Ji huaichu pursed his lips and scratched a line of words.

I'm glad to hear that.

It says: I don't want to show it to others. I just want to show it to you.

Ji huaichu's expression now must be sulky.

Her fans also want to eat vinegar. She is not jealous.

Yunpan thinks about it for a while, and thinks of a way that should make Ji huaichu happy, and sends out a sentence: then I'll show off my boyfriend to your fans, OK?

Ji huaichu's eyes only stare at the boy friend these three words.

The smile on the corners of the lips is getting deeper and deeper, and the beautiful eyes are also covered with a layer of obscure dark light.

Not enough. Boyfriends alone are not enough.

He wants more privileges.

But in this situation, these three words are enough to please him.

Even if he knows that the other party is just to make him happy, he is still happy.

This time, instead of typing, he chose to use voice.

Cloud Pan Pan look at his voice, click to listen.

The voice is very short, but one second, accompanied by a slight rustle, and a sound of Ji huaichu.

It's not very special, but it seems that I can feel the mood of Ji huaichu.

Yunpan appreciated Ji huaichu's hand and sent out the pictures.

Lemon: the photo [picture]

her microblog is not directly set as a special concern by some fans. In other words, some fans just squat in the microblog to see if she can post it or not.

When the microblog really came out, there were a lot of comments in just a few seconds.

Ji huaichu's fingers are clear-cut, white and slender. When shooting, they should be facing the light of the room, so they bring their own filters and beauty effects. Just one hand is enough to make people imagine.

Fans are like a drop of water into the boiling oil pan, all boiling.

In recent years, apart from the sound, they knew nothing about male gods. Now they can see hands from others. It's a pity.

This has strengthened their determination to make the powder cloud widespread.

Follow my little sister and have meat!

However, I envy my little sister. If you want to take a picture of a male god, he will do it.

Yunpan read the comments and wanted to share his joy with Ji huaichu.

Also disrelish typing too troublesome, simply made a QQ phone call in the past.

Ji huaichu was still a little happy at first. When she received it, she felt something was wrong. She should not want to chat with herself, but mostly because of the photo, that is, for the fans.

Joy a little less, sure enough, a then, she heard the other end of her very excited to say: "they are praising your hand good-looking."

Ji huaichu: "yes."

"It seems that they really like you."

Ji huaichu: "yes."

The main thing is whether she likes it or not.

Listening to her plan to continue to say, Ji huaichu quickly interrupted her: "what about you? Do you like it? "

The cloud said naturally: "like ah, as long as it is you, like it."

That's enough.

Ji huaichu suddenly got up and opened the door very gently.

There was a big talk between Ji huaichu and yunpan. As they chatted, they felt Ji huaichu's breathing more and more heavy, as if they were doing something, but she couldn't hear any sound.

Ask him doubtfully: "what are you doing?"

Ji huaichu there is no sound.

For example, Ji huaichu suddenly felt sick when he was chatting, and now he fainted.

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