Chapter 190： Give me a spit (3) (1/2)

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”Small nine, the text is not necessary, right?” The season brown always felt that the monsoon smoke suddenly became a good talk, and it was not as aggressive as when he took out the books.

I don't know if it is an illusion.

The monsoon smoke smiled and said: ”I naturally believe that the uncle is a man, and will not repent with a younger generation like me. This is just to prove the uncle's justice.”

The monsoon smoke has given the season a big hat, and the quarter emirate does not write is the meaning of remorse. If you really don't want to write, you have to write it!

The quarter of the emirate sullenly filled a face, wrote a letter and the monsoon smoke, the monsoon smoked the pick up, smiled in the pocket.

“Is there any other problem?”

”Nothing.” The monsoon smoke smiles extraordinarily bright.

The quarter emirate was so badly smothered by her dazzling smile that she took a deep breath: ”Then you will retreat first.”

The monsoon smoked nod and turned and walked toward the door.

When I arrived at the door, the monsoon turned to look at the season brown that was packing the books, and smiled and said: ”Second.”

”Ah?” The brown back of the season is subconscious.

”Forgot to tell you, these books are rubbed. I originally placed them in Ling.” After that, I didn’t wait for the season brown to react, and the monsoon smoked a little song with a white swaying from the family. Going out of sight.