Because of inertia, the girl subconsciously hugged each other's waist and buried her face in her arms. Nose tip, but also smell a faint cedar breath.

She couldn't help blinking her eyes and pursing her lips.

I just feel this breath, a little familiar.

she smelled as like as two peas in a teenager.

But the other person won't be here.

Su porcelain drooping eyes, soft voice soft gas said a thank you, then bowed to take luggage.

While the girl turned around, the visitor reached out and took hold of her arm.

The money jar, with its head tilted slightly, looked at it in a confused way.

The youth stands in place, slightly droops the eye, drags the voice, lazy way: "good Qiao."

She stares at people without blinking and purses her lips.

Jianglou looks at people and doesn't speak.

The girl raised her face slightly, looked at the hand that held her, and said seriously: "how clever, Jiang."

The boy was about to be laughed at.

Lip angle slightly hook, but no radian.

Classmate?

Isn't that a classmate?

As soon as Jiang Lou thought of that sentence, it didn't matter, and his heart would pull out the cool. He would rather have nothing to say than this one.

It's not that I didn't think about it. I just blocked people in the campus.

And then I'll just kiss it.

Ask, little glutinous rice, do you like me?

I seem to like you a little bit.

But Jiang Lou dare not, say it may be laughed at. A middle school bully, carrying the handle, is called Lou elder brother's youth, will also have the time to shrink his head and feet.

All the kisses have been made a mess of his heart.

It doesn't matter if you have to say it.

Jiang Lou is staring at a girl. Isn't he mean? Still catching up.

But what can be done.

Isn't man his little ancestor?

Jiang Lou sighed, bent down, stretched out his hand, pulled the luggage over, and said, "how many cars are there?"

See the girl looking at him.

Jianglou micro pick eyebrow: "are you sure you can squeeze up?"

Su porcelain couldn't help but lift up her small face and looked at the dense crowd. It was a bit terrifying. The station was full of people. She shook her little hand and said thank you.

The crowd is crowded, the boy with luggage, one hand holding people, crowded up.

The flow of people is surging.

Su porcelain was squeezed into a small breath, and her face was a little red.

Behind the crowd crowded up, but also mixed from different places of swearing, there are people on the phone, is a child's crying.

Su porcelain felt that her hands couldn't open space.

People in the back are still crowded.

Jiang Lou looks down at the person, the little girl's soft face is pink and tender, and her eyes are wet, soft and beautiful under her long and curly eyelashes.

The other hand, directly brought the man to his arms.

Su porcelain can not prevent, can only stretch out a small hand, tightly grasp people's clothes, cheek some hot.

I didn't feel much better when I went to the workshop.

Soviet porcelain only won the hard seat, the environment is relatively poor.

She sat in her seat, her scarf was a little scattered and her hat was a little crooked.

Jiang Lou looks down and reaches out his hand to put on his hat for others.

Su porcelain raised her face and said thank you in a soft voice. Seeing that Jiang Lou didn't mean to go out, she couldn't help but remind her to leave

Jiang Lou said.

Money, a little confused.

Jiang Lou said without changing his face: "I also take the train, otherwise you think?"

Su porcelain blinked her eyes and said, "Oh."

The little girl was staring at herself.

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