Bai Yueguang Breaks Up Everyday

What's wrong? "

Talented brother is very talented and is a rare prestigious school student in the team. He can export into chapters. Every time he posts the content, he has a special level of thought, and is recognized by fans as "gentle and easy-going".

The gifted brother had a strange expression, "Look, my circle of friends, I just posted a brutal message."

[Crimson Celebration Party ~ Super delicious coconut chicken soup, but unfortunately it lacks the delicious ingredients called UNDO (sick smile) (sick smile) (sick smile)]

Brother Caizi’s classmates were dug into the wall by Crimson, and now the two of them have moved from the harmonious and friendly classmate mode to the enemy mode of loving each other and killing each other.

Interaction between the teams is very common. The new captain, who is so weak, said that she has a big heart and is not caring at all. She slowly picked up the small bowl and sipped the soup with restraint.

"Captain, CRI is right next door to celebrate. Or, let's go over and greet you?"

The teammate pinched his finger bones aggressively.

So weak, the chicken soup spurted out.

The teammates dodge accurately.

Han Ziqi quickly drew a tissue, his teammates praised him for a little miracle, you are finally sensible, Han Ziqi gave him a white look, "I gave it to the captain, what do you hide from?"

"roll roll roll!"

Captain UNDO wiped the corners of his lower lip gracefully, "By the way, I remember that I still confiscated my clothes. I'll go back first. You guys eat slowly."

"Eh? Take your clothes? But it's not raining? I'll take you off, Captain... Captain???"

The person is gone.

They were stunned. Is the captain a piao who doesn't walk on his feet? !

The weak ride all the way to the elevator, escaping the hotel cut into death mode.

She was fortunate that her lucky value had exploded, and she looked up—

Oh humiliation.

The isolation barrier leaned against a tall black shadow. He looked sideways at the river, with black hair covering his eyes, thin lips, no blood, but a pale glaze.

Cold, gloomy, depressed, lacking the vivid emotions that a living person should have.

The boy wore a thin sweater, very loose, smoky gray, with a slightly exposed collarbone. When he lowered his head and smoked, his cervical spine was straight and bent, and his posture became lax and decadent.

A pile of cigarette butts was scattered on the ground.

Feeling so weak and calmly touched the bag.

Day, I didn’t wear a mask.

Then pretend to pass by casually, anyway, the lights are dim and people can't see clearly!

She stepped on her small single shoes and slipped by as quietly as a cat.

Knot! fruit!

"I can't fly out, the world of flowers~"

The phone's ringtone was arrogant and rampant, announcing her existence.

"It turns out I am a ~ drunken butterfly!"

There was a little scarlet between the other's fingertips, and the dark eyes moved slowly as the fog filled.

The indifferent look of inorganic matter locked her.

He threw down his cigarette **** and crushed the soles of his feet severely.

Like a cheetah, when he saw the prey, he jumped fiercely, opened his **** fangs, and rushed towards her.

She was so weak that she looked at her short legs and the delicate little shoes that weren't suitable for running.

She dances little butterflies in the square, and she is about to fold her wings today! machine! NS!