At Ma Yafang for calling Yan Lang, he casually withdrew his eyes and took Lin Xiaoxiao’s hand for a second.
"It's really not very good-looking." Lin Xiaoxiao looked at her chest in disgust and collapsed to the ground, like a pool of mud. She took Yan Lang less to see Zhang Yunuo. At this time, Zhang Yunuo held her chest and her clothes were still wet, but her expression eased a lot. Fortunately, it's nothing if the hot clothes are not changed for the time being. "Is there anything wrong with Nuo Nuo?" Lin Xiaoxiao squatted anxiously and looked at Zhang Yunuo. Zhang Yunuo smiled gratefully. "I'm fine, thank you." "What a silly girl!" Lin Xiaoxiao raised my hand and gently dialed Zhang Yunuo's stick to her face and noticed that she had been clutching her chest. "What happened to her chest?" "nothing" "Nothing, nothing. Just now, the man came…