Xia Bing sorted out the corners of her skirt and sat down on the sand.?                                                                                                                     �

I thought to myself, I was very curious. Why do talents like you still have the 18th anniversary of the festival? Fuck? Was it? Waiting for me to appear? Otherwise, I would not be able to meet you? Moreover, I ate you with my own will. Is it the first time? Why did he become so polite? Thinking of it, a bad premonition appeared on Xia Bing's face.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Xia Bing asked back. "Actually, what I want to ask is, do you like me? And don't you think it wasn't fate that we met that night?" Ling Jie said with a smile. Then, he rushed into the bathroom and took a shower: "You can help me make up tomorrow, it's getting late." Then, he heard the sound of bumpy water in the bathroom.

"Bastard, who likes you?" Xia Bing said with white eyes. At that moment, he threw a book over. Unfortunately, he did not hit the enemy. At this time, Xia Bing kept reminding herself secretly.

How could I like this stinky man? Moreover, I forced myself to possess myself last night? When I thought of this, Xia Bing was very crazy. She picked up the book and Xia Bing went back to the bedroom to sleep.

As soon as he entered the bathroom, Ling Jie remembered that he had not used the perspective today. Thinking of it, Ling Jie was taking a shower while peeking at Xia Bing's bedroom.

At this moment, guess what Ling Jie saw? I saw Xia Bing was untiing her nightgown, and she was still missing, just sleeping without clothes. Even underwear... Damn, it was more beautiful than I thought. Damn, at least 41 days, why didn’t I show up before?

At that time, strong... that night, Ling Jie didn't watch it carefully. He picked up his gun and didn't have the intention at all. When he saw it today, he realized that it was even more abundant than he had imagined.

Next, Ling Jie took a shower in the bathroom while playing with the plane. He took a shower for more than an hour, which was longer than a woman. Fortunately, the sound insulation in the room was very good, otherwise Xia Bing would definitely hear the sound of playing with the plane. Then, Xia Bing would definitely take out the gun and knock out the noisy plane.

After taking a shower, Ling Jie put on his pajamas and returned to the bedroom. Practicing perspective and iron fist. Because Ling Jie has a certain amount of time to practice martial arts every day. In other words, Ling Jie can only practice every day. Otherwise, the perspective and iron fist he has learned will decline. Until he reaches the fifth level, Ling Jie doesn't have to practice every day.

This is the flaw in the Book of Anti-Tiantian. Moreover, the same is true for Iron Fist. Thinking of this, Ling Jie really wanted to explode the person who created the Book of Anti-Tiantiantian. Damn, don't bully people like this.

However, no matter how tired Ling Jie was, he still had to practice these two moves slowly. As for the other three moves, they were too profound and Ling Jie didn't understand. If he could practice these two to the Great Perfection, Ling Jie was enough to walk sideways here. Until twelve o'clock, Ling Jie stopped his work and prepared to go to bed.

While rolling in the bed, Ling Jie looked at the ceiling. Thinking back to what happened today, he beat Li Yun, the principal wanted to fire him, Ruolan helped to make up for the lessons, Xia Bing's legendary incident just now, etc. Everything was impacting Ling Jie's brain nerves, there were too many things.

What’s abominable is that Xia Bing didn’t allow him to go to Ruolan’s house. He actually boasted about Haikou and helped him make up for his lessons? Thinking of this, Ling Jie was very helpless.
Chapter completed!