I stick with the villain to extend my life

Wen Xiling has indeed lacked exercise recently.

I am ambushing Wen Heng every day, so how can I have so much time to do abdominal curls and sit-ups?

Unexpectedly, the first person who was dissatisfied was actually shy!

Wen Xiling narrowed his eyes, dropped the brush in his hand, turned around and went to the secret room again.

He sighed. Gu Mingzhu and Wen Heng, who had obviously been caught, actually cheated to death!

The golden cicada escaped from its shell and ran away again!

Wen Xiling even felt that he was not living in the real world at all, but instead living in a novel written by a young author whose mind was full of messy things!

Can he still get rid of this reborn monster Gu Mingzhu?

If Wen Heng ran out, he would definitely gather all his remaining strength to attack him, so he had to calm down.

The most important thing now is to protect your shyness.

It would be okay if she really was a wealthy lady.

But she is shy and has to go to school, dance, and participate in the talent show. The college entrance examination is about to take place. She still stays up every night to discuss Wen Dongzi's treatment plan with foreign medical doctors. Protecting her really requires too much energy.

I'm afraid that Wen Heng will only take action in the past two days.

Difficult!

*

In the evening, I came home from school shyly. After seeing Wen Dongzi's condition, I started looking for Wen Xiling everywhere.

I checked every room in the villa and didn't find him. He was probably plotting again behind the scenes.

She was holding two ripe strawberries in her hand, and she just stuffed a mouthful into her mouth. Her cherry-like mouth was so round that she couldn't even close it.

On the one hand, it is supported by strawberries, on the other hand——

I saw it...

Wen Xiling stopped painting bird feathers at night! !

He took off his shirt and was masturbating!

Those muscles, those lines, that explosive power, that visual impact!

Absolutely!

He took two steps back shyly, his eyes widened like copper bells, and he watched a drop of sweat from his forehead roll down his handsome face like a knife and an axe, and fell into the black I-shaped vest.

"Boom"!

I felt so embarrassed that my brain was about to explode! !

This guy is extremely muscular and powerful!

Wen Xiling finished a set of training with an expressionless face, drank half a bottle of mineral water, walked over, raised his eyebrows slightly at Xian,

"What about this time?"

"What, what, what this time?" he asked shyly.

"Are you still fat?"

I swallowed shyly, what a fat ass!The body fat rate that is almost the limit of human beings is now displayed on the machine!

Wen Xiling quickly shook his head shyly, and then he said slowly,

"Is your wife satisfied?"

He nodded crazily and shyly, his face turning red as he nodded.

"Want to touch it and verify it?"

Ah, this proposal!

Why bother!

If you are shy in the middle of the night, you will naturally touch him while he is asleep!

Shaking his head shyly, he stepped forward and stepped over, his body like copper skin and iron bones pressed against her soft body,

"you are welcome."

Being too close, the smell of sweat was full of hormones. He felt like he was going to erupt into a volcano. A warm and wet current covered his face. He was so shy that he almost cried.

"Boss! Spare me!!"

"I'll kneel on the durian for you!" He admitted defeat shyly.

"I have a nosebleed..."

She cried out shyly and aggrievedly. He, who was always gentle, turned a blind eye and rubbed the wet water stains on her face with his fingers.

"Tsk, it's sweet."

He let go of me shyly, and when I took the photo in the bathroom, I realized that it wasn't a nosebleed at all, but the juice in my mouth was just bitten out of the strawberry.

This bad guy!

Wen Xiling's idea of ​​keeping shyness by her body failed in the end.

Early the next morning, he ran faster than a rabbit.

Huang Mao hid next to him, kowtow for half a night, and could only sigh slightly,

"Hey, the girl is still young. I don't know how good a strong man is, but she didn't take advantage of the situation and fall in love with the boss. Tsk, what a pity..."

"What are you drawing?" Wen Xiling's faint question almost frightened Huang Mao so much that he almost left his body!

Huang Mao, a CP-loving general, creates with his soul every day and has already collected an entire comic book collection.

Wen Xiling flipped through it twice and found that it was dirty and yellow, even beyond his imagination!

With a "stab" sound, Wen Xiling tore it up, and the shredded paper was scattered all over his face.

"Get out!" Wen Xiling scolded him.

Huang Mao rolled so fast, almost at the speed of the Olympic Games!

This precious thing can't be lived without for a day, it's like mental opium. Fortunately, he still has some stock in his computer, so he quickly prints two sets to avoid having to tear them apart again.

She returned to school shyly and started studying hard. The exam was coming in two days and she couldn't waste even a minute.

Although Wen Xiling wasted a little time last night, but...

Inexplicably, she felt that her brain was working well today.

Doing math problems is like having divine help!

The exam is coming soon. This is a preparatory class run by Beijing University. Most of them are elites. Some students have already started to get pre-admission notices from the university.

Gu Yangzhou had recently been responsible for his shy studies, but his grades had soared, and he was directly admitted to the School of Management in advance.

Looking shyly at my brother's excited eyes, I felt happy for him, but also felt a little sour in my heart for no reason...

Hey!

Her current wooden head must have been beaten to pieces by Wen Xiling before she could barely pass the exam.

Just when I was about to brush two more sets of papers, I was shy but was called out by the teacher.

In the office, three old professor-level teachers were sitting and drinking warm water. The three teachers were shy and did not recognize them, but she recognized the one next to her who was wearing sunglasses and had a particularly elegant temperament. This was not...

People's Singer, Teacher Ling Fei has appeared on the Spring Festival Gala stage for 20 consecutive years.

"Classmate Xian Xian," Xian Xian didn't expect that Teacher Ling Fei would be the first to take the initiative to talk to her. The old artist smiled kindly and said,

"Do you want to learn to sing?"

"You are..." He hesitated shyly.

"We are here on behalf of Jingyin University this time. Your Dantian voice and voice are in very good condition, and you can produce sounds at the same time. We think you are a very malleable talent. Are you willing to come to us to learn singing?"

Sing?

"But, it's my cultural class?"

"It's okay, as long as you pass the basic line, shyly, we think your singing potential is very good. Are you willing to take our independent admissions exam?"

No way!

Can she really rely on ventriloquism to go to Jingyin University?

Being shy is simply flattering,

"Okay, okay, when are you going? I'll get ready right now!"

"Just tomorrow -" Ling Fei was about to speak when the door to the office was pushed open by the vice principal.

"and many more!!!"

The vice-principal also rushed into the office with three people who looked like old experts and stood beside Xian Xian.

"Let you take a singing exam?"

Nodding shyly and excitedly.

The person behind the vice-principal breathed a long sigh of relief and stood in front of Xian Xian,

"No, what grade do you need to take the exam? Come to our Jingwu! Admission without exam!"