Chapter 42: Bright day, day, drama

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"..." The beautiful boy's face suddenly froze, and his eyes showed a strange color for the first time. He stared at the amazing monsoon smoke, and lived like a ghost.
The monsoon smoke was successfully greeted by the juvenile's reaction. She was not a regular person. When she was not pressed by her master, she did not know how many things were caused. Nowadays, no one is in charge, naturally it is lawless. .
In addition, the appearance of the beautiful boy just poked the heart of the monsoon smoke, and this is a bit of a psychological burden.
"What? What's wrong?" The monsoon smoke looked at the beautiful boy.
The beautiful young man’s brows were crumpled and knotted. He looked at the monsoon smoke in confusion and wondered what he was thinking.
The monsoon smoke was teased for a while, and he was almost ridiculed by his tangled appearance.
Bullying a beautiful teenager who has been hurt, it seems that it is really not kind...
"This is your medicine, three times a day, one tablet at a time. If there is any need, you can talk to other people on the house. Do you know? Xiaoliuhuo?" The monsoon smoked his hand and smiled, pinching a beautiful boy. White net cheeks.
The beautiful boy is more rigid and straight.
No matter what people are happy or not, the monsoon smoke directly gave people a name, and they sneaked a slap in the air, and they did not wait for the fire to open. The monsoon smoke went straight out with a smile, leaving a sluggish stream of fire sitting. The eyes of the window are stunned.
and……
All the Linghe who saw everything outside the door, when they saw the monsoon smoke coming out of the room, the expression was tangled like eating a fly.
He didn't really see it at the beginning, and the nature of her own lady was so "out of the way"!
At this moment, Ling He couldn't help but have some sympathy.
"Ling brother." The monsoon smoked a glimpse of Linghe.
Ling He was a spirit, almost subconscious, and he said directly: "I have not heard anything!"
"..." The corner of the monsoon smoke is slightly twitching. If there is no silver in this place, would anyone believe it?
"Ling Brother, I ordered a medicinal material before, if someone sent it, you have trouble to arrange it." Jifengyan decided to temporarily ignore Linghe's poor IQ.
Ling He nodded stupidly, and thought about it, "Miss, are you going out?"
The monsoon smoke smiled slightly: "Yeah, go out, some things are outside, I have to get it back."
"What? Do you want to send someone to get it?" Ling Hedao.
The monsoon smoke shook, and the smile on the cheeks was thicker.
"This thing, you can't get it back, and... I have to go with the person to make an account."
Linghe seems to understand and understand, the monsoon smoke does not intend to say anything more, taking the Xiaoqu directly away.
In the room, the raging fire that had been lingering for a long time finally came back to him. He frowned and looked at the petite back that gradually went away, and the eyes were complicated and elusive.
At the same time, Su Shi, who had been squatting for half a day, was taken back to the city by the Thunder, and the gambling stone shop, which was the place where the incident occurred, was closed in advance, and the boss who participated in the whole thing was grievous, and the Thunder looked away before leaving. His eyes made the boss feel a hairy hair.
"Boss, have we closed so early?" The shop's next man shouted as he closed the door.
The boss didn't have a good air: "What do you want to do? What are you waiting for?"