Hope You’ve Been Well

"Cry for a while, it will be done." Gu is whisper, no paper towel, picking out a small hand of Gu Baoyan from his pocket, and printing the sun.

Zhuang Fan is holding the mask, consciously crying, though, can't stop, tears even leaks some from the hole, half, calm, rush to open his hand, rub, and take him to the corner of him.

Some people elongate their necks. They also have no reason, and it doesn't matter. If you want to get this out, you will be shameful. At that time, he had a catering, he was implicated by others, and today, he was paved to Zhuangxin.

He understood the paradise and jealous of Zhuang Fan, understanding a person, there is no good and bad, the scenery is embarrassing, all of themselves share with each other. Such as drafting cotton candy, pulling it, melting, is also sweet.

Take care of the horses, squatting, tweeks, tears: "Is it still angry?"

Zhuang Fan said: "I am reflective." He was solely that it was more sincere, "I was too unreasonable," I am too unreasonable, I am sorry. "

Cold war a few days a few nights, I have set up my mind before telling, and I have to teach, and I have a rule of the rules, but I have a little white in mind. He reached out to the back neck of Zhuang Fan, hugged, , said: "I first wrote a love book, very rough, you can see it."

In the chest, Zhuang Fan is in the heart of the heart, and the passion and moment of screaming will fly out from the mouth, and if you come down, you will be static.

After a long time, I feel that it is self-contrary after the pear flower, and I want to wear a mask, and I have to fight his hand, I'm not afraid of hitting the tree.

Zhuang Fan's heart sucks the nose, and his eyes in the words, white shirts, swallow clothes, suit pants, with a delicate romantic knot, like gentleman, prince, most like groom.

Gu Yan's friend circle, guessing Zhuang Fan Xin will come, find Zhao Xiuqiu asking if it is, he borrowed clothes to wear, with Gu Bao Yan.

"Oh," Gu Yan said, "Aunt let me tell you, she has booked her restaurant in the dining room, please ask yourself for lunch."

Zhuang Fan's heart is okay: "Let's eat outside noon?"

"Hu Jie said that the first day of the New Year will be a big dinner." Gu is speaking, "I will go home," I will go home, and I will have a New Year's Day with my grandfather. "

Under the tree of the entrance, Jasmine Princess is in Qihua Nanxiong.

Qi Nan took the photo with Qingfeng Dahui, turned to see Gu Yan and Zhuang Fan's heart in the crowd, and thought that "Meteor Garden" remained again, and later met Gu Baoyan, he saw Gu Bao Yan, he met in the friends of the words, The sorry has wandered a circle with a child.

Gu Yan and Zhuangxin found them, sit down under the trees, Qi Nan is alert: "Do you have any stories?"

Zhuang Fan's heart is slightly guilty: "We want to have the first ten years together."

"I rely on," Zi Nan said, "it is a mythical story."

Gu Yan, crisplicate, low-end and ask Gu Baoyu: "Who will give you a poker?"

"What kind of poker, soil, you." Qi Nan took out a small ticket, "Come, magic card girl cherry card, Xiaoti hand, Lufei doll, there is a cheese hot dog package, your sister, I am two More than a hundred, give it a report. "

Gu Yu Ying Pack: "Is there any activity next?"

Qi Nan mysterious smiled, and then he would go to the online biplings, and met the little sister and little sister. Gu Bao Yan hurriedly asked: "Can my little sister, can you participate?"

"You are a bit too small." Qi Tan abstracts the tire angle to Dai Guibao head, "Send you, use super capability to grow up."

Qi Nan lost their pursuit, Gu Yan and Zhuang Fan's heart took a child to go back to the government, Zhuang Fan's heart clothes did not change, and the meal was taking me to eat.

Today, Hu Jie and them, count Hu Jie to take care of Xue Mazhen for five years. When the Zhuang Fan is just in the middle of the junior high school, he was taken by Xue Maoqi to do the judges. This is not eating it. Almost let Hu Jie have not given a trial period. .

Hone, with a table dishes and baked pizza, as if returned to the brothers and sisters, Xue Mao opened a bottle of red wine, feeling in the rich aroma, last year, he and Zhuangxin, a New Year's Day, this year here Laughing.

