The Ming Dynasty suffered a lot and nodded violently.

Xu Jiayan didn't say anything, picked up Daming and went home. Daming looked back at her, and Su Zhan made gestures to him, meaning - he dared to tell him about my smoking and broke up with friendship.

*

As soon as he entered the door, Xu Jiayan let go of his hand, went to the refrigerator to pump drinks, opened the pull-up ring, took a sip, and sat leisurely on the sofa to interrogate Daming, "What are you talking about at the door?"

Who is Xu Jiayan? Whether Daming lies or not, he can tell by his own eyes. Daming never dared to lie to him, so he honestly called him: "Talk about you."

Xu Jiayan put his feet on his feet and took a sip slowly, "Oh, what are you talking about?"

Daming thought for a while and said, "Actually, it's nothing. Su Xiaomeier said she is also your fan!"

When she said this, Meng Chen, who had not seen many days, opened the door and came in. He just heard a tail and asked excitedly: "Who is the fan? Who is the fan?"

Daming said: "Su Xiaomeier, she said she is the eldest fan."

Meng Chen immediately glanced at him and said, "Take it down, she wants to pick up our boss!"

Xu Jiayan tilted his head and was lighting a cigarette. When he heard this, the fire broke out. The first time he didn't light it up, but the second time he lit it up. When the spark lit up, he covered the lighter and threw it onto the low table. The metal-like thing made a crisp sound. The man leaned back and spat a mouthful of smoke, saying slowly:

"Have you received the air ticket?"

Meng Chen walked to him and sat down, "It's absolutely. Hey, this competition is so important. Should we take Aken and others to watch more?"

Xu Jiayan dusted the ashes and said, "I don't care about it anymore, let them keep the training and take them in the next game."

"After that's it, the witch next door really wants to fuck you?" Meng Chen said three words back.

Xu Jiayan was bored and was playing with smoke. When he heard this, he sat upright and pressed the cigarette butt in the ashtray. "Can't you block your mouth?"

Meng Chen curled his lips.

*

At night, Su Zhan stood in front of the bed.

There was a long black down jacket on the bed, and a white label was marked on the chest.

She washed the clothes and smeared some perfume she usually used, washed them and dried them. After several times, she finally could smell a little of her smell. It was faint and could not smell it carefully.

Then I picked up my clothes and knocked on the door next door.

Xu Jiayan opened the door very quickly this time. It seemed that he had just finished blowing his head, his hair was soft and soft, leaning against the door casually, and asked her with a comfortable look on his face:

"The power is out again? Calendula?"
Chapter completed!