Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Ruan Xihe blushed in an instant, and he stubbornly pushed away He Nanxian: "Bad man, I hate it."

People who are accustomed to being honest suddenly become dishonest, which is really a bit unbearable!

Obviously, how pure a kiss, why do you feel so embarrassed? !

He Nanxian looked at the little girl's red ears and neck, and laughed low. He found out that Ruan Xihe was brave when teasing herself, but whenever he took the initiative to be more aggressive, she shyly retracted again. .

There are only two of them here today.

The curtains in the room were closed tightly.

Ruan Xihe only turned on the corridor light and the small night light.

The dim tone of light fell on the handmade Baroque carpet under the sofa, and there was an indescribable luxury and wind|flu.

Many pictures of the two of them hung on the wall.

Most of them were taken by He Nanxian. This weird angle is ugly. If it weren't for the 200% online appearance of both sides, this angle could make people ugly to death!

The red roses are blooming beautifully in the glass bottles.

Ruan Xihe first walked over, turned it on, turned it on, and the phonograph started to spin slowly.

A song of Runaways, which is not considered popular, rang slowly.

Everything in the room seemed to become extra gentle.

Thirty gifts were placed in the living room of Nuo Da, with uniform black packaging and golden bows. Each one was marked with age, exquisite and cute. .

He Nanxian was slightly surprised by the scene in front of him.

However, this is not over yet.

Ruan Xihe lit a silver candlestick on the Bogu shelf with a spear-like lighter, and protected the lit candle to the middle of the living room. There was a huge pink love balloon in the center of all the gifts.

She blasted the big balloon outside with flames.

"Boom!" A sound.

A dozen hydrogen balloons with fine flashes and star fragments flew out of the big balloon.

They dragged golden and pink streamers to the ceiling.

Ruan Xihe clicked on another small mechanical box, the lid of the small box opened automatically, and the music on the phonograph turned into a happy birthday song.

"The cake I made myself, brother, happy birthday."

Sometimes, it is not the gift itself that moves people, but the person's intentions and intentions.

She must have spent a lot of energy to make it like this!

He Nanxian walked over and hugged her, his voice was astringent: "Hehe, I love you."

The cake is not big, but it is very delicate and exquisite. It is good enough for two people.

The taste is amazing.

"Brother, let's open the present." Her eyes seemed to have small stars, which were very bright, making people sink.

"good."

He smiled and walked over to the one-year-old gift.

The one-year-old gift is a long-life lock made of sterling silver with a small note attached to it.

My dear brother is one year old, and I wish my brother a happy birthday and a smooth life.

The gift for the two-year-old was a pair of small white and blue striped socks.

The card says:

My brother is almost two years old, but it's a pity that I haven't been born yet.

Three-year-old gift...

The more I removed it to the back, the more moved I felt.

Whether or not a person cares about you, how much they care about, others can feel it.

The 30-year-old gift is a set of white marble chessboards and chess pieces.

The card says:

When my brother is 30 years old, we met. Thank you for being so kind to me. Luckily, I met He Nanxian.

He silently put the card down, his eyes faintly red.

"Harmony." Those moments of turbulent emotions were all stuck in my heart, and finally turned into a soft whisper.

"Brother, there is a 31-year-old birthday present, I haven't given it to you yet."

"Ok?"

She stepped her feet and kissed his lips, and said with a smile: "Brother waits outside and enters the room in five minutes, okay?"

"good."

When He Nanxian entered, he was really taken aback for a long time at first glance.

The first reaction was to immediately turn his back and raise his head, his nose faintly hot, he was afraid that he would have a nosebleed.

"Brother, don't you like this gift?"

"Like it." His voice was astringent and hoarse, and his throat tightened slightly.

"The brother turns around."

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