Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"Wipe." Chu Jizhi knew that stupid, forced, was made for him, and when he saw the girl that he fell in love with, she cleverly nestled in the arms of other men and was kissed, mom, oh, dog, [fuck] 】Mood.

Of course, many people have seen the gentleman of the Mo family kissing that girl. Some are envious, jealous, and curious.

"No, no, um~"

It may be because of the crowds, her body is tight.

He gently supported her waist with one hand.

It took a long time to let go of her.

The little girl leaned on herself softly, her eyes seemed to contain a stream of spring water, her eyes were flushed and she was extremely intoxicating, the lipstick on her lips was all eaten by him, and the corners of her mouth were slightly dizzy, and the traces of being loved were too obvious.

He held Ruan Xihe in his arms.

I'm afraid that other men will see her attractive beauty at the moment.

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​Luxury car clubs are naturally indispensable for sports cars.

At nine o'clock, the formal carnival banquet began. At the beginning, it was all the team players raised by the club.

The young lady in a bikini waved the flag in front, and streamlined racing cars rushed out quickly.

"Who do you think will be the first?" Mo Huiyu asked.

"Number three."​

"Why?"​

At this time, No. 3 was ranked fifth, with a total of ten cars.

"Because No. 3 is green, I like green." Ruan Xihe replied casually.

They watch the game on the big screen, and the rich second generation will set up a gambling game, whoever buys wins.

Mo Huiyu threw 1 million weights into the number three box.

Many people think that Mo Huiyu was taken away by the woman. In a simple word, he actually threw 1 million in it. Although it is not much, it is really not a lot.​

"Grab wipe, grasp wipe, that is number three, number three? Number three!"​

"Super super super super super! My God!"​

"My mother, I'm stupid."​

"What's the situation, the number three actually followed up!"​

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"Gan! First, first!"

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​After the green car rushed out of the line, the traffic jam area was a bit quiet.

Mo Huiyu never thought about making money, just throwing it away to make the little girl happy. He didn't expect it to be the number one, and it became an upset.

According to the odds, Mo Huiyu can make more than 10 million.​

Ruan Xihe was very indifferent, not arrogant or impetuous, which made many people at the scene look at her a little more highly.

​The second one soon started again.

"Pick one."​It may be luck, and everyone didn't take it seriously. It's normal to get an upset, Mo Weiyu said with a smile.

Ruan Xihe looked at it, and paused for a few seconds: "Let's number six."

Mo Yu chuckles. This number 6 is the last one, but since his girlfriend has said it, she must support it. Basically everyone has already placed a bet. He threw two million weights to the number 6.

I made so much just now, and now it doesn’t hurt to throw two million. This is what most people think.

The situation on No. 6 is really bad. Let’s talk about this one. There is also No. 10 who is the king of the car. No. 6 is impossible to win, and there is no one who chooses No. 6.

"Why pick number six."

"Isn't 6 an auspicious number?" Ruan Xihe asked rhetorically.

Mo Yuyu laughed lowly, and many people around him felt absurd after hearing the answer.

"I'll go, I'll go, I'll go!"

"What the hell! Number six, shit!"

"Number six!"