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Diga Altman: then why is she called handsome crack the sky? She should call beauty out of the universe!

Nursery rhyme:

It has to be said that the beauty of the universe is too earthy.

In this game, she told superman that a handsome man is his trumpet. Tonight, she had to say hello to Superman and let him keep it a secret for himself.

After thinking about it, the nursery rhyme found Superman's wechat in the group and clicked to add friends.

After thinking for a long time, the nursery rhyme only remembered to tell Superman about it, but forgot something that happened in the live studio a long time ago.

Sun Yi, who is lying on the bed peeping at the crowd's water group, just quit the group chat and saw a friend's application.

Click in and have a look: socialist successor?

what the fuck? Nursery rhymes

Sun Yi carefully glanced at Xiao Yijin, and finally couldn't help but say, "boss, your wife wants to add my wechat friend."

Xiao Yijin's eyes coagulated: "who?"

After swallowing his saliva, Sun Yi said weakly, "nursery rhyme."

When the voice fell, Xiao's face turned black. The ugly girl took the initiative to add another man as a friend, and the man was not him, so she was very angry

Secretly glanced at Xiao Yijin and looked at his face. Sun Yi explained: "because she thought I was the only one who knew that Shuai cracked the sky was her trumpet. It was estimated that she wanted to tell me about it, which was hard to say in the group."

Hearing the speech, Xiao Yijin's expression eased a little: "well, I see."

After adding a friend, Sun Yi sent a message: lying in the slot, my guest, the boss actually added my friend!

Nursery rhyme: I want to tell you about today's affair. The handsome sky is my trumpet. You must keep it a secret for me. Tell me what rare materials you lack next time and send them free.

Seeing the word "free", Sun Yi's eyes lit up and immediately replied: don't worry. I promised you that I would keep it a secret, but I never thought that the guest with the title of "fairy dream first wrench" could not. He was actually a woman

Nursery rhyme: there are many things you can't think of.

Sun Yi: Yes, I will keep it a secret. Don't worry. Does anyone else know?

Nursery rhyme: No, thanks a lot.

A good night's dream.

It's getting colder and colder. Nursery rhymes used to love staying in bed. Now it's more and more difficult to get her up.

Jiang Ya came out after washing and found that the nursery rhyme was sleeping, so she stretched out her hand to pull her quilt: "nursery rhyme, hurry up, Professor Zhang likes roll call best. You can run after the roll call."

"OK..." struggling to sit up from the quilt, the nursery rhyme felt that life was loveless.

The temperature is below zero. The nursery rhyme wrapped himself in thick clothes. Just out of the dormitory building, he saw snow falling in the sky.

The sleepiness of the nursery rhyme disappeared in an instant and shouted excitedly, "Jiang Ya, it's snowing!"

Jiang YABEN was a northerner. He looked at the snow and was about to vomit. He glanced at it: "what kind of snow is it? The heavy snow in my winter often piles up more than ten centimeters."

"I haven't seen snow for many years." the nursery rhyme took Jiang Ya and strode towards the teaching building. Before reaching the classroom, I saw Xiao Yijin standing at the door.

He had a suitcase at his feet and a furry two Kazakhstan warm baby in his hand.

Seeing the nursery rhyme coming, Xiao Yijin strode over, stuffed the hot water bag in her hand into the nursery rhyme's hand, took off her scarf and wrapped it around her neck.

The nursery rhyme raised her hand to pull the scarf, but Xiao Yijin grabbed her hand, then turned her head and said to Jiang Ya, "I may not be at school for a few days. You help me supervise her and wear more."

Jiang Ya nodded at the speech: "OK."

"Ugly girl, I'm leaving." Xiao Yijin softly said these two words to the nursery rhyme, let go of her hand, reached out and pushed the suitcase and left.

The temperature of the warm baby passed to the palm of her hand. Looking at his figure drifting away in the flying snow, the heart of the nursery rhyme is a little complicated. There is an indescribable emotion quietly breeding