Chapter 1061： Who is unlucky (1) (1/2)

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The more the monsoon smoke is, the more wrong it is. When can the fire be said? Does she have no image at all?

Suddenly, the monsoon smokes his eyes, the anger on his face disappears without a trace, and a sly smile blooms in the corner of her mouth. She walks slowly to the front of the fire, and the white little hands carelessly pass through the fire. The chest, the fingertips if you have nothing to lightly sway.

”Small fire, did anyone tell you that you really are not suitable for calming.”

The fire was a slight glimpse, and the place where her chest was smashed was like a flame burning, leaving a little bit of heat. His hands hanging on his side were secretly clenched as if trying to suppress something, but a blush followed him. The neck is climbing upwards, and a pair of ears are unconsciously red.

”Who taught you to say these words to divert my attention? Gong Zheng Yu? Meng Fusheng? Or ... Ling Big Brother?” The monsoon smoke half-squinting eyes sweeping through the beautiful face of the fire.

There was no expression on the face of the fire, but when the monsoon smoke said the word ”Ling Big Brother”, the bottom of the eye flashed a touch of an imperceptible anomaly.

The monsoon smoke did not miss the subtle eyes of the fire. Immediately, her mouth smirked a bad smile, and the slap of the slap was directly photographed on the chest of the fire, leaving a red-printed palm print.

”I said, when will you be so eloquent, it turns out that Ling Ling is pointing at the back of the mountain, boy, you are more and more courageous.” Monsoon smoked a light smile, grabbed the raging clothes, Push him to the bed!

The eyes of the fire flashed a little strange, and the homeopathic smoke was pushed by the monsoon smoke. A strong and calm face was directly red.

Yesterday, Ling He’s eyes were stunned by the fire and the little wife, and after a round of laps in the city, there was such a ghost idea. As for Ling He’s view, the monsoon smoke and the fire had long since become a drain. My own lady has no further moves, and the fire is a sly character, and everything goes along the monsoon.

Fortunately, Ling He thought for a moment, and prepared to cooperate with the fire to dig a pit for the monsoon smoke.