Everyone saw Yange along Zhu Zhu's eyes, and they all laughed.

Joking friends: "Brothers, have you changed your taste again this time? Like a small bean sprout, the wind blows down as soon as the wind blows, and you are not afraid to toss her apart?"

"So small, isn't this still high school?"

Yan Ge bowed her head and ignored the words of the crowd. She walked over and sat on the empty chair beside Zhu Ye.

Zhu Yan ignored the words of everyone, he continued to play the cards, played two more, shouted to stop playing, let others replace, he stunned his words and walked upstairs.

The crowd laughed behind them and yelled, "Brothers, you can't wait too much, right? Take your time, don't let people get off the rack."

...

There were too many jokes, Zhu Zhu turned his head and shouted, "Dutum shut up, and she didn't look terrified."

Everyone laughed, but did not continue to make fun.

After going up to the second floor, he just turned into the hallway, Zhu Yan snapped and pressed Yange against the wall of the hallway, his hand touched Yange's clothes, and pinched his waist and chest.

Words of Song: ...

What's so special about this old bacon is a bird / beast.

I still want wall sting ...

She was slightly hot from the center of her eyebrows as he approached.

Hold back the urge to press the eyebrow.

She bowed her head, and the frosted eggplant lay in his arms and let him knead.

It turns out that this is really a bird / beast.

Zhushou did not mean wall stings.

He retracted his hand, and pinched Yan Chi's chin to make her look up, and looked at her with a cold face: "Why is it so thin?"

The voice was extremely disgusting.

Yan Ge raised his eyebrows and glances, but his expression was well-behaved: "I was sick."

"What's wrong? Why don't you tell me?"

Yan Ge raised his eyes slightly and glanced at him in surprise.

The look in that look was like asking: Why should I tell you.

"It's alright." She lowered her eyes and said, "It's just that my appetite is still not good, and I'm a bit lost."

Zhus pursed their lips and said nothing.

He took a few steps forward, and when he saw Yan Song staying still, he turned his head and narrowed his eyes.

Yange's busyness followed.

She walked behind him and followed into the room.

The room has a small living room with a large bed and a study.

Yange was looking at the house, and the door behind him was closed by the Zhuan.

He stripped her. "What's wrong?"

"It's a small cold," Yan Ge whispered, "not serious."

She held down his hand: "Mr. Zhu, I, I'm not feeling well. Tonight, can you not touch me?"

Careful voice, like begging.

Zhu Yan raised an eyebrow and sneered: "What kind of fragrant do you think you are?"

He still took off his clothes: "Skinny into such a bone, you can look in the mirror yourself, who can be interested in you."

But the song was still avoiding, he did not want him to take off her clothes: "Mr. Zhu, what are you doing?"

She had very little strength, and even if she tried to dodge, Zhu Yan also peeled off her coat.

The injury on the arm was too bleating and too conspicuous.

Yange tried to hide her arms behind her. The more she did, the more Zhu Zhu didn't give her the chance to avoid it.

He took her arm and placed all the scars on her arm under her eyes: "little cold? Sick?"

The ironic voice was cold like snow.

Yange bowed her head, biting her lip without saying a word.

Seeing her not talking, Zhu Yan sneered: "I called Zhao Gonglei."

Zhao Gonglei is Zhao's father.

Yan Ge saw that he really took out his cell phone to make a call, and rushed to grab the cell phone: "Mr. Zhu, don't."