Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Song Ci just felt that she had been out for too long, and came out to see how she was. He didn't expect to run into this scene.

His little kid was actually surrounded by a group of children with no full hair.

Junior high school students are not too tall. It is strange to see Song Ci who is nearly 1.9 meters tall!

But this boy has been chasing Ruan Xihe for three years, and he still has a bit of perseverance and persistence. Compared with other boys who have stepped back a few steps, he really hasn't retreated.

"Don't bother her, otherwise, I will fight once every time I see it." Song Ci was very rude, mainly because of capital pride and capital arrogance.

"Who are you, why don't you bother me!"

Song Ci sneered, strode over, and lifted the boy up by the collar of the boy: "Do you still think you are qualified now, huh."

The moment he let go, the boy's face was extremely pale, and he took a few steps back.

Song Ci took Ruan Xihe's wrist and led the person back to the private room.

"Why...how...so go out then...so...long?" There was a little brother who drank a little and had a big tongue when he spoke.

Song Ci didn't speak, and took a cigarette from the table to light it.

Ruan Xihe smiled at the man: "There were a lot of people in the toilet just now, wait a while."

That person was drunk, otherwise this leaky rhetoric would be revealed in minutes.

Because this hotel has three large toilets, each with twenty positions, it is impossible to be not enough.

They smoked, fisted, fisted, bragged, lively and noisy.

"Is the one who liked you just now?" Song Ci ran the cigarette **** in the ashtray and asked her sideways.

"Ok."

"How long have you been chasing you."

"No impression, but it's been a long time." She really didn't pay much attention to such insignificant people.

Song Ci suddenly remembered that when she first met, she happened to be stopped by someone asking for a phone call.

His eyes fell on Ruan Xihe without concealment.

She is indeed very beautiful, especially when her eyes are focused on looking at people, it is so exciting.

What happened when I fed the watermelon that day appeared in my mind involuntarily.

He confessed that he seemed to have a bit of bad thoughts about this little boy, and wanted to take her home and hide her.

Whoever snatches the head with him, he kills whoever!

"How many in your school are chasing you?" Song Ci clicked on another cigarette, with a cigarette between his beautiful fingers, and the white, slightly transparent smoke curled up, giving it a sense of decadence and blur.

Song Ci has a sense of charm between a young boy and a mature man.

Very bewitching, very charming.

Ruan Xihe thought for a while, and then answered seriously: "This is innumerable."

This is not an exaggeration. The love letters in her desk pocket are counted in wads every day.

If Ruan Xihe really didn't have a bottom line, the things these suitors gave would be able to live very well!

But she never wanted her, and the classmates knew her as a person, but anyone who had a class outside to give gifts was rejected by them.

Song Ci took a puff of cigarette, and a single tone was spit out along with the smoke: "Fuck."

At the end of tonight, Song Ci held her at the corner of the alley and never let go.

It's almost nine o'clock in this meeting, she won't go back, the dean's mother will come to check people.

"Fuck, what are you doing?"

Song Ci's eyes looked a little strange at her.

The inexplicable atmosphere became ambiguous, she unnaturally staggered the eyes that met him, and the wrist she was holding was also faintly hot.

"I, I'm going back."

"Ruan Ruan." He whispered her name.

"Ah." Ruan Xihe replied, with a delicate pink on her cheeks unconsciously.

He pursed his lips, and suddenly lowered his head. She subconsciously wanted to step back, but she pressed an arm around her waist, and shackled her tightly.

The noses of the two hit each other, and their breathing became entangled.

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