Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"You are not in good health now, don't always think about it, and recuperate."

After feeding her last mouthful of porridge, she put away the dishes and chopsticks.

The two fell silent.

The more Jie wanted to work, Ruan Xihe sat on the small leisure sofa, the two did not interfere with each other, and the sun came in, and there was an inexplicable illusion of quiet time.

Ruan Xihe was leaning against the sofa with a serious expression on his face.

In fact, the fingers were operating quickly.

One kill, two kills, three kills...

The quality of this teammate today is too bad.

She couldn't carry it at all.

"Master, help me!"

Ke Hao knew that the master was not wearing headphones.

Crazy deductions on the page.

Ruan Xihe calmly deducted the word on the page: "Quiet."

"Ah, Master, I'm dead, and the 360-degree storm is crying!"

Ke Hao is uncomfortable, there is no game experience at all.

"Don't make a noise, revenge for you."

Ruan Xi deducted words slowly.

"Okay, don't say anything, I love you, master!"

Ke Hao became disgusting again.

"Shut up!" The words couldn't tell the indifference of the storm.

Ke Haze was wronged.

"So Master, love will disappear! It has disappeared!"

Ke Hao depresses the word sadly.

"No, love will transfer." Ruan Xihe felt a little funny.

Ke Haze:...

The phone ring suddenly rang, breaking the silence between the two.

Ruan Xihe glanced at the caller ID and found that it was the dean's mother.

Yue Jie seemed to be looking at the file, but in fact he had been paying attention to Ruan Xihe's actions.

It's so quiet here, in fact, he can hear the words on the phone.

"Xiaohe, how are you doing?"

"I've been doing well recently. How about you, Dean's mother, have your legs hurt recently?" She smiled very softly, which is different from the usual gentleness to others, as if she took the softest part of her heart. Out.

"It doesn't hurt. Xiaowen came back a few days ago and bought me rheumatism ointment, which I stuck to."

"It's fine if the leg hurts. They are not obedient. Are they particularly mischievous?"

She is like an ordinary nagging daughter, babbling about her mother's recent situation.

"It's okay now, not very naughty. It's cold in the autumn. You were most likely to get sick during this period of time. Isn't it cold in the deep market? Wear more clothes."

"Okay, I see." Ruan Xihe smiled.

Speaking a lot intermittently.

The dialect in Nancheng was hard to understand, and Yuejie had difficulty distinguishing, and finally gave up.

But looking at her expression, she should be a very close elder, as long as she is not a man.

But at that moment, he suddenly had this thought: I am jealous of everyone who can affect your emotions.

At night she was ready to leave when it was time.

He grabbed her wrist to prevent her from leaving.

Ruan Xihe turned to look at him.

Yue Jie tilted his head, fingertips pushed the buttons on his body one by one, and his voice was very low: "Ruan Ruan."