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After Chen Chong, Xianbei planted in bed.

Buing your face in a pillow, for a long time, until you breathe, you have a red, and you can support it.

The mind is full of Chen Express to find her, "I thought it was a man of this milk tea."

As for what series of drinks with her, what kind of man is authorized, she is completely cloud, only knows nod, agree.

Although low eyes, she can also make a serious look of men from his narrative.

So, that sentence, what does it mean?

Why do you want to write the speed of her painting, saying that it is a drama of her favorite taste tea ...

Is her ... Lenovo's meaning? ...

Should you just teas? Do you say a joke?

It must be like this ...

Xianbei placed back, turned over and looked up in the ceiling.

The heart is not very good, and I know that person, her heartbeat is not normal.

Touch your mobile phone and want to give a round message, refer to her opinion and clarify your mood.

But after you open the dialog, the food is stopped, the wrist is relaxed, the phone is left back to the pillow.

In fact, Xianbei is very sure, she is really, really like it, this is a rapidly in which she is a poor life.

This suddenly suddenly, looking forward to the emotions of fear, she also faintly affected when she was three times.

The other party is a boy, small flat head, skin wheat color, laughing, and smiling.

She is already a single-service person in the class, this boys will be entangled in her every night, and send her home.

During the class, do a special sports, she turned back in the queue of the front row. As a result, the boys did not turn around, and the movements were moving in their hands. He looked at her. He hit the line. He joined her, Xianbei scared.

Xianbei was stunned, but the heart was not controlled, and a small happiness, finally someone would be willing to be friends with her.

Some mood is broken, is a male classmate and her confession, the deer in the chest is also tumbling all night.

, Xianbei seems to have a bit of good feelings. He is not annoying to push the mountain bike every day, walking on her side, chatting with her, even if she does not speak, she clearly touched the heart of the bluff.

Everything is ended in an evening.

In the sunset, it seems to be usually, the boy sent her to the neighborhood.

In the conversation room, he suddenly rushed out of familiarity, a school uniform who took the boy, and then crazy, it was broken.

Yes, her mother.

That day, many passers people stopped, they were on the ground, and Xianbei stood in the same place, and poured down like being boiling water.

The next day, Xianbei was forced to change the class, and that had never appeared in front of her.

One week, there was a past duty girl to find her, saying that she made her friend became a grade joke, helping others to transfer.

Since then, Xianbei never dare to move anyone's idea.

It is a disaster for a disaster.

How to do, long-lost mood, gradually recover in these days, such as screaming.

She is very determined, it is this, I like it.

Xianbei took the corner of the bed to his face, want to cry without tears, ask yourself:

Xianbei, what is wrong with you.

Why is someone else, you have to move this kind of heart.

Her landlord must also know.

So just through today's painting, the cup of milk tea, deliberately smashed the past.

She can't think so much.

She wants to avoid her landlord.

Never give him any troubles, after all, after all ...

I have to live in a roof for a long time.

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So decided, Xianbei returned to the hibernation of small hamsters.

24 hours a day, at least 23 and a half are hiding in the room, and very small and Chen Bao.

But recently, because of the proposed matters, Chen Jian came to find her frequencies.

Every time you come to knock on the door, you must have a cup of new tastes, and give it to her.

This is work, so Xianbei can't avoid it, buried his head, thank you, use two small hands to pass.

A pair of watercolors can be received the next day.

The painting of Xianbei, never let Chen Xiang disappointed.

Just ... Chen Zhu stared at the second bedroom door for a long time, as if it can automatically appear four words on the top - "Do not disturb".

This little girl has become more and more closed these days. When you come over, I will take a head to eat with him, and now I will solve it.

I rushed to the door, I took the bag, and then rushed back to the bag.

May ... I have forgotten him.

When starting?

The man began to think about this problem, it seems to be the first time to talk to her in the morning?

That sentence hinted her?

Maybe a little girl is really random, but it is understood by him.

