Chapter 267

The man who opens the door and holds his cell phone to bring infinite light to this utility room is actually a blind girl.

So, who is the one I rode?

I don't know how many thousands of years I've been staying here. After I was awakened by the ringing of a mobile phone call, the high-speed railway blinked, and my brain began to work slowly again.

During this period, not only did the high-speed railway become a sculpture, but the woman also remained motionless.

Thanks to their current posture, the difficulty coefficient is not high at all -

in the dark, the high-speed railway leaves the woman and picks up the clothes on the ground.

After he took out his mobile phone, he turned on the flashlight without looking at the caller ID.

The dazzling light once again shines on the utility room.

The woman still didn't move, just like she was crazy with the high-speed railway just now, just a statue.

The high-speed railway lifted her red cap -

then she slowly raised her head.

Then, the high-speed railway saw a cold and proud face.

Scum girl.

This woman, who was mistakenly regarded as ye Xingchen by the high-speed railway, was the scum girl who took him for the first 16 times and the 17th time.

The high-speed railway looks at Jin Youcheng without expression.

Jin Youcheng looks at the high-speed railway with a cold and proud look.

They looked at each other, and it seemed that ten thousand years later, the high-speed railway asked softly, "how can it be you?"

He was surprised that he didn't get angry.

Shouldn't he be angry?

If it wasn't for this woman who came into the utility room in the dark, the high-speed railway would not have done such a thing with her, and ye Xingchen would not have seen it. The newly restored relationship between the couple suddenly broke into the Nujiang Grand Canyon.

It is not polite to say that this woman who calls herself a scum girl is the culprit who has ruined the high-speed railway's life-long happiness.

It's time to kill!

But should high-speed rail get angry?

Slag girl really came in in the dark -

is the utility room a private house of high-speed railway?

Since it's not, he has no right to stop others from coming here.

What's more, the scum girl coming in in the dark doesn't mean that she wants to do that kind of thing with him.

Although the high-speed railway wants to sing "cool" at present, it has not forgotten that when the slag girl came to him in the dark, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down in his arms. When she came to him, she used to say "goodbye".

However, the high-speed railway, without giving her any chance to explain, has made a big mistake by taking practical actions that she can no longer control.

Everything is the fault of high-speed railway.

Although the high-speed railway is a jerk, it will never put the blame on others after doing something wrong.

Therefore, there is no reason for high-speed railway to be angry with slag girl.

On the contrary, he would like to express his sincere apology: "I'm sorry. I thought, you're my wife's

There is a kind of woman, is hanging.

Jin Youcheng is definitely the spokesperson of this kind of women.

She clearly knew that after ye Xingchen witnessed their actions, they would bring a devastating disaster to the high-speed railway. Perhaps, the high-speed railway would be so angry that it would strangle her.

At least, I have to punch and kick her and scold her as a scum girl.

But when Jin Youcheng lifted it up, he was still cold and proud.

It's as if she is the queen sitting on the throne. She doesn't need to care. She was trampled by the high-speed railway just now.

Even if the high-speed railway apologized to her calmly, her coldness and arrogance did not fluctuate.

At most, she sighed gently, knelt down on the ground and said faintly, "I didn't expect it to be me. You don't have to say sorry to me. Because I like you to love me

The high-speed railway asked her how it could be her.

However, she replied that she did not expect that it would be her -

this answer, like her people, is quite different.

However, it also proves that Jin Youcheng had a painful choice before he came in.

If she can contain a demon like impulse, then she is Jin Youcheng.

She didn't - so she said, and she didn't think, she would be her.

Similarly, her refusal of the high-speed rail's apology is sincere.

She likes the feeling of flying.

Eating marrow and knowing taste.

This idiom can be spread for thousands of years without being buried, which is enough to prove that it represents the truth.

No matter instinctively or psychologically, after Jin you city was conquered by high-speed railway, she has been longing for the taste of high-speed railway all the time these two days.

To Jin Youcheng's reply, the high-speed railway does not know what to say next.

He shook his head with a wry smile, refused the ringing mobile phone, leaned against the wall, raised his legs and began to dress.

But Jin Youcheng reaches out and grabs his trouser legs.

The high-speed rail frowned and looked down at her.

Jin Youcheng pursed his mouth, raised his right hand and stretched out three spring onion like fingers: "first, you have hurt your wife. Second, I don't like to give up halfway. Third, you need a high-intensity exercise now to adjust your seemingly calm mood. "The high-speed rail didn't speak.

It doesn't mean that he ignored Jin Youcheng's suggestion.

Indeed, he has hurt Ye Xingchen.

There is no difference between Jin Youcheng and Jin Youcheng in ten minutes or one hour.

Jin Youcheng didn't like him to give up halfway. He was also suggesting that he would be responsible for her and give her what she wanted.

Especially her third point.

At present, the high-speed railway really needs a high-intensity vent to adjust the seemingly calm mood.

The saying is that you can only calm down after a broken jar is broken.

It's just, can high-speed rail continue to work with her?

The high-speed railway smiles, pulls back its right foot, puts on its clothes quickly, turns around and goes.

Just walked a step, a pair of hands, hugged his left leg.

When the high-speed railway lowered its head, it saw the crazy light in Jin Youcheng's eyes and said softly, "it's late, it's late. Everything is too late. You can't let me down again after you've been sorry to her. "

High speed rail to control the atmosphere, volcanic eruption!

He grabbed Jin Youcheng's hair, lifted her from the ground, raised her hand and hit her in the stomach heavily.

Jin Youcheng is in great pain.

In front of you, Venus is popping up, opening its mouth, but it can't make a sound.

Finally, when the Venus in front of her was about to disperse, she immediately felt that what she wanted was coming.

She couldn't help but open her mouth and let out a suppressed scream.

Call, like a swan in the nine days outside the clouds Wanming.

I don't know how many times I heard this voice again. After it came out from the black gauze tent, I crossed my hands and put them in front of my belly. I looked down at the high priest on the tip of my foot and sighed softly.

Wearing a black robe, the high priest, female, aged 71, is already grey haired.

The black gauze tent suddenly fluctuated violently like the water surface blown by the wind.

A beautiful foot, which can be called a perfect work of art, comes out from the tent.

The five toes of this show foot are as lovely as silkworm baby, and the toenails are dyed red, just like the peach blossom in full bloom, which gives people the charm of palpitation.

I don't know how long after that, when the euphemistic voice suddenly rose, but suddenly stopped like a knife, the Xiu foot suddenly stretched forward and didn't move.

Half a beautiful leg, also out of the black gauze account.

On the ankle, tied a red ribbon.

On the red ribbon, there are two golden bells.

These two little golden bells, the size of peanuts, are carved with exquisite images.

However, no matter how the show foot shakes, the golden bell doesn't ring.

Ring - dead man!

That show foot, in the air as if stagnated for 10000 years, just slowly fall, powerless hanging in the bedside.

The high priest went over, sat down, put the beautiful foot on his lap, took out a white towel and gently wiped off the sweat as if it were the most precious porcelain.

When the high priest finally dried the sweat from the snow feet, a very lazy and charming woman's voice came out of the gauze tent and said, "grandma, how many times have I done this?"

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