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Yan Xiaomo glanced at the jar of wine in her arms, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, what about a good cup?

If she goes down to this altar, she has to be drunk to death. Pinshu mobile terminal

But Zhong Wuyan always can't refuse to invite her, and she has to have a drink with Zhong Wuyan anyway, phew, it's a jar of wine.

Yan Xiaomo learned from Zhong Wuyan to sit on the stone very domineeringly, holding the wine jar in her arms.

For people who are not very good at drinking, the taste of wine is pungent, and the so-called aroma of wine is a pungent taste in Yan Xiaomo's eyes.

"Xiaomo, I salute you." Zhong Wuyan was holding the wine jar in her hand, her wheat-colored skin was flushed, her sexy lips were shining with a sparkling luster, and the half-drunk Zhong Wuyan had a heroic beauty, which Yan Xiaomo couldn't have, because no matter how heroic she was, she couldn't be Zhong Wuyan.

"Sister Yan, I also respect you, I respect you as a female man, for us women with a long face." Yan Xiaomo sincerely admires Zhong Wuyan, in this era, most women rely on men, live by men, have no self-esteem, men want to want, they don't want to change women, and women can't have half a complaint.

But Zhong Wuyan relied on her own strength to gain respect and get what she wanted, and she didn't need to rely on men to live at all, so that such a woman deserves to talk about her dreams and get what she wants.

Listening to Yan Xiaomo's words, Zhong Wuyan's eyes flashed a trace of shyness, it was the first time she had heard a woman praise her like this when she was so big, and those women used to laugh at her for being ugly, like a man.

In the past, Zhong Wuyan didn't take it to heart, and she didn't care about anything with those little women, what those women wanted was to ask their men, if the men didn't cry, and she relied on her own ability to get it, she didn't need to ask anyone, so there was nothing she couldn't get.

There are no regrets in her life, because what she deserves has been obtained.

But now she found that there was something she didn't seem to be able to get, and it made her very depressed.

"I envy you." Zhong Wuyan took the wine jar, took a sip, and couldn't help but feel a little envious when she looked at Yan Xiaomo's appearance.

It can be seen that the coach likes Yan Xiaomo, and she also likes Lian Po, but she really can't say anything to Lian Po about the girl's attitude towards the boy's family.

The point is that Lian Po doesn't seem to have that feeling for her, which makes her very hesitant.

"What do you envy me?" Yan Xiaomo took a sip of wine, and her delicate facial features instantly wrinkled into a heap, as if she had drunk something extremely unpalatable.

After swallowing it in one gulp, Yan Xiaomo didn't feel much of it, although it was unpleasant, but it was not so bad that she couldn't drink it.

Zhong Wuyan shook his head, seeing that Yan Xiaomo couldn't drink, he couldn't help but smile, "I won't be reckless, it's not good to drink too much." ”

Yan Xiaomo didn't listen to Zhong Wuyan, she took another sip, she wanted to challenge the wine, maybe she could practice thousands of cups in the future without getting drunk!

"You said it's not good to drink too much, but you still drink so much?" At this time, Yan Xiaomo's fair little face was a little drunk, and her cheeks were crimson, like an apple, red and attractive.

Zhong Wuyan lowered her eyes and said lonely: "I'm used to it." ”

Although I got a lot of things, I sometimes couldn't help but feel lonely in my heart, and it seemed that something was missing.

Later, she thought that she did lack a heart to be loved, and if she did, she would not lack anything more.

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