"Er..." He was stunned. The comic book slipped from his fingers and opened the page to reveal the ugly dirty picture inside

Silence

Dead silence

Su Xiaomo is as sad as a martyr. He holds the teapot in his hand, hoping it's dynamite. He Jia directly blows up the blockhouse!

NO.... This is the only idea in her heart.

Seeing this, an Xiaxia looked up to the sky and helped his forehead: "well, I'm a little uncomfortable Go to the bedroom to sleep... " When are you going to stay if you don't slip!

Seeing an Xiaxia slip away, Su Xiaomo opens his mouth and feels speechless.

He Jia picked up the book with indifference and praised: "it's a good painting."

"How do you know I did it?" As soon as Su Xiaomo asked for the exit, he wanted to slap himself!

Don't you think it's a no brainer!

"Cough No, no, no, I didn't draw it. I bought it Bah, I borrowed it for study. Do you understand it? This is not a dirty thing. This is This is the year of art! " Su Xiaomo is cheeky and cheeky. His pretty face is getting redder and redder. His head is almost ashamed to smoke.

She's a woman. Yes, she's rough and violent in her life. But when the boy you like sees her paintings are decadent, she'll be shy!

He Jia smiles and moves away from the topic: "are you the only one living at home?"

His smile seemed to cure everything, and unconsciously pacified Su Xiaomo's mood. She answered vaguely, poured a glass of water for He Jia, and waited for him to finish drinking.

Maybe her sight is too hot and ardent, and she is a little uneasy to infect people like he Jiayu: "don't look at me like this."

Su Xiaomo brushed, his face reddened again. He smiled a few times and touched his mobile phone: "big brother, you drink, I'll hit the furnace stone first."

"You are a girl who still plays hand games." He Jia comes to see her play the game, and Su Xiaomo's cell phone shakes twice, prompting to receive a text message.

Click open, it's silence again.

Sender: Sheng Yize.

Content: the photo you want.

This is a picture of he Jiayu at the seaside, wearing a swimsuit, with a good figure at a glance, which is equivalent to a picture

Poof -

embarrassed! Embarrassment in capital!

When do you have a bad hair? It's just this time!

She swallowed and racked her brains for an explanation.

He Jiayu is silent and looks at Su Xiaomo more deeply.

Su Xiaomo had a flash of inspiration in his head and took a picture of his lower thigh: "I want to tell you, young boy, I just want to see what the boy's abdominal muscles look like. Then Sheng Yize is willing to help others to send me a picture. Well, that's it. Oh, you see how handsome your face is, and the abdominal muscles, the mermaid line, it must feel good..."

"May I speak?" He Jia asked gently. Su Xiaomo was a little confused. He nodded at the moment and saw him cough: "first, what you just clapped was my thigh Keke, Su, your strength is the same as before It's hard to say... "

Su Xiaomo spits blood and dies. Ah, what a shame!

"Second, if you want to touch it, you can do it now." He calmly said, lifting up his shirt, revealing a thin waist and abdomen, abdominal muscles and Mermaid line are looming.

Su Xiaomo:

Beauty current, touch? Still don't touch?!