Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 390 Professional Bad Reviewer VS A Treasure Seller (25)

Chapter 390 Professional Bad Reviewer VS A Treasure Seller (25)

For some reason, Song He Nai didn't bother to add expressions in the end.

The user who had tortured him for so long was a woman.

I don't know why, but suddenly I got a little excited.

Moreover, the bookishness gradually revealed between the lines reminded him of a person, but because the contrast was too great, Song Henai strangled Xiao Miaomiao to death almost at the same time as the thought came out.

Elizabeth Gou Sheng: Then go to the small pavilion in the park in the middle of the street. See you there at five o'clock in the afternoon. [Rose]
Marshal Qi:!

Song He Nai must have noticed all these things, Ran Jiu put down the phone with a light smile, and opened the closet.

froze.

The smile disappeared completely.

I don't have any suitable clothes anymore, the skirt is a bit thick, I'm afraid it will be hot to death if I wear it out.

Liao An: "What's wrong with Xiao Ranzi? You look sad?"

Ran Jiu: "I have no clothes to wear..."

Liao An was startled: "You, you, you -- you clearly have a closet full of clothes, and you are the one with the most clothes in our bedroom! You actually said you have no clothes to wear! I'm afraid I'm deaf!"

Ranjiu sighed helplessly: "Oh, yes, there are, but they are not suitable for specific occasions."

Liao An: "Dayunzi, look at Xiao Ranzi, she's crazy again!"

Miyun [self-deception]: "Spicy, spicy, fragrant, nasty...Spicy, Spicy!"

Liao An: "It's really inhuman."

After thinking for a long time, Ran Jiu decided to go out and buy a skirt.

Song Henai is relatively pale and likes to wear dark colors, so she should wear bright colors.

The time of waiting always passed very slowly. Song He Nai felt that he was going crazy. He checked the time every 10 minutes, making every second a year.

After a while, what if that "Elizabeth Gousheng" is a strong man nearly two meters tall, and he comes up with a big mouth, and beats him to the point of being a scumbag, will it be...

Those onlookers should help to call the police.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, Ran Jiu, who was sitting on the bus, was a little sleepy. She took out her mobile phone and swiped for a while, hoping to relieve her drowsiness, but she didn't expect that the sleepiness was relieved, and she was very angry.

The post was titled [Why do girls get raped? ]
The author’s personal point of view is: Nowadays, girls drink like men, and under the influence of Western culture, they all start to wear short skirts and shorts. They feel that the fabric is getting less and less, and they really don’t love themselves.Being violated is just because the clothes are too revealing, you know, flies don't bite seamless eggs!
She cursed at the macho breeding pig, but still read on patiently.

It was an interview with a man from country Y. The man had a mustache on his lips, and his eyes were quite deep, and he looked benevolent.

"Some women in country Y are very beautiful and attractive. Because they are so attractive, someone will rape her."

"Some are men without wives, and some are men with wives."

Reporter: "Then do you think it's normal to assault women?"

"Yes."

Ranjiu's fingers holding the phone turned white and were deformed with force.

She used her account to post a comment - [The bank is open, why don't you grab it? 】

In just a few minutes, many people agreed.

Then someone broke the news that on a bus in a certain state in China, a young man was molested by the girl sitting next to him.

Ran Jiu laughed, and quickly replied, "It must be that this young man is too revealingly dressed, too tempting, boys don't know how to protect themselves, really [smile]".

In this way, the bus arrived at the stop.

"The next stop is Jiexin Park. Passengers, please pack your belongings and prepare to get off the bus."

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