The Anarchic Consort

The Bailijiajue is very happy.

I don't know how long I have tossed.

He picked her up and put it in his arms, a little bit along her back, gentle and incredible.

Helian Weiwei was too lazy in itself, but she didn’t know why she was a good wife. Later, it would become that she was all soft. His side face was unaffected, and his sleeves were arranged slowly. There are not even a few pleats on the body.

Helen Weiwei felt that she had a bad time all over the place.

However, the entire college has been discussed because of her move to send a flower shop.

Blackpool couldn't help but ask her to come out and talk: "What do you think?"

"What do you think?" Helen Weiwei yawned.

Blackpool raised his eyebrows: "As for the things you do, you are not saying that you don't like the palace, are you leaving?"

"Oh, that." Helen Weiwei’s fingers were pulled back and he smiled. “I later thought about it. If I don’t like it, I don’t have to leave. I can also try to change my environment.”

Kurosawa: ...when you are making this decision, can you not be so sloppy?

"Right." Helen Weiwei slammed: "This time, people who participated in the election, you have found out their backgrounds."

"What do you want to do?" Blackpool grinned with vigilance. .

Helen Weiwei shrugged and smiled shallowly: "Knowing yourself and knowing each other can win every battle."

"You mean that you also participated in the selection?" Heizawa looked at her face. I really couldn't bear to think about the result. I only said implicitly: "I don't know the background of those people, but they are quite White." The meaning is that you are so dark, follow up to make fun, and will be defeated in minutes.

However, Helen Weiwei really only picked Liu Mei, and it meant a profound "snap".

What Blackpool wanted to know was not this. He paused: "What does this have to do with your three-placed rose?"

"Don't you see it?" Helen Weiwei also wondered: "I am chasing him."

"!!!" Kurosawa was shocked and stunned the capital for so long. He was the first time he saw the girl chasing people to chase it... it was very popular!

"When you chase people, chase people, what flowers to send?"

Helen Weiwei smiled mysteriously: "You don't understand this."

Kurosawa: ...he really doesn't understand! Is a girl chasing someone to send the other party flowers? Shouldn't it be reversed, does the boy send the girl? !

"I have read a lot of books before, and the experience of chasing people is also learned from there, because it is easy to find a routine that suits my identity." Helen Weiwei really did not find any problems at all, very rational. Sharing his heart with Blackpool: "Just like "The Arms Tycoon is in love with me."

Blackpool is not ashamed to ask: "The arms tycoon fell in love with me? What?"

Helen Weiwei spent twenty minutes and said the whole book and Blackpool.

Blackpool finally understood, but his mouth was a little twitching: "So, your position on yourself is the arms tycoon inside?"

"Of course." Helen Weiwei chin slightly lifted, she is not just an arms tycoon, or a hegemonic president: "I have analyzed, the routines there are basically, either come up to dominate the other side, or just the whole world, I only Love you one, send flowers first, then cook, and finally get a proper kiss, as long as the movement is big enough, the scene is enough to pull the wind, it will be easy to catch people!"

Kurosawa’s face is slightly tangled: “The overbearing possesses each other?”

"This is not in line with my style." Helen Weiwei said this, and there is a little shame: "I like to go step by step."

Blackpool: ...

Who asked you this!

You think that you have a woman who is overbearing and possesses the three halls, you tell me!

"So, I learned a little more." Helen Weiwei is serious about doing things. Of course, he will not only make a preparation in chasing people: "I also read this book." She said, she hid it. The book, I took it out and handed it to Akizawa: "When I saw it, I was really happy, because it was a specific method of chasing people, or it gave me inspiration."

Blackpool looked at the book cover of the book, and the words "black-and-white" in the black and white letters.

Chasing a wife? !

wife!

This is the inspiration it gives you, how do you go to the road to death?

"This book, you better not let the three halls see." Blackpool sighed twice!

Helen Weiwei sighed a long breath: "Unfortunately, he already knows."

Kurosawa: ...he hasn't killed you yet!

"In fact, I feel that I am not doing enough to pull the wind." Helen Weiwei continued.

Blackpool has no idea what face to face her, and my heart mourns: Believe me, you are enough to pull the wind!

Now the entire college is talking about the things you send to your temple, even the classmates are fainted by you, what do you want!

"I thought of a good idea." Helen Weiwei sank, and suddenly laughed: "You need your cooperation."

Blackpool smothered his face: "I don't want to be killed by the third Highness. Last time he threatened me and said that I will see you again, he will give me a marriage directly!"

"Reassure, this time we are doing great things, he will not control." When Helen Weiwei picked up his eyes, he took a special lazy.

Kurosawa’s tears, what kind of sister did he recognize?

It is night, and the ink is gradually rising.

In a cloud, a man in white stood under the vine, and coughed twice.

"Master, you are okay!" The little man carrying a gourd, his fingers licking the man's clothes, his face is full of worry: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

The white man smiled shallowly: "Nothing."

"Is it because she sent flowers to others today, are you not happy?" The little man bit his lip: "Master, why don't you tell her, you have been looking for her for so long, for her, you have been to the underworld. I also made my body look like this, but she didn’t know anything."

The white man reached out and put on the head of the little man: "I will say, wait until she really wakes up, I will tell her again."

"But the previous array has been broken, we must set up a new one." The dawn of the little man sank, and the night wind swept across the Qinglong Lake.

The man in white snorted, his voice was a little cold, and there was little absent-mindedness.

The little man knows that he still does not forget the scene he saw today. The little hand hangs down, and he follows him into the business hall where people come and go...