Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Oh shit!

This is BYD? !

What a dumbfounded! ! !

I actually said something without embarrassment just now!

Okay, don't say anything, he still has time to sell his kidneys now!

When the woman saw her husband’s expression as if she was eating shit, she also shook her heart: "Husband, what's the matter with you?"

"Wife, this is Bentley, not BYD." He said bitterly.

Women obviously don't know much about cars: "What's wrong with Bentley? Is it expensive?"

"This car may cost three or four million."

As soon as the man's voice fell, the woman's legs softened.

It didn't take long for the traffic police to arrive.

Here, Ula Ula surrounded a large group of people.

Today is Sister Wen’s birthday, and I didn’t tell them to pay more, and took 20,000 yuan.

Otherwise, this kind of damage can't be repaired for only 50,000 yuan.

The car parked in the parking lot under the mall.

"Should I ask those two kids to play together?" Wen Queyi suggested.

"Either way, you have the final say for your birthday today." Ruan Xihe didn't care.

Wen Queyi called Tian Luyu and asked him to bring Zhao Xiu with him when he came out.

"Sister Wen, I think you are very good to that younger brother." Ruan Xihe felt that Wenqueyi seemed a little serious.

"Now I am very happy with him." Wen Queyi said.

"Yes, just be happy."

Ruan Xihe smiled, no matter which way of being together, happiness is the most important thing.

They were sitting at Starbucks.

Zhao Xiu and Tian Luyu are both excellent in appearance, one with badness in the cold, and the other with childish cuteness in the sunshine.

Pushing the door into the two handsome guys attracted the attention of many people.

The two went straight to Ruan Xihe and Wenqueyi's table.

Ruan Xi and Wen Queyi were sitting together, so the two men consciously sat beside them alone.

"I don't know what you two drink, so I bought ours." Wen Cheyi said.

"Happy birthday Yiyi, I thought you could only let me accompany you tonight!" Tian Luyu came up and said.

If it hadn't been seen before and had been psychologically prepared, Ruan Xihe would really have to adapt badly.

Zhao Xiu was a little bit shy about Ruan Xihe.

"Ruan Ruan, I sent you a message two days ago. You didn’t respond very often. Have you been busy recently? Take care of your body and take a good rest." These words are gentle, sensible and generous, and even give the reason to Ruan Xihe. All right.

"Okay, I will pay attention, thank you." Ruan Xihe responded.

Sister Wen held her hands, but Zhao Xiu made no progress here.

Ruan Xihe’s cell phone was on the table, so when Fan Qingtong sent a message, his cell phone buzzed and vibrated, and Zhao Xiu saw it.

Ruan Xihe didn't want to return at first, but after shaking for several times, she was about to answer the video call there and then called.

Ruan Xihe switched to the voice without hesitation.

"Hey, why don't you return my message?" Fan Qingtong asked this when he came up.

Zhao Xiugui suddenly got in touch with his heart, and deliberately said with that kind of ambiguous, low-pitched voice: "Who is Ruan Ruan?"