Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Yan Fufeng suffocated and stared at her closely.

"It's delicious?" She smiled.

Yan Fufeng took out her hand, wrapped her waist with one hand, and supported her neck with the other. It took a cherries for a long time before eating.

A dumb voice told her in her ear: "It's delicious."

"Uncle, you are getting better and better now. You used to be so innocent and blush." ​​She lay directly on his lap and looked up at him.

"Heartbeat is also fast now." He took her hand and put it on his own heart.

It did jump very fast.

However, Ruan Xihe put his right hand and his left hand together. Neither one of Cartier's rings, one large, one small, was taken off.

It was also the first time that she had worn jewelry on her body for so long.

"Your hands are so big."

Yan Fufeng's hands can wrap her hands.

"Boom~" She kissed the place where Yan Fufeng was wearing the ring.

He smiled: "You can take me to play this game so that I can play with you."

In fact, Yan Fufeng learns everything very quickly. These days, watching her play games, it is not difficult for him to download and practice in private. However, she never said that she would play with him.

"I thought you were not interested in this kind of thing." Ruan Xihe blinked his eyes.

"I like everything you like."

"Then you download one, and I can take you now." Ruan Xihe sat upright, and it was quite interesting to take her boyfriend to play games.

It doesn't matter if you have more dishes, anyway, she is 666 and can lie down.

"It's downloaded." Yan Fufeng showed her her mobile phone.

Hey, good fellow, his level is not low, Ruan Xihe glanced at him with a faint smile, and suddenly moved closer: "Have you practiced in private?"

"I have practiced, I want to play with you."

"Big guy playing games always feel weird." Ruan Xihe hooked his neck and sat in his arms.

After all, both of them opened the game interface, and Ruan Xihe sent a team invitation.

The other three came in randomly.

She does not open wheat, and Yan Fufeng does not open wheat.

Ruan Xi and the jungler, Yan Fufeng stepped onto the sing, and went down the wind. The opponents who killed both suspected that they were playing b.

Yan Fufeng's bet is first-rate, and his hand speed is very fast. Ruan Xi and many operators can also play.

Coupled with the practice in private, all types of heroes have tried.

So it works very well.

Ruan Xihe hasn't felt this way for a long time. The last time he played so smoothly was the meeting with Tang Yu.

Then Tang Yu played very well, and Ruan Xihe liked to play with him very much.

After playing three games in a row, she didn't want to play anymore.

"Uncle, I want to eat spicy noodles, but suddenly I want to eat it. I want Weilong's." Ruan Xihe's request is a bit embarrassing. After all, this is country Y, and there is really nowhere to buy this kind of stuff.

The magical Yan Fufeng was also somewhat helpless at this time, so he called Lin Dong and asked him to find a way to get a few bags.

Suddenly Ruan Xi wanted to eat spicy strips and couldn't eat spicy strips.

"Wherever you travel in the future, I will help you bring enough snacks, OK?" He went to hug the wilted child in his arms.

"good."

"Then the little princess holding me go to the flower room to watch the rain, OK?"

"good."

"Come on, the little princess stretched out her hand and put on her coat. It was a little bit cold outside." Yan Fufeng helped her put on a small gauze coat. It was raining outside, and the wind was a little bit cool.

"Raise your foot, put on your socks, ah, so good." He was completely coaxing a child.

Ruan Xi and obediently lifted their feet and asked Yan Fufeng to help her put on the socks.

Yan Fufeng picked up the little girl easily, she didn't even need to wear shoes.

When she arrived at the flower room, she was placed directly on the swing of the flower room.

On the semicircular transparent glass roof, the rain cut traces on it, a little gentle and demure.

The two enjoyed the rare silence at this moment.

Lin Dong suddenly came over.

Ruan Xihe didn't get up, but was resting on Yan Fufeng's thigh.

"Liu Ye, the phone number of President Mo of Rongchang Group."

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