Slag Girl Illustrated Book

She bit her lip and closed her eyes.

The wind and smoke are pure, and the Tianshan Mountains are the same color.

The quality of jade is pure and white, making people unable to open their eyes.

Under the waves, drifting from the stream, anything.

In particular, the white silk piece slipped off, fluttering on the carpet and shoes, discarding it.

He raised his eyebrows -1, from the center of his eyebrows to the side cheeks, adding -2 a little bit.

The spring water excites the stone, and the lingling makes a sound; the good birds sing together, and the rhythm becomes a rhyme.

-3 The process is complicated,

Faded, faded, faded.

The high mountains in Jia'an are all born with cold trees, and they compete with each other to compete with each other.

This can be called how to be good.

She closed her eyes with just one glance, not daring to look any more.

The courtyard is like stagnant water, empty and bright, with algae and nymphs interspersed in the water, covered with bamboo and cypress shadows.

-1 Above and below are completely different, the peeping is condensed and meticulous, and the sound is like rain.

The water is azure and blue, reaching the bottom of a thousand feet.

Swimming fish and small stones, looking straight at it is fine.

-1 stacks with -2.

The rapids are very arrows, and the waves are like rushing.

-3 with it.

If the kite flies against the sky, Wangfeng rests his heart.

Those who work in the world of economics, peep into the valley and forget to rebel.

-1 stacks -2 and -3

Cicadas are endless, and apes are endless.

Hengke is covered up, and it is still dark in the daytime;

The shower in the bathroom is falling and working

She took a shower to wake up.

Gu Zhuzi had already gone to the appointment, and she slowly recovered her strength at home.

After rinsing, she sat on the edge of the tub to relax.

Inexplicably a little melancholy, Gu Zhuzi is so sober, so rational, and the willpower of holding back from the precipice is admirable.

Absolutely.

You can't really handle him, can you?

There is a beautiful and attractive husband who sleeps beside him every night, kisses and hugs him, but doesn't do bad things with you. This seems to be quite torturous.

Rub on body lotion.

I'm going to do a dance for him at night. I'll open my waist later and press my legs.

I hope they don't talk about messy things at dinner at night. Gu Zhuzi's current situation should be more stable. Yuejie provides his goods, the uncle borrows others, and Alayi cooperates with him. The Lu family is even more involved. Not a small force.

If she was alone and made him lose these help, he might also win at that time, but it would not be as secure as it is now.

And if the relationship wasn't done well this time, it would be good if they didn't get together to attack Gu Zhuzi.

Ruan Xihe looked carefully, but Gu Zhuzi didn't understand.

But today, if Ruan Xihe hadn't taken off the ring, Gu Zhuzi might have admitted it generously, and he could not use these assistances. Marseille was his territory, and he really didn't worry about anyone.

But she didn't want to.

It is said that when you really like someone, you will unconsciously feel that he is pitiful, and you will feel sorry for him involuntarily.

Although Gu Zhuzi didn't say much, she knew that his childhood was unhappy, and the years passed might not be happy either.

Including now.

The scar on his heart reminds him all the time to move forward, to be strong, and not to retreat. Retreat is a dead end.

Ruan Xihe couldn't hold him back.

He has arranged for so long and suffered for so long, and both victory and crown should be crowned to him.

Yuejie is too sensitive, uncle too, alas.

Even if you want to know, it is best to wait for him to stabilize first, now is really not a good time.

in the car

Gu Zhuzi stared at the wedding ring in his hand.

He felt that he was quite crazy. From last night until now, he has maintained a laissez-faire attitude towards this matter.

He has always felt that he is very rational, and that men who achieve great things are informal and will definitely sacrifice in certain things.

He obviously had the opportunity to cover it so tightly that no one could find it, but he didn't.

While he did things rationally to cooperate with her, he also vaguely hoped that they would find out that his relationship with her was always contradictory.

Gu Zhuzi wanted to have a future with her, but what he was going to do in the future meant that he couldn't have people who were too close to him, and she would easily become a living target if she followed.

He used to think that to live is to pursue the ultimate. No matter how difficult things are when he is happy or sad, he will cry on the top of the pyramid even if he is crying.

Now he is starting to soften, degenerate, and shrink. He wants to be an ordinary person, find an ordinary place, and take her to an ordinary and ordinary life. He doesn't want everything in Vanity Fair.

However, no.

He has no way out.

When the plan over there begins, the battle begins. Either they die, or they die.

Because, neither he nor those opponents will leave the opponent alive.

So, he has to win.

Only if you win can you live, only if you live can you have the chance to see her, and if you die, you will have nothing, so if you want to win, you must win.

He has to have these trump cards to help him.

box door open

He was the first to come as the owner.

After ordering, he stood in front of the windowsill and looked at the musical fountain outside.

Throat is slightly itchy.

Take a cigarette out of his pocket and light it.

In the mist, the sound of leather shoes rang behind him.

When Gu Zhuzi heard the twisting sound of the beads, Yan Fufeng had already walked to his side.

"Mr. Yan was the first to arrive." He quickly put on a polite and friendly smile on the corner of his mouth.

"No need to pretend, the smell on your body is her favorite shower gel smell."