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Especially he personally put her object, she loved something, entered her life.

He feels that he is ridiculous.

Bai Weiwei has never seen anything from a small life.

It is beautiful, but he is a self-recognition, but this world is not a single copy.

She loves him.

From the head to the end, he is his person.

So she respects him, never treating him as a male pet, and try to help him win the power.

His current literary power is from the box she sent.

One person has so much.

Even, the most distinguished person under the sky, gently walked down the altar.

Reach your hand in her petty embrace.

To cover the wind and protect him, protect him.

He completely ruined her love because of his poor.

Packed in the heart of the heart, densely numb.

His fingers were frozen with snow, red.

However, it is not intended to drop, even deliberately.

Then he held a snow-hidden jar, hurried back to the corridor and gave Bai Weiwei.

It is best to let her see, his red finger.

So she can distress him.

But there is no one in the corridor.

And he gave her a small and warm pot, but still under the gallery.

After a while, I took a while and suddenly recovered indifferent expressions.

"What about the Hall?"

The slave is immediately sincere and sincerely answering; "Go, go to the back hospital."

Lips, lingering, and silence.

Then he suddenly turned and went to the back yard.

The backyard is a plum tree, and now it is a day that is plum blossom.

I rushed to the backyard, I saw Bai Weiwei sitting in a wheelchair.

She was shaped in the shoulder, and the snow was still white, and a light red pin was added, add a bit of gorgeous.

He is too late.

Seeing her lips slightly hooks, and the light is soft.

I only feel that my heart is like a little deer.

How long have it, she has not laughed.

I only feel that she is so good.

Just went through, a petty sound was sounded.

"His Royal Highness, slaves gave you a flower, you can't look good."

The voice of the girl, twisting the attitude of nothing.

I was cold at the god of the law.

He saw the teenager named Xiao Six, holding a plum blossom bunch and jumping.

Bai Weiwei reached out, took a plum blossom, and he sniffed his sniff.

Then she shouted softly: "The flower is very good."

Xiao Si smiled: "Have a good time, small six can do anything under the temple."

Bai Weiwei is soft, smiling: "Don't be a sweet words."

This sentence is inadvertent.

It was invisible to springer.

Xiao Six boldly pulled her sleeve, seeing her did not refuse, immediately opened his heart and said: "The His Royal Highness, even if it is a sweet words, it is also a sweet words of the temple."

Bai Weiwei: "Please use it, I am a wasteman now, I can't give you anything."

Xiao Six squatted her cuffs, smiled and juited: "In the Hall, I will be happy."

Bai Weiwei's indifferent expression, loose.

She is like a notes, look back.

I saw a jar of holding a jar, a juvenile face, a cold.

A pair of eyes, dead staring at her sleeves.

The smile of the corner of the Bai Weiwei disappeared, and his eyes were also cold.

She is like deliberately, reaching out, cautious, touching a small six hair.

The finger does not dare to touch the scalp.

After all, she allergies to men.

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