She also opened a long time ago's post, which was a separate post of Jiang Qiao.

It was a year ago that the boy was tall and tall. Leaning against the wall, he could make a landscape painting.

Xu saved this picture on his mobile phone.

On Friday night, it's cloudy and I have to go home.

She's going home to pack up and fly to Italy with Cui Nan.

Before leaving school, she stayed with Jiang Qiao for more than an hour.

Obviously, Jiang Qiao was in a low mood and didn't look like a lot.

When the time was almost over, cloud Pan Pan asked him, "do you have anything else to say to me?"

Jiang Qiao shakes his head: "No

Cloud Pan Pan: "Oh, then I have to go, you go back to the dormitory early."

People have not turned around, suddenly was held by Jiang Qiao.

Yun Fanpan had known for a long time that such a thing would happen. He was just about to smile and ask him what he was going to say. As a result, Jiang Qiao bent down, his palm was gentle, but he was holding her head strongly, and his other hand held her waist.

His lips suddenly stuck to his lips.

With the unique flavor of Jiang Qiao.

He didn't go deep, just tasted it.

After that, she sucked her lip heavily and left.

Seeing that her lips were red, Jiang Qiao was happy again.

As soon as he was happy, it seemed that the whole world was brightening up. His eyes were bright, with broken light, just like the sunshine on the snow.

"I'd rather learn from my sister."

He called her solemnly.

Cloud pan pan, um, I feel sweet in my mouth.

"As your boyfriend, I don't want you to have too much contact with other boys. It's better to keep a distance," Jiang said

This is a strong and overbearing word.

After that, Jiang Qiao's tone is a little soft: "as a senior who likes you, I ask you not to contact with others, OK?"

Not yet, he added, "I heard that foreign boys are good-looking, good-looking, you are too naive and lovely, I'm afraid you will be abducted."

Jiang Qiao's lip is also slightly red, before the kiss let his lips look very moist.

His dark eyes are like ink. Jiang Qiao's beauty is not like oil painting, but like ink painting, which makes people shine.

Cloud Pan Pan said: "they will not be better than you, I do not like anyone, just like you, only you seduce."

Pakchoi feels that his host's provocative means seem too high.

When he said this to Yun pan pan, he still doubted: "I'm not provocative. I'm telling the truth."

Do you want to tell the truth?

Pakchoi understood, invisible provocative, the most lethal!

With her guarantee, Jiang Qiao put down his heart and watched her get on the bus.

Jiang Qiao went back to the dormitory, but he didn't plan to live in the dormitory.

There is no class in school tomorrow. He plans to go home.

The slums are located in remote areas. There are holes in the walls outside. The walls are covered with red graffiti. All kinds of words make people dizzy. The ground is full of potholes.

In fact, Jiang Qiao made some money in the past two years and bought a house outside, but he insisted on coming back once a week.

He has lived here for such a long time, and he always has some nostalgia for it.

At first, Jiang Qiao was thinking about the cloud in his mind, but he didn't care much about the situation around him.

When he really went in, he found something wrong, as if someone was following him.

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