Buddhist sculptor with cold humor* Diao style demagogue president
He raised his head. Xia Qinglin felt his hot gaze, but she didn't dare not meet him. The shadows of the trees in front of her were moving wildly. Xia Qinglin said calmly:
"Let's separate."
The mint leaves on the wall seemed to be shaken by these words.
"Xia Qinglin, are you testing your position?"
"Or are you playing with me?"
The black pine and sandalwood filled the air, and Xia Qinglin could even feel the sound of the wind as he approached.
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Many years later, Xia Qinglin was taken to a drinking table by an unreliable professor. She seemed to be a nobody, but she caught Jing Shaochuan's eyes when she entered.
The man raised his eyebrows and looked Xia Qinglin up and down, his eyes were very wanton, and the corners of his mouth formed an evil arc.
Just when Xia Qinglin was thinking about how to escape from this Shura field, the trickster professor came online again and actually asked Xia Qinglin to stand up and say a few words to everyone. In desperation, he forced him to perform a stunt.
"Dogs can bark, cats can meow, ducks can quack, but what about chickens? What can chickens do?"
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"Chickens are reserved for those who are prepared!"
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There was total silence.
After a while, Jing Shaochuan suddenly smiled jokingly, put his hand on his chin, and said:
"This lady is very interesting. Why don't you tell me a few more?"
Let me tell you about your mother! !
Intention: Reunion after breaking the mirror