Slag Girl Illustrated Book

When Fan Qingtong got up, he confronted his cousin's face as if he was constipated.

"What's wrong?"

"What's your ex-girlfriend's name?"

"Why tell you?" Fan Qingtong became wary.

"Say it."

"It's Ruan Xihe, what's the matter?"

Fan Zhengyi's expression was even stranger.

"What the **** is going on, you say, harp!"

"Your ex-girlfriend and my blind date are the same person!"

Fan Qingtong: ...

When Ruan Xihe went back, Alayi hadn't finished his work yet, so he was holding a video conference in the study.

She went to the restaurant to prepare a fruit salad. Her boyfriend worked so hard, and the girlfriend should treat him slightly better.

I took two more kiwis.

Na Zaha was watching, and suddenly asked: "Miss Ruan likes to eat kiwi fruit?"

"No, doesn't Arayi like to eat?"

"Huh? Your Royal Highness hated eating kiwis since he was a child."

Ruan Xi paused with the hands that were originally going to peel them, but when buying candied haws in the morning, she gave the kiwi fruit to Arayi. He clearly said that he liked it, and he didn't hesitate to eat it...

She put down the kiwi, but the corners of her mouth rose a lot, this man really is.

"Then what is your favorite food?"

"Except for hating kiwis, everything else is pretty much the same."

"Okay, I see, thank you, then Zaha."

......

She went to sit in the small garden and enjoy the scenery by herself.

In the past two days, I was particularly addicted to the werewolf killing. I played every day in the game software. Of course, she wore headphones and arbitrarily adjusted her voice.

It's the sound of a scumbag male subwoofer.

She is a wolf again.

The number 6 opposite is the prophet. She is 100% proved to be an iron wolf, but she did not break out at dawn. She was forced to stay until the final round before voting for her.

"Little brother number ten, you know, the first thing I tested was you, but your voice is so nice and gentle, I can't bear to die."

After the round was over, Sister No. 6 spoke excitedly.

Ruan Xihe couldn't smile, and thanked him twice.

After playing for two hours, Allayi came in and she put down the phone.

"Where did you go this afternoon?" He hugged her afterwards.

"Go out and stroll around, I will buy you gifts." Ruan Xihe went there and took out a pink cartoon bag.

Inside is a pair of pink thermos mugs for lovers, and on the back and on the front are two little pigs holding a love peach.

Two cups have to be put together to see the effect, super cute.

"Here, one for you and one for me."

Many of the cups that Arayi used to drink water were gilded, but he still held this cup very carefully, because as long as it was something Ruan Xihe gave, even the banana peel was fragrant.

"Do you like it?"

"like."

"Then you will use it to drink water from now on."

"good."

Early the next morning, everyone packed up and prepared to go out to play.

They all said, "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu city, the bell to the passenger ship in the middle of the night."

Hanshan Temple is famous for this poem, so when you come to Suzhou, this is a scenic spot that you must check in.

Tourists are not allowed to enter the temple at six o'clock, and online tickets are not checked after five o'clock, so you have to go to the ticket office to buy it.

Simply they came early.

The forest is lush and the air environment is excellent.

The air that Arabs do not work well is at two extremes.

"I think my face is moisturized."

"Do you think our side is very good?" Ruan Xihe said with complacency.

"Yes, that's good, no wonder you can spoil such a beautiful beauty like Ruan Ruan."

God’s idiom is very exaggerated, but it does not prevent girls from listening to it.

"Shall we call a tour guide?"

"No, I like to rub other tour groups." Ruan Xihe always likes to do this, smiling like a little fox, dragging him behind a tour group and rubbing against the director. Free things are easy to use.

The temples here are very charming. If you are catching up with the chanting, you can experience the feeling that even the soul is purified.

The building layout does not have a strict central axis.

The ancient stone arch bridge in front of the gate of Hanshan Temple is Jiangcun Bridge. The yellow wall between the bridge and the gate is called Zhaobi.

There are two ancient camphor trees on both sides of the mountain gate. The classical pavilions in the yellow wall have raised corners. The right is Fengjiang Tower and the left is Frost Bell Tower, both of which are derived from the night poems of Fengqiao.

Behind the shrine is a majestic statue of a general, facing inward, facing the Daxiong Hall, holding a vajra pestle. According to the tour guide, it is also called Jiang Mo pestle.

This person is Wei Tuo, the first of the thirty-two generals under the four heavenly kings.

She took Alayi’s arm and walked slowly through the Daxiong Hall, the Tibetan Scripture Tower, the Bell Tower, the Stele Gallery, the Fengjiang Tower, the Shuangzhong Pavilion...

In order to prevent others from hearing what she said to Arayi, the two directly communicated in Arabic.

"My father believed in Buddhism. When he was young, he always donated incense money to the temple." Ruan Xihe said as he stuffed money into the transparent donation box.

Not much, just five hundred yuan.

In the past, Ruan Ji had donated millions of millions.

She usually worships when she sees Buddha statues. It is either superstitious or a habit that she has cultivated since she was a child.

Even today, she just knelt down on the futon, and there was a movement next to her. There were four futons in total. She and Alayi accounted for two, and there were two next to her. They were all kneeling.

Only a nice male voice came from his side.

"Cousin, you still believe in Buddhism?"

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