To be fair, women's flexibility is much better than men's, most men can't do this.

If you don't often consciously exercise, or if you have special requirements for physical flexibility, such as dancing, gymnastics and so on, you can't do this. At least, you can't cleave so freely.

Especially this one word horse Cough, it's not so friendly to men.

Lu Ye looks back.

This time, Gong SunYu, who had touched Guo Rou's little hand, stepped back several steps consciously, saying that he was not the best man. He had already helped him with friendship just now.

Mei Lang, who was originally silent, took a firm step back.

He can split other people into one word horse, himself Forget it.

Here in Los Angeles, wearing a suit and a pink tie, he snorted and pulled his tie. Then he looked at the girl who slowly stood up and raised her chin haughtily, "just split a fork, how simple it is!"

The next moment, Los Angeles in front of everyone, to a very standard word horse.

Xu Yue was stunned and surprised, because this man's flexibility is really good.

She is also a simple person, and then turned to the door to get out of the way.

Here, Lu Ye hurried over and knocked on the door.

And Mellon walks up behind Los Angeles and looks at him with a dim expression Below.

Los Angeles rolled a white eye, "why, do you worship me? I tell you, worship is OK, but don't fall in love with me. "

They have been comrades in arms for many years. Mellon naturally knows that the body of Los Angeles, which my mother calls herself, is a real man.

So the word horse just now

Mei Lang frowned, looked down, worried and sympathized.

Looking at his expression, Los Angeles suddenly felt that something was wrong. He immediately said, "I said, Mei Zi, what's your expression? If you have something to say, don't look at me so affectionately. I tell you, there's only a ye in my heart! You can be third at most

"Oh." Mellon nodded.

“…… Are you trying to say something? You can say whatever you want, I can handle it

Then Mei Lang nodded and asked, "doesn't it hurt?"

Los Angeles

Here, Lu Ye has begun to knock on the door. From inside, Xie Luan's voice comes.

"Is that ah Yeh?"

"Yes, Ma, open the door for me."

"No way."

Lu Ye

Lu yeyi Leng, this is not like Xie Luan's usual style.

Guo Rou and others are noisy. There is a spectrum in Lu's ambition, but in Xie Luan's case, he really didn't think that the other party would have any problems to stop him.

But when he thought that the other party was Yan Yan's own mother, Lu Ye asked patiently, "Mom, how can you open the door for me?"

"Ah ye, do you remember the name of the first book I wrote and the story I told?"

Lu Ye

Lu Ye turns his head and looks at a group of people around him.

In fact, Lu Ye knows that Xie Luan is a writer, and she also knows some of her books. However, many of Xie Luan's books are emotional, and their perspectives are women. There are also some novels about girls growing up.

They are such a large group of old men. Who will watch them.

Not even Los Angeles.

At this time, everyone looked at Los Angeles. Los Angeles held its chin up and said, "don't look at me, I only look at the dream of Red Mansions!"

Gongsun Yu held his arm and asked, "is it Lin Daiyu or Xue Baochai that you substituted?"

Los Angeles

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