Chapter 402: Xiaomamei of Zhuma Xiansen (55)

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"It’s really not the Yellow River." Li Sheng shrugged and looked at him with a disdainful look: "No wonder I Ning Qiu finally chose me, not the one who wastes -"
"Li Sheng -" Ji Yan grabbed his lining collar and his eyes were angry.
"Don't fight -" Luo Dust hurriedly pulled him back, frowning and frowning and looking at Li Shengdao: "The game has not yet begun, and no one knows it. Now, you can't be beaten."

Luo Dust simply relied on their two simple conversations, and basically knew the previous festivals of the two.
Well, woman!
"Haha--" Li Sheng took a picture of his suit, and glanced at it with a cold glance. He looked at the season and said: "Yes! Now it is starting to harm the underage girl."
"Look at your appearance, it should be the uncle of the seasons! Thirty-five... ah, it looks like forty."
"You..." Li Sheng, after all, has a very clear mind. Naturally, he can hear the meaning of Luo’s dust. He bit his lip: "I have widened your eyes, and my brother is only twenty-five."
"Hey--" Lolo's dust deliberately looked up and down him, shaking his head and shook his head: "It looks really different."
"you……"
"Oh." She interrupted what he was about to say, and his eyes were cold: "The old achievements of his own blame others for being young, it is really a loss of grace. Of course, I have said twenty times that you are not Adult girls, either you are old or not, you want it -"
She paused and continued: "I look so good!"
As soon as the voice fell, she did not look at Li Sheng’s face at all, and dragged her eyes to the vacant place.
After sitting down, she smiled softly: "How, I am handsome and not handsome!"
"Stunned, is it alright?" Ji Yan looked at her with amazement. "You didn't see Li Sheng's face being blushing. I usually look at your singularity. I didn't expect to pick up people, so powerful."

Luo dusted the corner of the dust, and smiled softly: "So Ning Qiu is..."
"Cough--" Ji Yan scratched his head and looked at his face: "Predecessor."
"Oh--" Luo Dian looked at him with some annoyed and angry face, could not help but smiled and said: "I know, I can hear it."
"Ning Qiu is my childhood sweetheart." For a long time, Ji Yan took a sip of strawberry Ou Lei, half of the impression on the chair, smeared with a layer of time, slowly said: "At that time, I may not understand anything. I like it, Ning Qiu is always by my side, I feel that Ning Qiu should be mine and will always be mine."
When he said the words of childhood, the blue eyes and trembles, like the ice in the heart of the heart like the memory of yesterday, was instantly opened.
Luo did not speak, and picked up the drink in the bag, took a sip, and listened quietly.
"There was a national mathematics competition. I went to Ningqiu and I met Lisheng..."
"you lose?"
"No, I won the game." Ji Yan said with a helpless smile: "But I lost her."
"And then?" Luo smashed his eyes and looked at the followers.
"And then?" Ji Yan smiled casually, his eyes narrowed and said: "Ning Qiuqiu ran with him."
......
The teenager in front of his eyes expounded as if it was an irrelevant thing in life, but from his eyes he could know the loneliness and loneliness in his heart.