Dog rolls after divorce

In the first half, Qinghe was indeed drunk.

Previously, when she moved out of Fanchuan's house and got along with the dog Makiji in Tokyo, Qinghe quickly fell in love with——

modern mobile phone.

She asked for answers in every possible way to no avail, so she thought of her omnipotent mobile phone, with a half-removed painted face, rummaging through boxes and cabinets. Although Goujuanji was young, he was already a seasoned magician. The young man who subdued Qinghe didn't dare to move in the face of his noisy wife, for fear of breaking her and melting her.

She is like a snowflake falling into the palm of my hand.

It looks cold, but it melts when the body temperature touches it.

Qinghe couldn't find his mobile phone. He was afraid that drunks would cause trouble and broke his mobile phone, so he had already put it on the refrigerator. Well, both he and Qinghe had to tiptoe to reach the refrigerator.

Qinghe searched endlessly, looked around with a pair of drunken eyes, and finally locked on to him.

Gou Juanji was glad that the other party’s gaze finally fell back on him, and quickly seized the opportunity, like a shit shovel officer who catches a cat and cuts its nails, cut a little this time, the cat ran away, caught it again after 2 minutes, and cut it a little more, The same is true for him to remove makeup for Qinghe, whenever he is free.

However, this time, Qinghe didn't keep asking, but grabbed the dog's chin, getting closer and closer.

The hot towel was stuck to her face and did not move, and the dog curled up heard his heart beating against his ribs, as if he was about to jump out for Qinghe to see in the next moment.

Because Qinghe approached slowly, the remaining makeup was also wiped off by the still hot towel, leaving a trail of pastels on her face.

A little embarrassed, more cute.No poop shoveler would dislike a cat that fell into the sewage.

Then Qinghe stopped moving.The dog's heartbeat also stagnated, and the drunk's breath sprinkled on his neck, with the aroma of fruit wine.

I really don't like drinking, but seeing Maki is happier than seeing him, and I can't stop drinking.Gou Juanji felt a burst of pressure from the lower left side of his jaw, and it was Qinghe who kept exerting strength to press his snake-eye curse pattern.

Dog curly thorn:?

The distance was so close that he could hear the drunk muttering to himself.

"Why can't the fingerprints match?"

Dog curly spine: ...

It's scary to be right.

It turned out that his curse pattern was used as the HOME button.Gou Juanji smiled helplessly, and her heartbeat returned to normal. When Qing He's stubborn temper came up and he was fighting endlessly with his snake-eyed curse pattern, he quickly wiped the remaining half of her face. It's not hot anymore.

Although Qinghe was drunk, he still had a bit of wit. He fought with the snake-eyed curse pattern on the left for a long time without any results, so he turned to the right.

Dog Curly Thorn: "..."

Even if it is a conjurer, his cheeks will be sore.

But as soon as his hand passed through Qinghe's armpit, and when he wanted to pull her away, Qinghe let out a whimper, which frightened the dog so much that it didn't dare to move again.

If there is no result, she will give up.The dog Curly Thorn thought.

Giving up is giving up, and Qinghe found a third way, and convinced herself: "The left side is wrong, the right side is wrong, it's in the middle! By the way...the phone is unlocked...it's in the middle!"

Qinghe began to pluck the dog's curled lips.

"Dried bonito! Dried bonito!"

Physically not weaker than a panda, the slender-looking young man known as a melee orangutan, as if he had been immobilized, had nowhere to escape in the net woven by Qinghe's soft palms.

Even a conjurer with outstanding physical skills and smooth muscles has soft lips.

Even a spellcaster who uses the spirit of words as his weapon, whose every word is full of magic power, has soft lips.

It was completely defeated by an opponent whose master could put it down with one word or one hand, and could only be pulled, kneaded, and explored by Qing He.

Don't put your hands in, don't put your hands in... Gou Juanji prayed secretly, but he seemed to forget that just saying "sleep" would put Qing He, who was constantly noisy, to sleep and let him play with him.

His wish went unanswered.

In other words, the secret desire in his heart was answered.

Qinghe stuck his fingers in and pulled out the soft weapon he relied on to speak cruel words.

"Here!" she exclaimed, "There's one in the middle!"

She pressed down on the circular pattern, but couldn't pull her finger back.

Because the dog curly thorn has closed its lips, holding it.

I told you not to put your hands in it.

First the fingers, then the wrist, from the inside of the arm all the way to the shoulder, climb up to the neck, go around the ear, turn to the collarbone, and then go down from another path.

The third incantation pattern of the dog curly thorn, which is almost invisible to the sky, is drawn one by one by this method.

In the first half, Qinghe was really drunk.But in the second half, when she grabbed the third curse pattern, the young man's violent and crazy heartbeat woke her up.She also had to bite the bullet and pretend to be drunk.

I had to get drunk afterwards.

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The author has something to say:

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I still have a lot of Prey, the dog curly thorn is really good, thorn slip

Let's see the rich woman with the curse pattern of the dog curly thorn together

感谢在2021-03-0320:58:25~2021-03-0423:59:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of watermelon and mango;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!