"Is this a sentence that Honey is not qualified to say Woba? 裑散噵啲帲選君。 ”

"Don't treat the concubine as a sister."

Wang Muxun pushed the door to enter, and Aeterluqi followed it. The hall was silent, except for the exception of the clean Zhihui, and the one point was sluggish.

The black-haired chirp leaned on the side to relax and entertain the guests, and the table was overwhelmed with a black handbag, and this time should be learned from the school.

This mile is close to the villa.

"The palace is not an ordinary man, this mile is not an ordinary guard, Yi Hu'er, please be too abnormal?"

"Your friend?"

"To be precise, it's lying down."

The elevator door clicks, Wang Muxun enters, and the fog is painted on the floor.

"Don't scare it."

"Oh? In addition to the concubine and sister, you will not be able to marry her partner......"

The corners of Ai Te Luqi's mouth are raised.

"Guan Qilai, you don't have to ask what kind of guy to love."

Ke said that, lying down. The route is a great way to make you happy. Wang Mu also gave a layer of whitewashing.

"Indiscriminate Sacred Eyes."

Ellet Luqi saw the blood and pierced it, and it lied and mourned.

The elevator is upside down.

The steel iron cracked through the door, and the faint sound of the TV was faintly transmitted from the deep ground of the building. The fog painting should be watching the TV, and the elevator was not deaf to the sound of the death.

The living room is a couple of people doing chores.

"Which love is the first to lie down here, and the girl is lying down and beckoning to come and arrange a room for Ni."

"Please."

The little black girl nodded, poured down her sand hair on the side of the window, closed her red pupils and made her quiet neodymium.

Wang Mu tore off the black suit, threw the coat hanger with precision, and turned left in a few steps to paint the room in the fog.

The sound of the concoction burned the legend of the scarf.

The door was not closed, it was closed lightly, and Wang Mu pushed the door.

The long hair is beautiful and the clothes are so simple, and there is no one bit of neodymium and a lot of learning. It sat in a chair and was doing some kind of work, and while listening to the TV and chatting about the variety show, it didn't pay attention to Wang Mu.

Let the poems not be warm and regretful.

One is willing to be swept away and enjoyed.

"Lying on the bed." It said so.

The fog painting palm moved to stop and come, and the view of the door was beautiful, and the dew was gentle and happy.

"Welcome, Ah Mu. It's a short time. ”

"I'm busy."

Wang Muxun came over, and he copied Qisun's long hair and beauty, and happily read the fog painting that he hadn't seen for half a month.

Hou Germanium was shy, patting Wang Mujie and slapping his palm.

"Lying down and making things."

"What?"

"This one."

The long-haired beauty showed off like a lot, and took down the palm of the hand.

Which one is also a piece of weaving a scarf and a half. With three long needles, he looked at the fog and painted a palm weaving palace.

"Ah Mu Dong didn't have a palm sleeve or a germanium scarf, and he didn't weave a scarf in person, and he chatted with a few words, and he made a double palm cover for Ni, and he began to weave a scarf." The fog paint babble.

What else did this Wang Mu say?

What did you say, ignoring it and being condemned—

"Oh, I like it."

Wang Mu touched the remnants of the poem, and revealed that he was also deeply in love.

Even the fog is painted, and the long hair is beautiful and the whole mile is messy and messy.

"Fog Painting first put the palm of the hand."

Wang Mu said. "There are so many visitors to the house, and it's been around for a while, and I'm waiting for it, and I'm arranging a room for it."

"It?"

Japanese, it smacks it, and it has a hairy sound.

Fog Painting is keenly perceptive, and he is very energetic.

"It's hard to be intimidating...... Ah, Mu Ni, who did Sister Wei Yi bring with you? ”

“…… Which guard? ”

"Who is the guard, and the Mu Ni is a little bit of a while...... Not! ”

The gentle gesture vanished, and the thin eyebrows of the misty painting slowly wrinkled.

Wang Mu was very recognizable, and he also said a lot of things.

"Ahh

The fog painting recognized Wang Mu.

"Ni Kai chirps, don't you want to fight with Neodymium Shiba?"

Lying down, lying down.

Do you believe this explanation?

Burn and burn.

And it was really untruthful, and the scene was very embarrassing.

“…… Which one is not to be discussed. ”

Wang Mu tried to divert the topic.

"Now sit and sit and talk about it, sister, there is no relationship between Ke and Xuan, and Wu Huini is lying in vain."

"Alas......"

Wu Tiao Wuhua sighed, and looked at Wang Muqi to explain, and his face was full of sorrow.

"Mother Ran said it's okay, this is a man......"

Miles down grandma and grandma, Wang Mu knew each other and closed his mouth.

What kind of chicken intestines are infested and tolerant...... This creates a palace, it multiplies the guilt of the palace.

How to comfort Yi Qian Wu Painting, the sound of the door is still missing, and Wang Mu has a toothache.

"Wait, when will you let the concubine fall?"

…… How many Fen bells are you picking up?!

Elle Te Luqi is a shadow of a delicate face, with a delicate face and patience.

Like Wang Mu, the witch strip fog painting is looking at which guards are dying and disappearing.

Casually, the long-haired beauty is frightened and afraid to cover her mouth, and let it be called a clump.

It was frightened and frightened, and Wang Mu did not explain in detail to his friends about the dynamium.

Let it be a pity, and it will be hard to believe that it is a pity to be old.

He was four years old, and he was four years old, and he was very young.

"Ahh

The fog painting grabbed Wang Muqi's palm arm, and the sound trembled.

"This is a crime!"

It is a real poem 說說誐誐說語語說語

"Is your husband a companion?"

Edrich was not scared by the witch stripe fog painting, and looked at the long hair and the beauty squinted at the eyes.

This town makes the long hair beautiful and the people know what to do.

The panic dispersed, and the fog painted a stream of majesty.

"Woo, lying in the fog painting...... "It replied.