, but you still can't count them? Now the small commodity market seems to have begun pre-sales."

In this matter, Wu Binghua had just entered the field with the construction team, and the outer wall may have just been erected.

Is this pre-sale now?

It seemed that An Dingguo couldn't wait and couldn't hold back his breath.

But this does not affect my judgment.

So he nodded and said: "Of course I have to count! If you want to buy, hurry up. The prospects of the small commodity market are bright!"

"That's fine!" Zhao Li finished eating the apple~www.wuxiaspot.com~, clapped her hands and said: "I'll go home tomorrow and tell them, just say that you accounted for it, so hurry up and buy it!"

"No problem, is there anything else?"

Zhao Li racked her brains to think about the problem, just wanting to stay longer. "By the way, how many books are released in the second issue of Bokubo Manke? Are there any statistics?"

"It looks like about 180,000 volumes, and it's just been counted today."

"I don't know if the approval rate of "Star Soul" will drop. Thinking about it, I'm so worried that I can't sleep..."

"If you can't sleep, just go back and continue painting!"

"Huh, Huang Shiren!" After saying that, Zhao Li twisted away angrily, of course it wouldn't be true anger.

Finally blasted people away. Wu Tao admires himself very much, I am really as solid as a rock.

Of course, this is not to say that a certain restless part is as solid as a rock, but that your will is as solid as a rock!