The skin is white and there is a slight imprint, which will be particularly eye-catching.

The head of the West has been lightly hanging, focusing on the meal, not looking in his direction.

However, his sight was too red/naked, and even if he did not meet his gaze, she was clearly aware of it.

Originally white to almost clear skin, suddenly a layer of pale pink.

Shallow, delicate and fresh peach petals after the rain.

The eyes of Qing Muchen falling on her are unconsciously dark.

Xixi was uncomfortable when he saw it. After a meal, he was always sitting on a needle.

Holding a knife in one hand, holding a fork in one hand, and solving her food in a few moments, she stood up. "I am full, I am going out and walking around!"

Qing Muchen’s line of sight followed her figure, just staring at her while watching, not saying anything.

Sicily left quickly, as if he didn't want to spend a minute with him alone.

This is her first time to come to the night.

A legend has been heard countless times, but there is no actual contact.

The imaginary night should be the same as the Italian black/hand/party, cold, cold, and without any anger.

However, what surprised her was that the atmosphere of the night was surprisingly good, and it was different from every organization she knew.

Today, Shi Luo and Qing Deng are also in the night, Tong Yan is in, and there is Rong Xibei at the helm of Rong Xi, and another beautiful girl.

Xixi did not know her name, but, seeing her and Luo Yibei so close, guessing should be Luo Yibei related figures.

Where there is a light dust and a place where Shilo is, the most important thing is the atmosphere.

The character of Qing Dust is also very different from that of Qing Muchen. Compared with the maturity of Qing Muchen, Qing Chen is more like a big boy with a vision.

Shi Luo around the child's face left "small 嫂嫂" right "small 嫂嫂", called a special kind.

Qing Deng is a typical sister control, probably not accustomed to such a title, flew directly to Schloed with a fist.

"What is the name? Is the dowry under? Is the day picked? Is the diamond ring sent? Is the marriage asking?"

"Now is not too late!" Schloss did not take his words seriously, stretched his arms and went to Tong Yan's shoulders. He smothered her.

"Small, are you right?"

Tong Yan originally did not like his name. Qing Chen was not wrong. She did not mention that she had no relationship with Shi Yangyang. She was not a family member. How can she call her like this?

Tong Yan wants to return to him, a P!

However, she is still polite to Schloed.

"I prefer to hear you call my sister!"

Shiro’s lips are pumping.

"Yan Yan, you are smaller than me!" He scratched his head, he reminded.

When Tong Yan didn't hear him, he stood up and left.

"Where to go! Xiao Yan, I haven't finished it yet!" Shi Luo followed a few steps, a small sigh, and the sound was heard all the time.

Shi Yanyang just came from his villa to this side.

And the child's face is one, one out, the garden's path just hits.

Tong Yan brakes a little slow, accidentally, the body hit him in his arms, his head buried in his chest.

"Hey!" He snorted in a low voice, and the condition was reflexively trying to pull the distance between the two. When going backwards, the sole of the foot was accidentally smashed.

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