Chapter 1250

With that, he rejected it.

It should not be more beautiful than school flowers, school flowers have a good figure, and people are particularly beautiful. It's a problem for a little girl to say that she's petite and her company commander doesn't grow well.

Jiang Lou has a look at the girl sitting in front of her.

I thought that Cheng Xin's question was boring enough.

He leaned slightly against the position and looked at the little girl who wrapped himself into glutinous rice dumplings. He raised her small face slightly, and her long eyelashes curled up and thick.

Every blink.

Like a butterfly, it stopped in his heart.

Jianglou frowned slightly. When did he become so bored, staring at a little girl, he was bored.

He glanced at the blackboard.

At this time, I want to go out to fight.

But it snowed.

There are few people on the road.

Jiang Lou stretched out for a while.

The young man's legs are straight and long. When he stands up, he is a walking clothes hanger.

He stares at the back of the girl's head and hooks his lower lip slightly.

He reached over and hooked his scarf.

When the girl turned her face again, she drooped her eyes and said, "take this off as well."

Su porcelain looked at people with some confusion.

Does this hinder him from looking at the blackboard?

The money juggler nodded his head.

I'm going to turn back.

But it's stuck in one hand.

The teenager looked at her and said lazily, "take off now."

Jianglou is not that he hasn't seen the transfer students over there. He hasn't, like glutinous rice dumplings. The big wet eyes look at people like they have hooks.

It's cute and soft.

The voice is soft and waxy, not to mention the delicate body.

Nice and soft.

Want to be bullied.

Su porcelain slightly pursed her lower lip, stretched out her hand, and took off the scarf on her neck. Then he raised his face slightly and said softly, "is that enough?"

The hand of Jianglou is tiny.

The eyes fell on the girl's face.

Because of the steaming, the cheeks were scarlet. Some ruddy lips, palms big small face, delicate and soft. The eyes were wet and sticky.

The voice was the same as her.

Seeing that he did not speak, the little girl pursed her lower lip and turned her face back.

Jiang Lou just came back to God and took his hand back.

Cheng Xin can't help it. Unfortunately, brother Lou is in the way. He couldn't see anything, so he had to gossip on his face: "brother Lou, how are you? Do you look good? "

"Compared with school flowers?"

Compared with school flowers?

Jianglou doesn't know.

All he knew was, this face... How it looked, how it felt.

I can't forget.

Jiang Lou doesn't remember what the school flower looks like.

Su porcelain took off her hat and scarf, and her face was steaming red. At last, she felt much better.

She breathed in a small breath.

But I don't know. The boy behind me is also staring at her.

Jianglou is staring at the little girl's head.

The other side, like a pupil, sat quietly and cleverly in his seat. There was a small chirp on her head. Her hair was black and soft, showing her delicate and small ears.

It's white and tender.

Jianglou stares at it for a long time. How do you see it, how do you feel about it.

It's the same as glutinous rice dumplings.

It makes his hands itchy.

So Jiang Xiaoba held out his hand again and grabbed the little girl's little chirp.

Su porcelain showed a little vacant expression.

Her hair... Seems to have been scratched.

Is it an illusion?

The money jar blinked her eyes and thought with drooping eyes.

Until her little chirp was pinched again.

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