Chapter 8

When the cold cloud light breeze looked at the beautiful woman, light said: "Han Sisi, don't you know, I just despise you high?"

Han Xixi never thought that Shi Yuhan would use this reason to prevaricate her.

But she didn't believe it, so she glared to keep out the cold. "You think I'm tall. I can wear flat shoes instead of high heels when I'm with you. In this way, I'll be a few centimeters taller than her at most."

Today is her blunder. She wears a pair of high-heeled shoes of nearly 10 inches, and her height is 168cm, which is nearly 178cm. If her height is net, she will be about 4-5cm at most.

If you think so, why do you say people are so short?

In fact, she would like to say that the chest is so small!

When the cold, indifferent and lazy, spit out a few words, "1 cm high will also brand hands."

Han Xixi's nose was full of sweat, and she was about to cry out, "except for this, she can't compare with me."

When the cold eyes, flashing with the cold light of ridicule, "you are wrong, you are not the same as her!"

What! It's too much to say that she's Han Sisi. There's nothing like Han's eldest miss. She's comparable to this woman!!

Hancici roared, put her hands around her chest, and raised a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth, "well, you can tell me, I can't compare with her!"

When the cold fingers on the table gently knocked a few times, looked at Han Sisi with a smile, said: "first, the chest is too big, one hand can't hold, I like the feeling of everything in the hand, just like her, one hand is just finished!"

As soon as the first "not as good" was finished, hancici's face turned red.

Of course, shame is half, more is angry red, never heard of, there will be men despise women chest big.

At the same time, song Qinghuan, who was held by Shi Yuhan in her arms and sat on her lap, her face turned red like blood in an instant. By the way, the man said that she had a small chest and just finished holding one hand. It seemed that he had held it.

Mean, shameless, dirty!

Sitting on one side, Li qianze kept trying to suppress his smile and made a sound several times. If he continues to do so, he will probably suffer from internal injury.

only when the cold is still a clear ice, it doesn't surprise you. "Han Qianqian," said Song Qinghuan, "second, the skin is too white, looks like a vampire, I like a healthy complexion. Third, heavy makeup and disgusting, it's a man who wants to kiss lips instead of lipsticks. Fourth, the buttocks are too stiff, and the spine is easily injured. I love to do and love you. No; the fifth is of course the waist is too thin, make love a little hard, broken again how to do? What I don't like is that you are not as good as her. Do you want to continue? "