Chapter 932: 932: Slap, give a sweet date

Jiang Lingzhi leaned forward, hugged his waist, looked up at him, and stared at him with dark eyes.
"I want a kiss."
Her voice was soft and soft, sweet people's heart numb.
For so long, he also knew that little girls didn't like to hug each other in front of others. Her skin was too thin, and her ears would be red when she was shy.
Li Shunan was stunned, and then reacted quickly, suddenly turned around, pushed the little girl against the tree trunk, and leaned down slightly.
"Why are you so active today?"
The clear breath came down from his body, and he smelled inexplicably good.
Jiang Lingzhi blinked his eyes and deliberately pretended to be stupid: "What initiative?"
Li Shunan chuckled lightly, and tuned in, "Slap, give me a sweet date?"
Jiang Ling knew: "..."
She whispered: "When did I slap you?"
Jiang Lingzhi guessed it. He might be talking about the photo on Weibo.
But she was doing business, and she didn't do anything to sorry him.
How can it be considered a slap?
Li Shunan stared at her for a while, his eyes darkened, lowered his head slightly, and directly blocked her lips.
A gentle and delicate kiss.
He withdrew slightly, staring straight at her red lips, and murmured, "I like sweet dates like this."
Jiang Ling grasped his shirt with fingers, and there was an ambiguous water stain on his red lips.
The man stretched out his hand, gently rubbed her lips with his fingertips, then suddenly smirked, leaning to her ear and whispered: "When will you give me another slap?"
Jiang Ling knew: "..."
are you crazy? !
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He said that he would handle it well, and it would definitely be able to handle it.
Jiang Ling knew that he felt so inexplicably.
It feels like her boyfriend can do everything and can help her deal with everything in an orderly manner.
Just believing so inexplicably.
After returning, she didn't log in to Weibo, so she didn't know how things were going.
The usual gossip was sent to her by Shi Lejing and Nie Ying, so she could know a little bit.
Probably because she was afraid of affecting her mood.
They would not deliberately tell her these upsetting words.
So Jiang Lingzhi had a peaceful life, as if nothing happened.
The next day is Thursday.
After eating at noon, Jiang Ling knew that he would go to the dance classroom to practice dance as usual.
When passing the dance classroom for street dance, a person walked out of it.
"Yeah, I haven't seen it for a few days. I thought you retired." Zhou Jiajia walked out from the door, leaning against the wall with her arms around her chest.
Jiang Ling knew that his footsteps had stopped, and he looked at him faintly.
Zhou Jiajia glanced at her up and down, then frowned, and sneered: "Seeing that your Weibo hasn't been moving, why, don't you dare to log in?"
"..."
"Would you like me to read a few words for you? The comments are quite exciting." Zhou Jiajia gloated.
Jiang Lingzhi sneered: "A person like you, the mental hospital dare not accept it."
The girl is wearing a slim base and jeans, a pair of small white shoes, revealing a touch of white ankles, her body is straight and slender, and she looks particularly temperamental because of classical dance.
In addition, her speech was originally light [August One Chinese Network www.81zw.xyz] soft and soft, and everything she said felt particularly nice.
It's just that the contempt between the eyebrows is not concealed.
It took Zhou Jiajia for several seconds to realize that she was scolding herself: "You are sick!"