Counter Attack

On the way back, Chi Yu was stunned on Wu’s head, and the hair that was not neat enough was stirred like a chicken coop. Wu Zhiwei turned his head and yelled at the pool, and then irritated his hand and grabbed it.

"The haircut," Chi said.

Wu was afraid to nod. "After a busy time, I went to the whole hairstyle."

"What kind of thing do you want to make?"

Wu Zuowei pondered a bit, the idea is quite a lot, but also want to deal with a second division, but also want to dye a maroon, but also want to grab a texture, the idea is very cool, the reality is cruel. People in the pool have long said that you have to go! What do you want to come back, I will shave you, make you smelly!

The night wind is very cool, and it’s quick to set it up... Wu is afraid, and the summer is finally over.

It’s been a year since I broke up.

She still struggled to retain it a year ago, but after a year she was jealous with her current boyfriend.

This world is crazy!

I was thinking, Chi Hao’s cell phone rang.

Who is it so late? It must be the goddess of the goddess who is alone in the vacancy!

Lonely, fragile, and begged the pool to go back to accompany her.

Wu Zuowei didn't know if he was used to it. The tactics had been adjusted. Hearing Yue Yue was worried about it, there was still an impulse to burst the phone. Fortunately, the pool hanged the phone very quickly, and Wu Zhiwei barely stabilized the situation within a limited time.

This time, Wu Zhiwei said first, without waiting for the opening of the pool.

"Hurry and go back."

A little bit insincere, a little bit of love, but it is by no means false.

The eyes of the pool were dark and deep, and the palm of the hand clasped the back of Wu's head. He vigorously gathered himself in front of him. The hard brow bones were against the head of Wu Zhiwei, and the tobacco smell in his mouth rushed into Wu's fear.

"What let me go?"

Wu Zuowei felt that it was not his own, but the hero of a certain drama. Because the play is too deep, the expression is not disguised, and the hand is coming.

"Don't forget, you still have a group of snakes in your dad."

The four eyes are handed over, the lusts are in the dark, and the mood is overwhelming.

Chi Yu’s hand hangs beside Wu’s hand, and the hair is smeared with sweat. As long as the wrist turns, he can easily come over and hold it as he did. I really want to have a good time again, and once again, let the woman hide from the bed.

In the end, I still have to endure.

Instead of letting her cry once, it is better to let her cry for a lifetime.

Wu Zhiwei's hand was pulled away from the hand of Chisui, barely squeezed a smile, and patted his shoulder and said cheerfully: "Come on, you can't take a bath and change clothes, you still have a lot of work to do." Ok, I have to go to bed early."

Chi Yu suddenly caught Wu’s waist and was full of energy.

Wu was afraid to poke his chest with his elbows and roared. "You have time to spend with me. You have no time to spend with you!"

After that, he pushed the pool open and hated to walk toward the clinic door. The soles of the shoes were ground with a spark, and the fists screamed. Grit your teeth and bite your teeth! Let's get started, you don't roll anymore, I should be mad!

I’m really gone...

When Wu Zuowei took a shower, he heard the outside door ringing and the heart leaped a few times. Will not come back again? Don't come back! Otherwise, it will work hard!

Standing barefoot on the floor of the bathroom, listening nervously to the outside.

After the pool went out to the bathroom, he glanced at the bathroom. Wu’s stiff and immobile figure reflected on the door panel, and the facial features were clear and vivid, and vividly outlined the expression at the moment. Nervous, expecting, fearful, uneasy... At the moment when the foot is lifted out of the door, the heart of the pool is like something being pulled.

Finally, the bathroom door was still tightly closed, and Wu’s fears did not happen.

The pool went away and a box was placed at the door.

Wu Zuowei bowed his head, and a box of soft China was just a smoke that Wu was afraid to smack.

Sitting on the box with a buttock, my heart is inexplicably wronged.