An hour and a half later, the two finally came out of the store.
Before getting on the car, Jian Sangyu couldn’t help but burp.
The skirt I wore before going out could be seen with the naked eye, and it became a little tighter.
She was so embarrassed that she was over.
Jian Sangyu sat obediently in the passenger seat, like a good baby, with her hands on her knees, without looking straight ahead.
I was actually very panicked.
Mom, it’s really delicious.
Her determination was about to be shaken by this hot pot.
“Are you overeating?” Gu Chen looked at his quiet wife with a funny look, and took out a box of yogurt from his pocket like a magic trick, handed it over, “Drink it when you get home.”
This was what he asked for together when he checked out.
I expected that my wife, who was calm, would be over.
Jian Sangyu reached out and took it without hesitation and pinched it. After Gu Chen drove, she took out her cell phone and pressed it.
One minute later, Jian Sangyu’s circle of friends was updated.
Someone tonight looked like a wonderful little fairy. ——Mrs. Ji Qianbo’s.
Anyone with Jian Sangyu’s WeChat knows who someone in Jian Sangyu is talking about.
Jiang Xing, who had been squatting on WeChat for several hours, seemed to be praising this one, but it seemed not to be praising the circle of friends, and his face was full of question marks.
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He was still thinking about how he was coming back to his circle of friends when Jane Sangyu posted that wailing.
He thought that as soon as Jian Sangyu posted, he would be the first person to comment, and told Jian Sangyu that he tried to report her in advance, but Gu Chen refused.
He is also Jian Sangyu’s little prince of protein, no such kind as rebellion.