Holding Su Xinhe in her arms and running to the acacia tree outside the convention and exhibition center, Yin Zihuan stuffed a handful of balloons she picked at the door into her arms: "Hurry up and cover your face, lest people think I'm in a hurry and the sows are like Diao Chan!"
"Su Xinhe, they say that the southern girl Xiaojiabiyu is gentle and petite. Why do you look like a Mongolian? You didn't take good care of your weight during military training?"
"I'm 1.68 Meters long and 98 pounds. Is it easy for me? Aren't you from the north? Why do you look like a little lady? It's a pity that you have a waist like a waist and a back like a monkey. If you don't have the strength, what kind of trend hero will you follow to save beauty?"
"Why don't you try to run two miles on a pair of leather shoes while carrying someone? You're already in college, but you step on high heels and fall down! This is unprecedented in the etiquette department!"
Xinhe was so angry that he gnashed his teeth. After finally becoming a hostess, he made a mistake and regretted it for eternity. Not only did he suffer a severe physical and psychological blow, he also had to be ridiculed by him. Damn! Yin Zihuan, today I am a fish and you are a little tall. We are under the same roof. An accident cannot cover up the glory of my gold. See you later!
Su Xinhe covered his face as he wished, leaving only a tree of acacia trees leaving a cool spot...