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Chapter 198 Macho Barbie fan?
Lin Er was stunned for a while, but still didn't understand what he meant, he opened his mouth and asked in a daze, "What?"

Xie Yan explained quite seriously: "Because you left, you took away my fist and cloth."

Lin Er: "..."

Help, where is Lin Yi'an's Suxiao Jiuxin Pill?

She was about to choke.

Can you stop learning these rustic love words from Chen Zhou! ! !
I didn't feel the love words, the earthy taste was really too strong.

A bit above.

You said that you two handsome guys, why do you like this kind of thing?
Lin Er held his forehead for a long time, and finally squeezed out a sentence from his throat with great difficulty: "...What else have you learned?"

Let's just let the storm come more violently, Lin'er thought desperately.

Xie Yan thought for a while, and then said in an uncertain tone: "I'm a bad motorcycle with only joys and sorrows, but no clutch?"

Lin Er: "..."

Sorry, she still overestimated her capacity.

You better shut up.

It was just rock-paper-scissors just now, but now even rotten motorcycles are out.

She can't get this meme at all.

It seems that the generation gap has come out.

Lin Er couldn't bear it and closed his eyes, then raised his hand without hesitation, and made a gesture of shutting up at him neatly.

Thus, Xie Yan acted like a beautiful mute.

Xu Meng looked at this, then at that, and belatedly, words came out of his mouth: "...Crap?"

Obviously the two of them didn't say anything ambiguous, but Xu Meng somehow felt that he had been stuffed with a big mouthful of dog food.

This time I was really choking.

Half an hour later, Wen Miao, Shen Jiayu and He Yin appeared at the door of the bar at the same time.

It just so happened that the background music that was playing had a song-cutting time for a few seconds, and the hall was briefly quiet for a moment, at which point the doorbell rang out a long and clear "ding bell".

At the same time, the glass door of the bar was pushed open from the outside.

As if he had a tacit understanding, Lin Er turned his head and looked towards the door of the bar.

Wen Miao looked up at this moment.

At a distance of more than ten meters, they crossed the crowd in the hall, and their eyes met in mid-air.

At this moment, Lin Er accurately read the seven big characters full of disgust from Wen Miao's eyes, plus an indifferent punctuation mark - "I don't know this person."

Periods are still in bold.

Liner: "?"

what happened?
Receiving this signal full of disgust, Lin Er tilted his head in doubt, and the eyes that were originally on Wen Miao's face moved to her side, and fell on He Yin who was standing on her left.

Immediately, as if stung by a bee, Lin Er let out a "huh" and couldn't help squinting his eyes.

With just one glance, Lin Er understood where Wen Miao's look of disgust came from.

He Yin, a troublesome little boy, got a New Year's outfit from somewhere, and there's nothing wrong with the design of the clothes. It's not brilliant, but it's not surprising.

Just plain style.

But this color... is a bit hard to describe.

I can only say that it is very festive, so festive that I want people to hang him on the branches of the old pagoda trees on both sides of the long street to welcome everyone.

Santa Claus's attire is not as festive as his. He is dressed in bright red, which is booming. He is wearing... fluorescent red? ? ?

In Xie Yan's words, it is - whose dragon fruit has become a spirit?
The turkey on the Easter table is not as bright red as this.

Lin Er stared intently at the big turkey that came straight towards him, and asked Xie Yan with some unacceptable: "Is this a hippopotamus?"

Xie Yan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Tsk, this color must be a red horse."

Lin Er was silent for a while, and then asked sincerely: "...Can I pretend that I don't know him?"

Xie Yan also looked at the enthusiastic dragon fruit essence: "It seems that it can't be done."

Because the dragon fruit essence has rushed here like a small whirlwind with lightning and thunder.

"My Lord!" The dragon fruit spirit turned around excitedly, and asked, "Does my dress look good?"

"..."

Lin Er really couldn't say the word "good-looking".

As long as there is a little bit that can be praised, she can say it out of conscience for the sake of years of friendship.

But this color is really very dead.

It's not easy for Lin Er to hold back his complaints, let alone praise him.

With all due respect, when He Yin was standing by the glass door just now, she only felt that she saw an unknown object of fluorescent color shining in the distance, setting off the entire bar hall with brilliance.

When Lin Er couldn't get a word at all, Xie Yan finally commented: "This color is a bit evil."

He Yin: "..."

He Yin's movements of turning in circles froze in mid-air, and raised his head silently.

My friend, may I ask the word "evil door" - can it be used in this way?
He Yin said that he was offended.

In half a minute, Wen Miao and Shen Jiayu had followed through the hall and stopped beside He Yin.

Wen Miao covered herself tightly with a big black mask, and only her eyes were exposed on her small face. She glanced sideways at He Yin, rolled her eyes and said disrespectfully, "I don't even want to Walking on the road with him is really too eye-catching, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the return rate is [-]%."

Wen Miao's voice sounded muffled through the mask.

She simply raised her hand to hook off the mask, and added another sentence like a joke: "The great artists who engage in performance art dare not do this."

"...Ah." Liner responded with a monosyllabic response.

Well, how should I say it?

Although it is said that there is only a thin line between a genius and a madman, but in the final analysis, there is still a clear difference between a performance artist and a patient in a mental hospital, right?

He Yin was still tirelessly asking whether his new New Year's clothes look good, Lin Er really didn't want to answer this question with an obvious answer, so he could only answer the question: "The color of your clothes——"

She paused, and then added the second half of the sentence: "There is really something."

He Yin: "..."

This answer is really something.

The level is very high.

She seemed to say something, but she didn't seem to say anything.

Wen Miao was still tilting her head to look at He Yin, her face was full of puzzlement: "I've been thinking all this way, what color is this?"

"Macho Barbie fan?" Lin Er's tone was a little uncertain.

Xie Yan scanned He Yin slowly, and then said, "Isn't death a dragon fruit color?"

"Maybe it's a combination of the two." Shen Jiayu took the words lazily, "Wouldn't it be better to stand on the side of the road than a traffic light?"

He Yin: "..."

Hey!Brother, who are you talking about traffic lights? ? ?

(End of this chapter)