WARNING! Tsundere President

"Sin, pay attention to the image."

Even if he doesn't know what he wants to say, he can guess that it is not a good thing.

Yan Si Nian looked at Mo Ning, and the meaning of laughter was profound.

Mo Ning was tired and relaxed, "Okay."

She has a hunch that today's sister plan will fail 100%.

A group of four people entered the box, and Moin ordered a few bottles of valuable red wine, and ordered a bottle of Paris flowers suitable for girls.

She didn't look at the whole story, but she only whispered to Huo Ran. "Sorry, I am sorry to miss the opportunity to get along with each other. I will compensate you next time, huh?"

The warm breath hit the side of the auricle, and Huo Ran reded his face and softened his body.

"it is good."

Mo Ning smiled and was about to be a further sister.

suddenly……

The figure belonging to the man sat beside her, a long arm stretched out and took her shoulder.

When Mourning’s face changed and he was about to break free, he heard a playful voice.

"We are all men, what can you be shy about? Or, what special reasons do you have?"

Moin looked at the gentle face of Yansi’s but hidden his face. He bit his teeth and smiled slightly. “If the terminology is a girl, I don’t mind being close to you, but unfortunately, you are not.”

After that, she opened his hand.

The handsome man sat up, and left and right to isolate the position of Moining and Huo Ran.

"Hello, my name is Feng Jie. I have heard about your big name. It’s better to see it."

His Chinese is also fluent, but it is not as good as the words of the year.

"Feng sister?" Moining said, "Your name is quite chic."

"..."

Hey.

Feng Jie glanced at her with a sorrowful grief, and then turned to Yansi, as if in a complaint.

However, Yansi’s eyes were even awkward for him, and he was interested in the face of the surprised face of Moining. He said, “What is this heart?”

Moin was too lazy to talk to him and shut up.

Yansi years no longer speaks, staring at her with a smile, the look is unpredictable.

Feng Jie was immersed in the sad reminder that his name was always wrong, and he did not speak.

For a time, the atmosphere was subtle and subtle, and the worst-minded Huo Ran was somewhat uncomfortable, and the subconsciously glanced at the words of the year.

The next second, the two eyes collided.

Huo Ran saw from his eyes the undisguised contempt and coldness, as if he was in his eyes, it was a rubbish.

"Mining." She coughed and looked stiff. "Is it better to play some games?"

Moin hasn’t spoken yet, and it’s rare for him to take over the face. “Yes, then play...”

He took a glass of red wine handed by Feng Jie, his eyes were slightly stunned, and if he thought about it, an inscrutable appearance made Menin unconsciously tighten his heartstrings.

I am afraid that this dark and dark godfather will play a horror game like ‘Death Revolver, Russian Turntable’.

His thin lips opened and closed, and finally spit out three words, "suck the turtle."

"..."

Moining has a black line, and Feng Jie’s lips are twitching. "Please, please shut up?"

What about the image?

He is a big man who can make a rain in Eastern Europe. He wants to play the turtle that the three-year-old child does not bother to play.

"Just play this." The words of the year are fixed. "Whoever draws the turtle, he has to answer a question."