Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Ruan Xihe didn't really have anything to do with him, so he simply took a bath together without mentioning the process, but the result was really nothing like that.

"You are too bad."

"I miss you so much, did you hurt you just now?"

"Yes, it's red, and it's bruised here." Ruan Xihe looked at him accusingly.

Yan Fufeng got up a little bit, helped her whistle, rubbing very professionally, like this when he was in the Australian city, he often hurt her, so he asked a special master to learn this hand.

"Turn off the lights, let's sleep."

"good."

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Ruan Xihe got up early in the morning. In the backyard of Jiujiantang, she asked people to plant red roses in the first courtyard. The temperature was always controlled, which would look pleasing to the eye, even though it was very unreasonable.

She sat a few days in front of Xiaolei, and was worried about the internship report in front of her. Did she write that she had gone to start a business? Or do you really go for an internship?

Yan Fufeng came over with breakfast, his eyes fell on the internship report, and he didn't say anything. He always respected her wishes, not to mention that he had mentioned this to her before, the little girl should have his own thoughts in her heart.

"I am going to go for an internship with Feng Yu."

"Okay, have breakfast first." Yan Fufeng laid out what he was eating.

She picked up a beautiful vegetable-flavored steamed bun, took a bite, and drank the milk.

Sure enough, pure milk with a little coolness is delicious, she doesn't like warmed ones at all.

"Uncle, aren't you going back to Australia?" Ruan Xihe asked him casually.

Yan Fufeng is so sensitive that he can't understand the meaning of her words?

"You don't want me to live here anymore."

"No, I don't give you all the keys. You can live as long as you want."

"Shall we go out to play at Disney today?"

Yan Fufeng asked her.

"Yes." I have played in Hong Kong City before, and I haven't been to Yan Fufeng in Shanghai.

Yan Fufeng personally drove that Lamborghini Charm Night, this was the car the little girl gave him, and he drove more recently.

When Ruan Xihe was sitting in the co-pilot, he still found it a little funny, but he thought that a man with his personality driving a sports car was weird and too ostentatious.

But, it feels good too.

Lin Dong and Changming drove the Maybach behind.

The four of them came to play again this time.

Yan Fufeng didn't wear a suit, but a casual outfit. He looked at most twenty-four or five.

Ruan Xihe is also a thin sweater and cropped jeans. The matching pair of sneakers below is youthful and beautiful. He also wears a high ponytail, much like a 17 or 18-year-old girl.

The two got out of the car at the same time, and Yan Fufeng walked around, helped her with the bag, and left one hand to hold her.

The two had been holding hands, he was walking unhappily, following her steps.

"What kind of ice cream?" Yan Fufeng asked when he saw that there was an ice cream seller over there, and knew that she liked it.

"original."

"good."

The two went to buy ice cream together. The four of them each held a piece of ice cream in their hands. In fact, the picture was pretty good.

As soon as you enter the amusement park, it is as if everything is filled with childishness.

Both Yan Fufeng and Ruan Xihe are white in original flavor, while Lin Dong and Changming are both green in matcha flavor.

She sometimes lost her mind when looking at the green ice cream. In fact, her favorite was the matcha flavor before, but later, she was disgusted when she saw the matcha flavored ice cream...

"In the manor on the other side of Country F, the roses are all blooming. When will you come and have a look?" Yan Fufeng said about the manor he gave to Ruan Xihe.

"Well, let's go if you have time."

She smiled.

The two holding hands look beautiful.

Lin Dong walked behind and kept taking pictures with his mobile phone, flashing the flash.

"Why are you looking like this?" Chang Ming was a little bit disgusted with Winter. It was shameful that he kept shooting like a voyeur.

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