Chapter 1135 - V Is a Tear Bag Ghost (15)

Cheng Hao: "Then let's start." ”

Xia Ling: "Well, okay~"

This time, Cheng Hao asked her to read Lin Qingxuan.

"In Vancouver, Canada, a friend took me to a park by the sea to see wild geese. The size of the wild goose was beyond my expectations......"

Lin Qingxuan's prose is beautiful and natural.

When Xia Ling read it, it was like being cleansed in this clear spring.

And from "The Wild Goose That Doesn't Fly South" to "Salmon Returns to Fish", I read it......

By the time the third article was about to be read, Xia Ling had already seen Cheng Hao who was asleep in the projection.

He was lying on the bed, sleeping in the same position as yesterday.

The pajamas on his body were replaced by a white cotton short-sleeved, and his strong arms were pressed against the thin quilt, just by looking at it, he could already see his restrained strength.

The man's short hair fell in front of his forehead, and his forehead was full and his nose was straight.

In this way, the lines are smooth and straight, the thin lips are slightly pursed, and the lines of the whole face look very three-dimensional.

"Good night." Xia Ling looked at him and said in a low voice.

She closed the microphone and let Hi Hi end the projection of Cheng Hao.

Last night, Cheng Hao treated her like that, she originally wanted to use a dream trick to stir up Cheng Hao's dream.

Xia Ling didn't care about it today, but actually gave Cheng Hao a chance.

Cheng Hao gave Xia Ling an explanation with 30,000 yuan, which can be regarded as escaping without knowing it.

Coming out of the sub-channel, Xia Ling was not in a hurry to go offline.

She took a look at the main channel, and [Mourning] was online.

As the emperor of [Troublemaking Street], [Mourning] has a kind of big brother's leadership atmosphere, and he is particularly fond of coaxing.

The main channel is now playing with someone Xia Ling has never seen.

As soon as she passed, [Mourning] immediately hugged her to Maixu.

This is what it means not to let Xia Ling go.

This time, Xia Ling's appearance also made the public frequency roll again.

"Love you, love you, Xi Rou, please take my knees."

"Xirou girl is awesome, she can pia so well, learn to learn!"

"Xirou Xirou, come to the scene?!"

……

At noon, Xia Ling didn't look at these scrolling screens much.

Now, she dragged the mouse and carefully flipped through the chat history on the public screen.

The people of this water even praised her.

Look, what kind of vest is this?

[Love Xirou, hold on and don't let go]

[I'm Yuro's scarf]

[I'm Yurou's mobile phone]

A group of good people don't do it, and they all come to make her pendants.

When this scene was over, [Mourning and Mourning] controlled the wheat order and spoke.

"Haha, Sister Xirou, you're finally here, this group of people are looking forward to the stars and the moon, waiting for you to come to the scene, how about it, do you have time to play together?"

Mai Xu's previous PIA drama girl No. 1: "Yes, Xi Rou is big, you are too powerful, I listened to your recording last night three times, the girl you matched, with He Chengda's narration, every time I listen to it, I have goosebumps on my body!" ”

The meaning of the fan sister in these words is very obvious.

Xia Ling can also speak on the wheat order.

She didn't expect that Mai Xu, the female number one of the all-channel purple horses, would also open her mouth to "ahhhh

So, she is a pia play, and she is directly famous?

[Funeral]: "Come on, Sister Xirou, you see that there are more than 8,000 vests hanging on this channel, half of them are listening to you, let's let them feast their ears, and it can be regarded as a benefit for these people who have been guarding for a day." ”

10 more, the update is over, see you tomorrow.

The crisis of the second goods is lifted, you don't have to be eaten by me, Mo Da, tomorrow I will start to thank the reward, pay for the reward, and continue to change the million!

Wan more begged the little fairies to come back, don't leave Sansan behind, I'm autistic/jpg