Vol 2 Chapter 1957: Misplaced Hydrangea 4

In the attic, a man with a strong body is holding a hydrangea in his hands, standing tall on it, his eyes gliding quickly in the crowd below.
And under the attic, there are countless people crowded at this time.
Men and women, almost only see the head of the black pressure, the sound of the hustle and bustle accompanied by their walk, more and more noisy.
"the man?"
Because there are too many people, Xuanyuan Xuan and Xuanyuan Yu were held up by one alone.
At this time, Xuanyuan Xuan pulled his hair and looked at the man in the attic holding the hydrangea. His face was full of tangles.
"Can men also throw hydrangea? Can they marry?" Xuanyuan Xuan brain can't turn.
He remembers everything he knows, all men are jealous, women are married?
Although he doesn't quite understand why this is the case, it is like this. Why did it change here?
I didn't think that his crisp children's voice came out, and the standing spectators around him suddenly burst into laughter.
"Haha, man, man..."
"Haha, children also think that it is a man..."
"Hey, kids don't lie, haha..."
The laughter sounded, the people around them all burst into laughter, as if Xuanyuan Xuan said something funny.
I was listening to Xuan Yuxuan’s red woman who said so, and laughed at this time.
Waving the folding fan in his hand: "What is the little guy's eyes, that's a woman, although it's a bit long... that's awkward, but it's really a woman."
female?
Xuanyuan Xuanhe Xuanyuan Yuyu eyes wide open.
Heaven, the mighty national character face, a pair of thick eyebrows almost have their fingers thick, under the red clothes, can be clearly seen.
That arm, compared to them... No, almost all of them have thick legs at night.
And that waist, Xuanyuan Xuan and Xuanyuan Yu looked at each other and thought for a while before they reached the final conclusion, two nights and nights.
This person, this person is also a man.
Actually a woman, actually a woman.
After Xuan Yuyu hesitated for a long time, he suddenly held his face and turned his head. He snorted and kissed his face.
Then there was a very positive way: "At night, I am very confident about myself. I will never grow up like her."