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pm | | His Little Warmth-Milk Tea Hamster (12th Jan 23 at 2:01am UTC) | | Sang Nuancai didn't want to talk to him, so he picked up the box and walked in the opposite direction. Mo Siyuan frowned and went over to hold the box. Sang Nuan held his hand tightly. The two of them pulled and pulled like this, and finally Sang Nuan was bored, and with a sudden effort, he heard a "prick". The carton was completely torn. The whole box was suddenly weightless, and the contents could not stop falling out. ……” It's really a leak in the house, but it rains all night, and the eyebrows on the fire add fuel to the fire. Stunned at the painting tools on the ground, Sang Nuan was stunned for three seconds, and then the fire. The keg was completely ignited. A sudden burst of anger --. Mo Siyuan, are you sick? Did you do it on purpose?! Mo Siyuan did not speak and crouched down to pick up the painting tools. Sang Nuan suddenly lifted his foot and kicked the brush he was about to pick up far away. Then she squatted down, picked up the things on the ground and threw them into his arms. "Don't you want to take them?"? Don't you want to rob? Here you go, here you go, here you go! Her mood was not very stable, and in the end it developed into picking up something and throwing it at him regardless. Fortunately, her strength is small, odds and ends hit her body, soft and no impact. Mo Siyuan, with a cold face,heavy duty racking system, just let her act. Slowly, when she had nothing to smash, she could only wave her hand and shout hysterically at him: "It's all your fault!"! It's your fault! You are a big bad man, a pain in the ass! Why don't you go to the art club as a guest and make me suffer. As she spoke, the grievance in her heart came up again, and tears fell down. She hugged her knees into a ball and pumped. Mo Siyuan, it's all you,Warehouse storage racks, so I was driven out by our president Lin Wei. Do you know why I want you to be a guest of the art club? It's because they threatened to kick me out of the art club if I couldn't invite you! Now that I've been thrown out, as you wish, are you satisfied? Are you happy? Did you already know that, so you came to punish me on purpose. Mo Siyuan was slightly stunned. I hate you, Mo Siyuan! I hate you! But what can I do? They threatened me, and I had to beg you. This is the first time I've asked you, but what about you? Do you think the way I beg you is funny, so you deliberately play tricks on me! You are a big bad man, a pain in the ass! I really hate you. The two men stood at the main entrance of the teaching building of the high school and were facing the Avenue of the middle school. Pedestrians came and went, throwing all kinds of strange eyes. Mo Siyuan listened to her, wanted to say something, opened his mouth, but put up with it again. Moments later, Narrow aisle rack ,radio shuttle racking, he slowly lowered his eyelashes and whispered, "I don't know." Sang Nuan cried in a daze and could not hear what he was saying. She just squatted there and let go of crying, wiping her face with her sleeve from time to time, and her snot and tears stuck to her cuff. This mood is like a thunderstorm, which comes and goes quickly. When Sang Nuan was tired of crying, he sat quietly on the ground and wilted for a while, and his mood slowly calmed down. She took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, and then got up to put the scattered painting tools on the ground into her schoolbag. Mo Siyuan tried to help her, but she waved her hand away, "You don't have to worry about it!" He obediently stopped at once. The painting tools were stuffed into a schoolbag. Sang Nuan, holding his schoolbag, picked up his easel and stumbled out. The schoolbag was so full that it could not be zipped up, so there were always things falling down as she walked. Mo Siyuan could only follow her silently and pick up the leak for her. So he moved slowly all the way to the bus stop. Standing under the stop sign, Mo Siyuan carefully tried to break the silence. Ah Nuan. "What for?" She asked grumpily. The art club. Does it really matter? In my memory, Sang Nuan liked the art club. Ever since she and Sang's father and mother had participated in the community festival, whenever she had the chance, she would pester him to ask questions. At first, he thought that she, like her classmates who joined the club, was just playing around, but he did not expect that she would have such a big emotional fluctuation when she left the art club. As for his question, Sang Nuan just dropped a sentence coldly: "Nonsense!" I don't want to say a word more. God knows how hard she worked to get into the art club.
She always thought that as long as she was in the second year of junior high school, she would be able to enter the art club. But because of her weak color, her wish to join the art club was beset with difficulties. No one knows how many times she was rejected before she was approved to join the club. She was defeated repeatedly, and it took almost a whole year from the second year to the third year of junior high school. But because of him, she failed in her first task and was forced to leave less than half a month after she joined the club. Mo Siyuan naturally knew that it was not easy for Sang Nuan to join the art club. They lived under the same roof, and even if they never asked about her, they would know a little about her. Since her second year of junior high school, she has been submitting applications to the art club, and the returned applications have been piled up on her bookshelf, almost forming a hill. But he also knew that Lin Wei had her own purpose in allowing her to join the club. Long before she overheard Lin Wei talking to him, Lin Wei had talked to him about the idea of making him a guest, but he refused. Then the next day, Sang Nuan said happily that his application was approved. At that time, he had doubts, and a few days later, Sang Nuan mentioned the matter to him. He was determined not to go because he wanted her to see that he was being used. As a result, she didn't see it, but in turn, he was scolded for nothing. Now he understood why Lin Wei dared to look for her, not only because the art club needed him as a guest,Drive in racking system, but also because she was really silly, so silly that she was really a good use of the object. Idiot He could not help murmuring. What did you say "Nothing." Mo Siyuan shook his head and put out the small flame that she was about to rise in the cradle at the right time. He didn't say a word until the bus arrived. The author has something to say: The author has nothing to say today. The skin is very happy. Hey ~ [selling cute face] ———————————————— Thanks to the little angel "Meng" nutrient solution, Mada ~ Chapter 8. omracking.com | |
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