Chapter 62:

Jing Huan blinked and looked at the two lines of words on the phone screen.
The tone is fierce, and there are still some unrequited faces.
Looking at it, his mouth suddenly tilted up, followed by a growing arc, and finally laughed.
In twelve minutes, I only took out this word? ?
Jing joyfully picked up the phone, bent his index finger, and knocked on the avatar of the heart.
Slag male, male.
Just if you don’t have a little bit of fluctuation in your heart, Lao Tzu is with your surname.
Although Jing Huan did not talk about love, but also saw pigs running.
Lu Wenhao often used this in his bedroom. He held the phone nervously and asked: "Oh, how can I return this sentence!"
After a few minutes of entanglement, I replied to his wife with a look of idiot: "Oh, I know."
Jing Huan found that the longer he had passed, the more he felt that Lu Wenhao was cheated.
Return to Huai, return the chicken feet to the coffee table next to the mahjong table.
"Thank you to the baby, how is it so slow." Not to forget to give his son a wink when playing cards with his mother.
In the moment of Huai, I thought of Jing Huan wearing a suit and blinking at him.
The boys’ eyes are free of impurities, clean and beautiful, and the body is elegant and calm. The girls in the audience seem to be watching him.
Retiring thoughts from Huai, "low", and after greeting the mother's sisters, turned back to their room.
When the door was closed, he immediately became the center of the topic on the mahjong table.
"I haven't seen you for a while, the longer the little one is, the more handsome it is. It is genetically inherited."
"Yeah, the size is also high, and the study is good. My family needs to be small and half good. I don't know how much I can save."
Give your mother a cup of tea and shake your head slowly: "What is the use of handsome, so big a peach is not there, I really envy you, can feel the fun of catching a child's early love."
Returning to Huai’s room, changing clothes and lying on the bed.
He had just stood on the road for ten minutes, and the cold autumn night was so cold that his fingers were still cold.
The phone shook a bit, and he lifted his phone to reach his face.
Xiaojing: Oh...
Xiaojing: In the future, I will never mess with a man other than my brother. My brother should not be fierce.
With an eyebrow on Huai, his expression is subtle.
He just admitted almost.
At that time, looking at the word "yes" in the input box, he himself licked, and then deleted his lips.
Something is out of control, he can feel it.
The Huaizhi is out of the air, and the phone slams twice.
Xiaojing: When my brother is alive, I am a brother.
Xiaojing: After my brother died, I am the little widow of my brother (≧≦)o
To Huaizhi: "..."
The original words don't seem to be like this.
He twisted his eyebrows a little, and he didn't understand the boys who seemed to be quite serious in normal times.
To: I am not murdering you.
To: Do ​​you usually speak this in reality?
Xiaojing: How is it possible! ! !
Xiaojing: No matter where I am, I only talk to my brother alone. =3=
to:……
To: Very late, sleep.
Xiaojing: Just nine o'clock, my brother, have we slept?>2k novel reading network