With the midsummer atmosphere, the wind blows through the screen window into the bedroom. The fresh skin that has just passed through the cold skin still has a moist and moist, and the breeze passes, making it refreshing. Wang Zhuo stood in front of the window and cooled a bit. It was not enough. He took off his shirt on the back of his chair and opened his arms with arms wide open.

He Yan, who was bent over to clean up the washing utensils, always stood up and saw Wang Zhuo’s fine body standing in front of the window. He was still stupid. He rushed across the opposite side of the bedroom building, and he waved his voice. High school seniors! How are you!"

He rubbed his lips and walked over and put the curtains blankly.

The white curtains were stirred up by the wind, and they still couldn’t cover anything. However, Wang Zhuo was not clear, but he was happily taking off his pajamas and said to him: "This little wind is really cool, you are not hot. Still wearing trousers, anti-human?"

He Yan’s gaze swept from Wang Zhuo’s waist without a little bit of flesh to the purple **** below. Wang Zhuo was white and was lining up with this fresh color, which made his skin whiter.

Wang Zhuo has seven underwears, red orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, one color a day... Life is particularly regular.

He Wei stared at Wang Zhuo very hard, and then he reached out and couldn't help but reach out and help Wang Zhuo put the half-length pants down!

Wang Zhuo stunned a moment: "...you are scared to death in the trough."

He Wei: "How do you scare you?"

Wang Zhuo took a chest: "I thought you wanted the monkey to steal the peach!"

He Wei: "..."

Is it still time to steal it?

"It’s not so clean and not afraid to catch cold," he said, dragging the shirtless Wang Zhu away from the window and pressing the road to the desk. "When you do your homework, you have not finished writing two subjects."

Wang Zhuo opened the workbook and lazily squatted at the desk. He headed his shoulders and said: "This little wind blows me up, and I don't want to learn."

He Yan also opened his own workbook, thinking that my mother would not want to learn.

Wang Zhuo straightened up and made two questions, and slammed it to He Yan over there. The upper body was lazily sticky to He Wei and said: "Daily, I want to eat ice cream."

He Yan’s eyelashes trembled invisibly: “I have eaten a few roots during the day, eat it after class, and don’t want to have a stomach?”

Wang Zhuo smiled and spoke with no psychological burden: "Dear."

Wang Zhuo's five officials are also good, that is, the face looks very skinny, not laughing, but it looks more like a slap in the face, a bad stomach.

He did not speak or move, as if he had to listen more.

Wang Zhuo raised his hand and hooked on the neck of He Wei. He sighed badly at his ear, and said with a delicate voice that could kill the dead: "Hey, baby, be careful of the liver, go downstairs and help me buy three ice cream, strawberry flavor. And Tiramisu tastes OK, I still have two subjects to work, you will be a subject, help me run a leg at night I will give you a back-shoulder."

He rubbed his lips and curled up, and got up and said: "One, more stomachache."

Wang Zhuo: "Three, dear."

He Wei: "Two, dear."

Wang Zhuchong threw a kiss: "Three, dear, what?"

He Wei was silent for a moment: "... I can't wait for you in trouble."

Finished, go down the stairs and go to Wang Zhuo to buy ice cream.

Wang Zhuomei turned back to do the problem and felt that he was really bargaining and eloquent!

Five minutes later, He Wei came up and threw Wang Zhuo three ice creams. When Wang Zhuozheng concentrated on his hard work, he picked up a piece of unpacked and went to Wang Zhuo’s lips to make a kiss with the brown ice cream. Wang Zhuo's lips. Wang Zhuo's thin lips and lip shape are also relatively angular. They seem to have a chilly feeling, but when they are touched by something, they reveal the soft nature of the petals...

Wang Zhuo had a mouth and wanted to eat the ice cream that was sent to his mouth. He did not succumb to the evil hand, and then poked Wang Zhuo’s lips with the ice cream.

Wang Zhuo: "..."

He Wei: "..."

Wang Zhuole: "Is it idle?"

He sighed: "No." After that, put the ice cream into Wang Zhuo's hand and bowed his head.

Wang Zhuo took the ice cream in his left hand and ate one by one, and his right hand happily wrote his homework.

At ten o'clock, Wang Zhuo finished his work, and at this time He Wei was already lying in bed and reading the novel with an e-reader.

Wang Zhuo took the homework together and jumped lively to the bed, and opened his legs to He.

He Wei shrunk uncomfortably: "What are you doing?"

Wang Zhuo showed a sign smirk: "Give you back and shoulder, the emperor."

"Okay, come on." He Yan hurriedly turned over and became lying, as if he wanted to cover up anything!

Wang Zhuo’s **** was riding on He’s buttocks, his hands were pinched on He’s shoulders, and he was pinched up like a decent, pinched and squatted, so drumming for a while, Wang Zhuo stretched his neck to see He’s reading. And asked: "What novels are you looking at, is it fun?"

He Wei actually didn't turn the page for a while, and he licked his lips and said, "It's good, terrible."

Wang Zhuo came to the end: "I love watching horror, what do you say?"

He Wei: "Pen Xian."

Wang Zhuo: "That's not interesting. There are too many pens."

He Wei retired to the details interface of this novel, and looked at the words "gentle loyalty dog ​​attack X teasing than lack of heart" in the novel introduction. When the mind was slightly active, he sold Wang Lu to Wang Zhuo: "But this The article is well written, and the pen fairy is an introduction, and the other is the other ghosts." Seeing Wang Zhuo seems to be interested, He Yan will simply tell the story to Wang Zhuo.

"Listening is very interesting." Wang Zhuo took two slaps on He's back and said, "The massage is over... When did you watch me borrowing this time?"

He Wei promised to be happy: "Good."

Wang Zhuo turned down from He Wei, his **** moved to the bed, and his back was against the wall to play with his mobile phone. After playing for a while, Wang Zhuo was cold and asked: "Hey, have you played pens?"

He Wei actually played it, but when Wang Zhu asked this question, he shook his head: "I haven’t played, you want to play?"

Saying, his eyes swept over Wang Zhuo's white and thin hands. The hand was slightly hard, and there were several thin bones on the back of the hand. It was very beautiful.

"That's a try? I haven't played it yet." Wang Zhuo's eyes are like a child.

He Weiwan: "Okay."

After that, He Yan turned out the white paper and the pen, and prepared for the pen to read the pen before the study table. First, write down the characters of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties on the paper, and write down whether it is, men, women, Arabic numerals and 26 English. The letters... are very proficient at first glance!

Wang Zhuoyu asked: "Have you played?"

He stunned for a moment: "No... This is not what I just read in the novel."

Wang Zhuo accepted this explanation.

The paper was written, and the two men clasped a pen in their hands, all of them were excited, but the points of excitement may not be the same.

Wang Zhuo read the words and pens, and He was absent-minded, and wholeheartedly felt the part of his skin that was attached to Wang Zhuo. He didn’t believe in these things. He felt that when the two people played the pen, the pen would “move”. It should be because the power of the two people is different, and the pen is actually driven by the person who is relatively strong in the state of inadvertently...

He Wei was thinking, the pen in their hands suddenly moved a little.

The author has something to say: Guess what is attached to the pen, hahahahahahaha!

a ghost associated with Wang Zhuo’s character 2333

Can guess, count me to lose!