Twenty-three-year-old Xue Minglang lost his memory and only had the IQ of a six-year-old.
Scenario 1
Xue Minglang looked at Cheng Yuan relentlessly, his eyes full of grievance, "Brother, I want to take a bath! I don't know how to wash, and I still want to play with bubbles. Why is there no little duck in the bathtub?"
Poor Xiao Gong could only drool looking at the beauty, especially when the other party held his penis to compare the size. He couldn't bear it anymore and there was no need to bear it anymore.
Scenario 2
Xue Minglang looked at the scumbag Yang Zhicheng and said, "Brother, you are so good-looking."
Yang Zhicheng smiled proudly and glanced at Cheng Yuan provocatively.
Xue Minglang snorted angrily, "You actually bullied my little brother, you big bad guy, little brother, let's go." As he said that, he pulled Cheng Yuan and turned away.
Cheng Yuan turned around with a meaningful smile, and imitated Yang Zhicheng's childish look just now, giving the other party a provocative look.
Yang Zhicheng:......
This is a story about a loyal dog that captures a cute and cute little animal. Zha Gong gave up decisively.
This article is short, Xiaojun. The author plans to finish it in 10,000 to 20,000 words.
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