Chapter 289: Mu Jingchen, Who Are You Helping?! (2)
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Chapter 289: Mu Jingchen, Who Are You Helping?! (2)
Suddenly, "Da Da", the footsteps are urgent!
"Slap", An only regretted it, grabbed Xia Yimo's right hand, and pulled it wildly, Xia Yimo's little face was pulled, and he shook it away. 13579246810ggaax, please search () to see the most complete! The fastest update
"Ann is a pity, do you have to let me do it?" She asked in a cold voice, glanced at An Weixi's wrist, and swept her thin eyebrows.
deliberately pulled her with this hand, this person is really finding fault!
The fingers "clucked" a few more times, Xia Yimo showed a few little white teeth, like a little devil, and smiled yin, "Taekwondo black belt, Miss An, am I, I didn't tell you?" ”
When the words fell, Ann retreated with a few regrets!
Afraid of falling on his face unnaturally, his eyes pretended to be calm, and all of a sudden, Xia Yimo's heart was refreshed.
If you can't slate her, you can scare her, and you're so happy!
Who knows, An Wei is not afraid of death, sneered and provoked, and said: "Xia Yimo, Chen and I were very affectionate in the past, you can't look past it, so you want to make me angry, right?" As she spoke, she raised her wrist to reveal her tattoo, and said, "Chen must not tell you, he will not tell you what you want to know." ”
It's been right!
With a wall in his heart, Xia Yimo rolled her eyes in annoyance, her black eyes rolled around, and she said with a smile: "He told me, just one word, I believe it!" He said that it had nothing to do with An Weixi, and he explained 'several times' from beginning to end! He treats me well, Miss An, you're not blind, don't you know, do you need to be blocked by you? ”
After speaking, he turned around freely and smugly in his heart.
She was not wrong, Mu Jingchen was in the car in the morning, and explained to her little appearance, afraid that she would misunderstand and care to death.
It's just a matter of writing a note and making a note!
Suddenly, my hair hurts suddenly!
"(#‵′) Damn, Ann only regrets that you let go of me, are you sick?" The scalp was pinched, Xia Yimo's face wrinkled, grabbed his hair, and cut it with a knife.
Ann took a step back with her face twisted, hugged her arms, and took a step back.
But the wicked person complained first: "Xia Yimo, you, what kind of person do you think you are, you dare to beat me!" With teary eyes and a look of grievance.
Xia Yimo rolled her eyes widely, "It's a pity, you pulled my hair first, I was in legitimate defense just now!" As she spoke, Ann pounced forward again, and threw her hands and feet on her, where it was not obvious, fluttering blindly!
"Xia Yimo, ahhh Ann pretended to cry pitifully and continued to pull.
The inconspicuous dull pain was born, Xia Yimo couldn't bear it, raised her foot and kicked: "Stop, stay away from me!" "uang-", as if being hit by a car, An Ying suddenly jumped backwards and slammed her body into the wall!
"Woo woo, Xia Yimo, why are you beating me, I just want to be friends with you, how can you ...... me like this" tears "snap" and "snap" smashed down, the lines changed suddenly, Xia Yimo has a clever brain, don't think about it, you know who is coming!
An Wei regretted and stuck it shamelessly, wanting to hold her hand, Xia Yimo raised her feet, her small body, but she was suddenly dragged back!
"Bang-", slamming into the hard chest.
In a blink of an eye, An Wei was also dragged by Fu Xiche, who came out of nowhere, and threw his hand aside.
"Xia Yimo, have you fought enough? Still want to keep playing? "Anxious, as soon as the harsh voice sounded, Xia Yimo's ears exploded!
Mu Jingchen?
What does he mean now? He actually blamed her, did he regret it?
An Wei smiled with a smile, and wanted to stick it up, and said softly: "Chen, woo...... I knew you cared about me, I, I just made friends with her, and she beat me......"
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The first one, early, babies~~
Tui Ji friend Yun Muzhen's campus essay "Falling Sweetheart: The Chief School Grass is by Your Side", collected, Mo ~~
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