Zhuang Fan's heart is a red wine, very fragrant, judged and Xue Mao hit the cup: "Grandpa, I have to come to rice this year."

Calling, squatting with the legs, kicking the ankle of the heart of the heart. Xue Maofeng is in the drum, said: "Really? You go to the United States to accompany your grandparents every year, you can't put away my empty nest."

Zhuang Fan said: "This year is not going, I want to stay in the New Year in Yucheng."

In fact, he didn't talk to my parents, but I feel that Zhuang Xiangzheng and Zhao Xiu will agree, even if they don't agree, they can't be tied to the plane. He stolen, talking with eyebrows and his eyes, Christmas, New Year's Day, the Spring Festival also wants to be with you.

Gu Yan, clearly, state: "Grandpa, I don't go back,"

"Then your grandfather can't ask me?" Xue Mao Yu said, "Of course, I am not afraid that he is accounting."

Gu Yan said: "Let's have a Spring Festival this year, but your red envelope is stuffed."

Their Xue Maozhen opened, and the red wine did not know how to reduce the bottle. Zhuang Fan's heart was drinking cheeks, and the pizza always squinted.

In the afternoon, Gu Yan and Zhuang Fan heeded in the bedroom, staying in the windows, leaking the wind and light of the winter in the winter. The leader pulled off early, the top of the button was also unwocked, and the words were sitting on the sofa chair so landscape, and there was a little sleepy.

There is a layered white paper on the table, two three thick and unlucky pencils, Zhuang Fan is sitting down in the corner, rushing to the words, and start writing the paper.

After a few minutes, Gu Yan opened his eyes: "Let me be a model?"

Zhuang Fan is not awkward, only painting, and after the past few minutes, the white paper is ignorant, then one will come, and I have no end, I haven't ended three times. The eyes of the words are in the eyes, and they also leave the strip, and I will see the horses and tears.

The number is unclear, the waste paper is lost on the carpet, and Zhuang Fan is reached in the new, and he was slanting his wrist and slammed him from the corner.

Like, calmly patted the thigh.

Zhuang Forte sits up, twisted the most comfortable, the most calling, the bow is standing in the arms of the words, waiting for Gu Yisheng to hold him, even if he is taking the sky, he is too lazy to play a half.

"A piece of Zhang," Gu Yu Yushang, "Do you deliberately waste my paper?"

Zhuang Fan said: "I can't draw it." He looked up with the neck of the words, and the breathing was filled with wine. Care, this will open your eyes: "Why is it painless? I didn't move."

Hey, the slippers on the foot of Zhuang Fan have fallen, he said: "But I am chaotic."

Care, whispering: "Where are you champions?"

Zhuang Fan's heart, caught the hand of the words and helping the words, put it in the chest, according to the fencing suits, the eyelashes can not be ,, : "I looked at you, I will move here. "

Care is a bit blush, the wine is bile, how can this person become this virtue, he is innocent, the face is nothing, and the face is killing the face, pinching the jaw and blocked the lips.

He has never kissed the fierce, and the second time will swollen the people, but the bottom is gentle, the lips is drawn, and the wet two lips, open the teeth, and explore it to hook out, then soft, I can't clearly The tongue is still the flesh of the arms.

Zhuang Fan Hei is screaming, looking up, the small throat roll up and down, and escape the weak sound from the throat. He didn't force, the arm hangs in the shoulders of the words, and it has nothing to do, clearly, and the sweat has been wet.

"Is it still painted?"

"Hey ... can't draw ..."

There is a small bird on the terrace on the railing, and it is so powerful.

I don't know if I have passed through a few, and the words are released, they are all breathless, and the exhale, and the awake is more shed intoly.

He opened the hair before the amount of Zhuang Fan, and the forehead face fruited red, opened a little collar, and the small neck was red. After the red wine is turned over, the

There is still a bit aware, he is drunk and climbing the wall, and it is half a day to climb the words of the words. I love you softly. I love you.

Gu Yan flashed, hook the waist leg, took people, went to bed, lifting the knee halffully put the horses. He consciously innocent, only whites soil, drink more, three or two, take off the fencing suit and fencing pants.

There is only one small vest and underwear left on the body, and the slim calf is still set with pure white stockings. The roll is rolled, the stack is not going to be bent on the leg. He felt cold, more felt hot, large skin exposed to air, shredded, like a gold foil like mercury.

