Most morning kisses ignore the problem of bad breath without brushing this morning.

If two people really love each other, maybe they can ignore this little flaw, but how can there be true love in Song now, of course, it can't bear it.

Luo Ze had endured for so many years, and finally swallowed his stomach. He was in a very good mood, and the look of Yange looked delicate and cute in his eyes.

He laughed, got up and went to the bathroom, maybe he wanted to wash himself off and have a morning gun with Yange.

Yan Ge glanced at the floor, although the princess dress she wore last night had been torn, but she could barely put it on her body.

This is in Luo Ze's room, Yan Ge opened the door barefoot and left the room.

The host's room was face-to-face with Luo Ze's room, but Yange stopped out of the room.

At the end of the corridor, Lowe's cheap son, Luo Fei, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back facing Yange.

He was smoking, the smoke rising from him, and the sunlight in front of the floor-to-ceiling window reflected him as a black shadow, only those smoke surrounding him.

Yange did not return to his room.

The zipper of the tube top skirt is torn and will fall off at any time. Yan Song can only be used on the edge of the tube top with two hands.

She walked to Luo Fei's side and shouted, "Luo Fei, what are you standing here silently?"

Lofi is the same age as the host.

However, the treatment of the two here in Loze was very different.

Obviously, Luo Fei was born by Luo Ze, but in terms of treatment, it is obvious that the host is more like that.

Because she was petted by Luo Ze from an early age, the host also became a petulent temperament. Even if Luo Fei was older than her, she had never called his brother. He always called his name, and sometimes threatened in private. Luo Fei called her sister to listen.

The noisy temperament of different hosts, Luo Fei has been very cold since childhood, no matter how the host toss or threaten him, he will also ignore.

Hearing Yan Ge's question at this moment, he didn't respond, only turned his head and squinted at Yan Ge.

Seeing Yange's tube top with his chest in his hands, he turned his gaze and turned his head immediately.

"Luo Fei, when did you learn to smoke, be careful I tell my uncle that he will hit you."

Luo Fei didn't respond, but as if raising the bar in silence and words, he took another cigarette.

As a result, she coughed two times because she was too fast, and Yan Ge laughed in a low voice. She tilted her head and held Luo Fei: "Little boy."

The words turned and I wanted to go, and I took two steps as if I remembered something, and then turned to ask Luo Fei: "My birthday was yesterday, did you prepare a birthday present for me?"

Luo Fei turned to look at her.

Then I realized that the zipper on her back was broken, and the smooth and curved back continued to the groin under the waist ...

The gully seemed deep and bottomless, and his eyes fell as if he had fallen into it.

I wanted to avoid, but my eyes were deep, and I didn't look away for a long time.

Yan Ge didn't notice the strangeness of Luo Fei. She had already walked towards her room: "Luo Fei, you must give me a birthday present before this afternoon, otherwise I will tell your uncle about your smoking.

The way she walked was different from the usual three-step jump, with her legs slightly outward, and the scowl in his eyes was gradually replaced by disdain and sarcasm.

It wasn't until she returned to the room that he looked away from her, extinguished the cigarette **** in his hand, put his hands in his pockets, and walked upstairs.