For her, it seems to be some Mengloy, like a wretched uncle.

Thinking, Chen Chong also regretted, but the words have been exported, they will not be returned, and they can't find a suitable opportunity to explain to her apologize, tell her not to care.

Just, secretly love this kind of love, the more depressed, the easier it is, the more it is self.

Xianbei was "he must find that he is estimated that it is estimated that it is still very annoying because of the business every day ..." Similar brain fragments tortured to crazy.

The chain reaction brought by the bad emotion is that "Qi Xie" has been serializing the plot in the two weeks, which is very flying, causing the message to the public.

The editorial round is on the buckle, and the lack of tears: Mrs.! What is your death? The short water platform sucks milk tea sucks the head and fires into the magic?

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One night, Xianbei straight, face the screen, hand-held pen, and mechanical action generally give the draft color.

Suddenly, I came to knock on the door.

Xianbei is turned back, and the pupil is slightly light.

There are no other people outside the door, Chen Xi's voice: "Is me, sleep?"

Xianbei's consciousness shakes two heads on the air, although the person is not seen at all.

Aiming at the computer screen, it's almost ten o'clock ...

He has never been so late to find her ...

Is there any urgent matter?

Xianbei quickly jumped from the chair, squandered, and ran over the door.

She slowly pulled a lot of light pulled back from the handle. Xianbei narrowed his eyes in advance, and the whole person also built low-before contacting the outside world.

Just, the man is tall, just in front of her. However, the movements of Xianbei shrinking the foot did not become redundant, and there is a presence than the living room headlights, that is, the eyes of people.

Xianbei can feel clear that it is dreaseed in her hair, not moving, but is quite effort.

Hey, her scalp has to burn.

Quickly explain it!

What is it for her?

Why don't you talk?

Is the speed of speed?

Xianbei is incomparable, only with Yu Guanggan aiming at the part of her can touch, guess Chen Xiang's intention.

Hand, there is no thing.

Body, home service.

Foot surface is slippers.

So, what is it to find?

Just a silent next second, the man has already opened the mouth, and it is very straightforward: "Let's talk about it?"

What to talk.

Is this time for this time?

What did he see? To give her an answer and say.

This one!

Death can't recognize! Xianbei can only shook his head violently.

"Don't you want to say?" He asked again.

When the situation, any question-based communication, it seems to be forced and stress in Xianbei.

Can only nod, just want to escape back in the room. The five fingers are dead, touched the sweat of palm.

Chen Chong still gave her gap: "I will say, do you nod or shake your head, can you?"

Ok, don't talk, it is easy to talk, accept this proposal, Xianbei nod.

"We live in a house ..."

nod.

"I haven't finished this sentence."

"..." Hey ... nodded.

"It is impossible to completely like strangers, know?"

nod.

"If you have any opinions on me, you can directly mention it, you can't say it, write it like before, write a small note to me."

nod.

"I really have opinions?" "Surprised tone.

Shake your head, shake your head, such as the enemy.

Men laugh: "No?"

Dot two lower heads.

"I really don't have to be embarrassed."

Still affirmative attitude.

"Hey ..." The person above the head, suddenly he was angry: "It can be said."

Xianbei suddenly. It is clear that there is a sentence, but it is like a heavy hammer to her chest and herbal.

The ear is awkward, for a long time, Xianbei slows.

It is also this ease of ease, she found that her eyes have been blocked with tears, nose, and throat are not more than ever.

Even the mouth, such a simple action, there is no power.

Xianbei didn't even dare to blink his eyes, afraid of being killed by a man to cry, because the chest was anxious.

She didn't even see him, let alone, let him hear, hear her heart, all crazy and desperate, "I like you."

A crystal liquid, from the face of Xiaoba, drops out.

She can only look at it.

Sorry.

I blame me, I blame me, I am too useless, others can smile in my eyes, and I can only let you fall to the ground.

From the past, this is like this, always live up to you, sorry, it is really sorry.