Zhuang Fan walked, explored the quilt and wanted to cover it.

Careless, cross your bed, in the heart of Zhuang Fulok, unlock the shirt button.

"I ..." Zhuang Fan's scattered pupil has only guilty of the face, and he is pulled up, and the left leg is opened. He wants to make a love letter, trying to come to you, ask, violate ...

Suddenly, the man of the words inserted into his hair and appease him, lure him, firmly control him.

"Baby," Gu Yu said, "Love letter is not white, you have to obey."

Zhuang Fan is blurred, can't hide the rest.

The thick door is like a layer of filter. The birds on the terrace can be shot out, not so crisp, the bed is also trivial, and the light of the words is almost can't hear, and it is intermittent, only the powerful heart is poor. Happy crying.

Zhuang Fan is soft into a beach water, lets you have a painful drink, there is their shadow on a light colored wall, stacked the rigid seam, like a gemstone is inserted, pinned or inserted, firmly unable to separate.

Sunny does not need to turn on the light, they are indulging, dazzling a bed bill, Zhuang Fan's heart is shaking on the pillow, the scaples is like a pair of fine wings, the waist is red, and the red lasses are reddled. Two palms are smashed.

I got night, Zhuang Fan's heart woke up, woke up and tired, sleep, during the period, Hu Jie knocked on the dinner, Gu Yan, stabilizing the breath, saying that it is not hungry, people go, take over, bite Zhuang Fan Xin Tattoo.

In the night, the words were blown by the cool breeze. Zhuang Fan's heart is in his arm, and the red tide on his face has not yet faded. He got up and closed the window, hugged the Zhuang Fan to go to the bathroom to clean, he made people obey, at this moment, I am afraid that I will not react into the bathtub.

Gu Yan, wearing his underwear and t-shirt, and wrapped it tightly and continued to sleep.

In the chaos, Zhuang Fan's heart hurts his chin, the sound is weak: "ass hurts ..."

Gu Hao said that the palm of the palm is almost brought by the two hikins of Zhuang Fan, and the other person has much pain. He is uncertain. He is getting more and more likely to be true.

They embracing to the sun, if they are not a calm, and the heart is still not awake. He twisted, closed his eyes, and he was more pitiful. When he took the words, he woned his legs. He gradually did not smoke, he opened his eyes and looked at the redness. back.

"Do you still sleep?" The words put down his legs and felt it.

Zhuang Fan shakes his head, and the wine is went, and the mind is clearly scrolling out yesterday's picture, and a frame of high-definition is simply 1080p.

He looked at the neck of the words, the above dental printed was very obvious: "... I bite?"

"What do you say?" Gu Yu said, "I have to give me strawberries, I will call me in the half day. You are angry, and you will come to me."

Zhuangfan apologizes: "Sorry, I drink too much."

"It doesn't matter."

Zhuang Fan's heart picked up the T-shirt, there is no good meat, red powder, screwing, and talking to him with red belt. The legs are hurt, and the underwear is a bit big. It is what he bought for the words. He looked at himself and looked at the hanger hanging on the terrace.

Gu Yan said: "I wash."

"..." Zhuang Fan's face is red, "I took it back to wash it."

"I wet yesterday." Gu Yan put people on the road, "wet drops."

Zhuang Fan's heart, hugged the mouth, hugged him, and took him to the bed, went to the wardrobe to pick clothes, put him on the door of the door, said that his skin is tender and sweet, said He almost back.

There are more than a dozen mobile phones, all of the Zhuang Xiangxi and Zhao Xiangqiu, as well as the photo of Qi Nanfa, Zhuang Fan's heart, cover the arm, cover the arm, wash your face home.

He is unhappy, and the limbs of the limbs are pantothenous, go out of Xuejiamen, he does not let the words will be sent again.

"Then you slow down." Gu Yu said, "I told me uncomfortable, I gave you to you."

Zhuang Fan's heart is walking forward, holding a sword dress, holding his love letter, and then walking out of one meter, he finally begins nothing too slow, but there is no words.

He turned back: "Gu". "

"Well?" Gu Yan looked at him.

Zhuang Fan said: "I will tell my parents, I am with you."