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Xianbei did not dare to take a step forward, because the door is standing.

You know, she moved to this community for almost a year.

In addition to take-out and express, there is no living active to find her.

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Xianbei stood in the original place, staring at the door ...

Back.

- I don't know if a man is a woman's back.

It has the hair that is fast to shoulder, and is tied as a half-measuring head, which is a common female character.

It can be height proportion, shoulder width, in the character composition, completely Peugeot male body.

Both hands are empty, it is not express or takeaway.

It is still knocking.

Xianbei is trembled.

The terrible knocking on the door means the beginning of a social sentence.

Last year, two uniform women who can say good deeds are home to the property fees.

They are discrete, singing, singing and singing, putting the security of their communities, is unbreakable with the guard wall pool, but also to take her into their topics, recognize their point of view ...

This makes her voyage a week, and even a line will not be completed.

Think about it.

I don't know how long this person has to wait.

Xianbei is behind the stairs, and the small sprinkle is shrunk.

It suddenly didn't knock on the door.

Take out the phone and biased the head.

Xianbei took the upper body lower and tried to bury himself.

I also saw its side faces.

It is a man, stranger.

Have a high nose, just right under the chin, the nose and the chin, his face is a clerk, trimming, and a shackles, but also add an angry.

The line is so good, it seems that the girl is long.

Maybe I always have something to observe in the dark, he suddenly turned to face, and I was not looking at Xianbei.

The Xianbei throat is a bitten, and it is easy to open.

The heart has been squatted.

Have a look, another universe torture.

Every eye is like a knife with her heart.

While the face is red,

The mobile phone in the Xianbei pocket is shocked.

The man once again came back, there is no sense of mind, it becomes surprised at this moment.

But how long is this emotion last, it turns into inquiry and sentence.

The shopping bags in the fairy tightened hand are helpless.

This eyes are suffering, simply put her light, throwing into the big sun in the building.

In the mouth of the sweater, the mobile phone that constantly vibrate is a disgusting, and the killing is tantamount to death in the knock, will only provoked her more fear.

Observe her for a while, the man hangs a call, and the mobile phone of Xianbei is no longer.

It should be confirmed that there is no smile on the shore of his lips. Then, his mouth moved, and took a step toward her ...

Mom! This person is really coming to her!

I didn't listen to what he said!

Xianbei has been panicked, and the legs are rampted downstairs.

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In the afternoon, Chen Chong returned to "".

"" is a afternoon tea shop, situated in the city of Ning City.

Because of its pure white decoration style and the boss do not lose the long phase of the star, let it become a local online red shop.

There is still a very good business in the opening of the store.

Hey, Chen Xi is the boss here.

Go back to the staff's rest room, but also sought Zhou Qingshu, who was in this month's small gift quota, looked up at him:

"Have you seen a fairy?"

The fairy is just an odd.

Soon "in the intention", he did a foreign delivery business.

We know that after the takeaway app is stored in the store, the other party's last name and delivery address will be displayed.

A family living in the middle of the city, every day, there is no resistance to the "Ms." of the Milk Tea, the last name of the milk tea, the surname ", has received the attention of the owner of the store.

Especially her taste is a single and special, no matter how the milk tea variety is risen, no matter how the boss has ramped the brain juice to drill more new tastes.

She is still as simple as it is, nothing else, nothing -

Original milk tea.

Fixed tributes.

Chen Zhu didn't answer, and the picture before half an hour was in the eye.

He couldn't help but sister, and he was also confused.

"It seems that it is seen," Zhou Qingshi leams against the back: "Do you speak?"

Chen Bao shook his head, poured a glass of water, walked back to the table, sit down.

I went to the saliva, I was screaming: "I will run."

Zhou Qingshu smiled and ridiculed: "It must be drinking our milk tea and drinking a year, getting angry, starting to drink people. I didn't call it half a month. I didn't hurry to go to the door, I still don't hurry."

"..."

As Zhou Qingwang said, in these half a month, they " "'s death flour "Fairy", the broken place did not call a cup of milk.

Everyone is strange.

After this situation reacted with Chen boss, in accordance with the humanistic care of the old customers, and the self-confidence of homemade products.

Chen Chong found a noon, confirmed by the "Fairy", and the other party has already moved.

That is today.

Ingenious, just hit the top.

Zhou Qingshu hookped his leg: "What is the long say? Xiaofu said that it has been sent for a year, and I have never seen any length of people who live in, just open the door, small hand, tremble, tremble. "

"Is it true that I have a fairy?" Zhou Qingshu is very curious.

Chen Zhi Shen, recalling the scenery.

Skinny girls, wearing loose big hoodie, trousers. The trousers are still long and have been rolled with two.

She wears a mask, the hood is strict and strict.

Only a pair of confusing eyes and black eyes, seeing him seems to see the flood beast.

Inexplicably, and funny.

Chen Biyu Lips: "Didn't see it." I can remember very carefully.

Zhou Qingshu asked: "Determine it?"

Chen Chung: "OK."

Zhou Qingshu urged tone: "It is better to move."

Chen Xiang didn't speak, but smiled deeper.

As he said, it is just the opposite. How can I move, but I am not tired of him, I want to taste my meal.

There is a comparison to distinguish, so that she will look back, they will find that thousands of doors, still not as if he "interested" this cup.