Focused strokes

Yang Yuying's soft and sweet voice came from the tape recorder. Jiao Jiao sat on the sofa and listened carefully. She was motionless, listening, thinking and fascinated.

Jiao Jiao Glass, please have mercy.

"Mom, when will you come back?" I almost cried. "Jiao Jiao," my mother stroked my cheek, "Jiao Jiao is a good boy, listen to my father". "hmm!" I promised.

Jiao Jiao to Huang Huang: Why do you like playing with women so much? Your family runs a garden, and you are a gardener!

The mountain is high and the road is long, and the sea encounters wind and waves; Rain in Mao Mao, flowers in Jiao Jiao, birds reporting good news; Treasure, good luck, people are very happy on auspicious days; New Year's Day is coming, I wish you better every year!

Don't date her father's Jiao Jiao daughter or a woman who hates her father.

What he and Jiao Jiao are most like is not the outline, but the expression of the brow game world. Everything is lazy and deliberate. It seems that there is nothing in this world that he can't see. The more frivolous the expression, the more arrogant the gesture. Modesty?

You are thriving, lush, exquisite and elegant. I am colorful, magnificent, graceful and endless. Think about it. We are a perfect couple. Happy Double Festival!

Yingying swallows spring, flowers Liu Zhen, and everything is charming. Tender and tender, stop and go. George?

At this moment, I know that the proud Jiao Jiao girl turned out to be just a pauper!