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Xianbei returned to the room with the bag and put it on the screen.

Gray yellow, old paper bag, there is no pattern above, two simple and concise words, Chinese.

Xianbei is careful to all dial the cup of strawberry milk, holding in the hand, falling in the abdomen.

In the red translucent liquid, you can clearly see the shake strawberry flesh.

The thick soft milk cover, mixed a large paragraph, accounting for 2/3 of the cup body.

Unveil the cup seal, the silk is sweet and nostril, and it is the March breathing of the taste.

It looks very good to drink ...

Take out the straw - must not say that the intellectual straw, will use the long paper bag to be å.

Remove his home takeaway, like a gift or artwork.

Sit down, patted the straw in, a slightly sturdy strawberry pulp, and played a spiral.

Xianbei is very ritual and all-in-one, thanks, thank you, thank you all delicious, and their founders.

Then I took a bite before it was.

Wow, drink hard ...

Overkol, there is a granule of sapphires ...

Sweetness is just just ...

She is not so sweet, so milk tea is usually only three-point candy.

The original thought it was just strawberry juice, but did not expect it to add a clear green tea in it, and then with the cup of fragrant cheese, just in its own and a single sweet taste.

After the gure, the aftertaste is prone to.

......

After half an hour, concentrate on the completion of a whole cup, and even the dilute is shaved with a pipette.

Xianbei took a A4 paper from the drawer and unscrew the marker.

Promise someone to write evaluation, or give her a free drink, how can you have sincerity.

Thoughtful, Xianbei turned out of the dictionary and found a variety of gorgeous carats, and carefully wrote two hundred words to express the love of this drink.

After the end, read it over again, how to see how the official and perfunctory ...

She is really not a person who is good at expressing ...

Xianbei depressed, to the table, meditation is very radioped, put it up with your head, reach out enough to take the watercolor on the books.

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At noon the next day, Chen Bao once again took the initiative to take the job of Xiaofu.

Deliver the boss's car, Xiarui and Zhou Deputy Shenzhen Deputy Shop, if you think.

Xiaorui: "The boss has recently begun to go deep into the mass route?"

Zhou Qinghua smiled: "It is deep into the Tiantian route."

Xiaorui: "?? Ha?"

Zhou Qingshu brows tightened: "The fairy is very beautiful?"

Xiarui stood: "... how do I know, I have seen her hand, I haven't said a word."

Zhou Qingshu Lianlian Ken, and it is true: "Sure enough, men are interested in girls with mysterious girls."

Xiaorui: "Ah ???"

Zhou Qingshu hooks him shoulders: "You are still small, don't understand, you will understand it again."

Ded him, Xiarui, opened the arm: "Rolling the side."

At a little bit, Chen Yuxi arrived in the Midjing County, which was more than ten minutes higher than the specified time.

At this moment, Xianbi squatted on the chair and struggled with the plot of brain juice and "odd".

I heard the doorbell, she was around.

This sound, I also rang much more, still able to surprise her.

After thinking, the fairy shouted, and the hand was on the hand drawn book on the table.

I will find the watercolor from the mezzanine for a while, she took it out, squatting on the slippers, and ran to the door.

Take close to the cat's eye check, oh, it is him.

Mr. Halfpets, Mr. Head didn't scate the half-puppy, but all bundled into a piece, showing a complete and good neck.

The reason why it is very clear because his throat line is particularly clear.

She has learned the male composition, the shadow of this part, when it is, even, he is even more distinct.

Then lining the same prominent jaw ...

The corners are too good, long-haired is not crossed by men.

Thinking, this, Xianbei raises the painting paper in his hand, looking forward to it.

She rarely draws this style, nor does it know that the other party will not be satisfied.

Deep sucking a sigh of breath, Xianbei twisted the door handle, launching the door panel to the gap within the conventional area.

Then, slowly ... I took the paper out.

Chen Chong outside the door, I will pick my eyebrows -

Go to yourself, a loop of white paper.

He lifted his arm and wanted to pick it up.

It seems that I will move one inch again, and there is a fire tongue to burn myself.

Next, people inside people were really hot, loosened, and paper was completely released into Chenzhao hand.

Chen Zhu flat, converge, and slightly.

On the white paper, it is not a plurality of words, and it is not a big discord, but a picture.

Watercolor.

The girl is white, and the coat of the horse karlon powder, the shoulder is mint green.

The round skull is also a white milk white, and a blade model is laminated.

She is holding a strawberry as a small bag. The head is slightly, the face is red, and the eyes bend into the moon.

This painting is equipped with a line:

"Thank you very much, the strawberry milk is very good. But I have limited ability to express, I can only draw a man."

Chen Zhu lip, once again, take care of the painting.

Obviously, every component was expressed by her with specific costumes and colors.

The little girl is smile, maybe the taste brought by this cup of tea.

For Chen Bao, there are two words "good drink".

You can also get this painting, purely surprises.

Chen Chong directly took out the neutral pen in the trouser pocket, write down, "Painted very well, can you give me?"

Send it back in the door.

Xianbei took the past, saw the reply on the upper side, and the heart of the heart was long.

The lips are not known to bend, she immediately returned, ran to the study, she just took the pen, she wrote her desk.

"It was given to you."

Chen Chong is outside, you can clearly, the little girl slippers the sole, rubbing the sound of the floor.

He will smile and once again aimed at the door, the probe explores the white paper.

Just this time, it no longer guards the temptation, half of it is stopped, it seems that Chen Zhen took it.

He also accepts, see the words above, men pick eyebrows.

Chen Choi also said, I have to send paper back, he thinks, makes it out.

When I returned to the fairy hand, she was almost sorry.

He was studying yesterday, "Thank you", there is a notebook smile.

Just ...

The painting is a bit bad ...

I am so tough, and I painted myself into Ding old style.

Ugly cute.

At this time, the men outside the door spoke: "You haven't taken it today."

"..." , yes, there is milk tea, Xianbei should be silent in his heart.

I have to go back, she suddenly curiously the man's identity.

After moving to this, the first and non-editing people, say so much for so long.

Don't I really send milk tea?

The doubts of the heart want to come out, Xianbei tries to the mouth, it is asking if you can't speak.

too difficult……

I have to ask in that paper: "Are you sending milk tea in the future?"

Take the paintings back, she is as usual, and she took the takeaway today.

Outside, men have passed the painting and have not responded.

It should be over.

He got the painting, she had milk tea.

He said thank you, today's topic is here?

This should be right?

Do she be closed?

Xianbei is rushing behind the doorboard, grasping his head, somewhat.

Did you see the problem on paper?

Does she ask too much?

Is this a bit of a little deliberately suspicion?

I'm finished, will he not think she is going to him?

Ah, I'm curious, I will kill the cat ... Tat

The corridor is so quiet.

Suddenly, she heard the gentleness of his origami, one, two, .

"I will go first." The people outside said, tone peace.

Fortunately, okay, he should have not seen it, or if you see it, I don't mind.

A fierce psychological activity, so that the fairy becomes scattered to the ground.

She didn't know who did it, I didn't have two heads, shoulder the door, and I wanted to resist.

Next, one hand took the handle to click on the lock!

Sudden reverse force, shocking Xianbei almost jumped out of one meter.

Then she heard the man outside the door, sinking, asking: "Do you want me to send later?"

Over-electric voice ...

Guided from the door panel ...

......

......

What?

Hematology, the face of Xianbei, instantly rising red.