Bai Yueguang Breaks Up Everyday

So weak found that every once in a while, the little beast would refresh his lower limit.

Zhou Can hooked her wrist bone, tilted her head and smiled innocently.

"Sister, do you want to be crooked? Oh, it's true."

"..."

Color you fairy slab.

So weak want to reward people with a mouth.

"cough-"

The old housekeeper made a noise, indicating that he was still visiting.

Zhou Can's thorn head was urgently activated by such a weak body, and Shen Cai flew up again.He took her hand and crossed the threshold of the main room. The two people went to the inner room after falling down.

A scent of medicine wafted over with the fragrance of vegetation.

The old man leaned on the canopy bed, tall and thin, Zhou Zhengwenya, like an old pine and cypress, with a slight complexion, but looking good in spirit.

I've seen him in the main room before. Zhou Jiaqing is the same handsome man and beauty, and he is always in control. Whether it is a married wife or a married uncle, his appearance is quite good.

Even though they are all very tall, women walk up to one meter and seven at least.

The so-weak little milk cat with a size of 1.5 meters, has become an outlier among a group of fairies, and was mocked by the girls seemingly.

Her waist is straight, what's wrong with her being shorter, she can still carry the audience if she is shorter.

"Grandpa, I am as weak as Tang."

Zhou Can solemnly introduces the person.

There are many rules in their compound, and they are the most solemn to marriage. It will be difficult to bring back the girl outside until the moment you are really determined.

And the girl who can basically bring it back to her family recognizes her treatment as a "marriage partner".

Mr. Zhou was a little surprised, but he didn't expect it to be such a little girl.

His little eldest grandson, the older he gets, the heavier his rebellious bones sink. Outsiders know that, the Zhou family supports a wild and unruly little evil god, and he doesn't know how compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva can shake the blood.

The old man has a good memory. I still remember that this little guy complained to him at the age of thirteen and fourteen. The little girls who are most annoying with their teeth and claws, love and marriage are simply boring.

Talking to women about love and babbling, he would rather bear the money and go up the mountain to be a little monk.

And now, this little thorn head stood in front of him, begging for his permission to get married, and completely forgot what he had said before.

Elder Zhou deliberately embarrassed him, "Didn't you say that you would rather be a monk than get married and fall in love."

Zhou Can has a thick-skinned face and said shamelessly, "I can't help it. I have six impure roots, greedy for female sex, and the Buddha is stingy and doesn't accept me, so how can I fix it."

Elder Zhou thought that a kind-hearted monk would not become a little beast.

The visit to the patient went smoothly, and Mr. Zhou didn't embarrass her at all, and worried that she would be embarrassed by the little beast.

This time, let Zhou Can come back, in fact, it is the meaning of old man Zhou, his college entrance examination is very smooth, and the first place is dialed, which is definitely a happy event that can comfort his ancestors.

Old man Zhou fell ill as soon as he set out to handle it. He didn't know the details, so he had to ask Mrs. Zhou for instructions. At that time, the Internet just broke the situation of such a weak black pink waistcoat. It was ups and downs. Mrs. Zhou felt that No, so I added another one, and invited the weak client to come to court.

Contrary to what Zhou's family thought, Zhou Can simply took this trip to see her parents.

Anyway, sooner or later, it's better to do it together.

The cautiousness of his object is really capricious. In order to avoid long nights and dreams, a mature man has to find a way to earn his own status.

The two met the old man and proved the relationship between them. The prince's heart and soul finally fell back to the real point.

After exiting from the old man's room, Zhou Can was not willing to blend into the group of demons and ghosts so weakly, and took her hand back to the east wing.

"Snapped."

As weak as he stepped into the threshold, his hands were detained by him, pressed against the lacquered red door leaf.

The little boy is full of energy, as if he can't use it up, just now she lit a fire, and now he can't suppress his surging heart.

Today, when he returned to his ancestral house, the little beast gave up his cool and handsome mix-and-match style. He was reluctant to wear a serious white shirt with tightly buttoned buttons. He wore a pair of black trousers underneath, and his belt was neatly tied with his clothes. Lonely mountain snow Crane indifferent and expensive.

Who knows that this lonely mountain snow crane will show up better than anyone else when it reaches no one.

His lips were bright red, like a wicked evildoer, gently biting on his weak lips, and without idle hands, quickly unfastened the clasp on his back.

Such a weak heart, the male protagonist is really talented, how long is this, just one-handed.

Both hands were panicked and confused before, so I almost cried.

Didn’t you find a girl to practice secretly?

The talented little scumbag!

She was thinking so wildly, the little scum man straightened up a little, her face was like cotton, buried in the cold chest.

The other person's chin pressed her head, but grabbed her hand and said dumbly, "Sister, do me a favor, please solve it."

Zhou Can's voice is highly recognizable, with a clear and clean young voice, and the explosive power of the high pitch is amazing.

The bass is even more magical, as it is now, the human body has its own electronic sound skills.

The weak finger was forced to press on the belt.

"..."

Definitely a scumbag male physique, more and more tricks!

Tugging on the belt so weakly and furiously, he staggered.

"My sister is so strong today."

The little beast's eyes were red, his tone of voice was broken, and his hips were pushed down, looking very badly at her.

So weak was swept by the tail of the typhoon, and my knees were a little unstable.

Damn, this brat, brightly tempting her to commit a crime.

As a mudslide in the idol world, Zhou Can’s non-business day-to-day is similar to that of Xiong's children. She is too lazy and can't adjust. Let him go east and west, and let him do some housework to demolish the dormitory. However, once on the stage, the fans described it as "the stars are not as bright as you". The typhoon bursts and the singing and dancing are perfect, like a precision-running machine monster, never making mistakes.

Zhou Can is a well-known timbre hooligan, who can behave as a hooligan by scratching his ears.

If other men's team members had his unique configuration, they would have driven their cars to the moon long ago.

Perhaps due to family reasons, Zhou Can basically does not sell **** dance music. Fans have no chance to see common stage actions such as crotch, hip touching, and unbuttoning. The most impressive thing is that it is a classic on the Hummer stage. Kneeling and sliding movements, the teenager's top-flowing hair is messy, sweat soaks through his shirt, and performing the beauty of the flourishing world. This clip is still imitated and recorded in the video.

So weak can't stand it, anti-domination.

Zhou Can was stunned, her ears were reddish, lying on the ground and letting her make a fool of herself.

He was so weak that he took the initiative, but he was a little embarrassed, turned his head, his eyes erratic.

The clenched palm betrayed Zhou Can's nervousness.

It was at a critical juncture when a thin paper flew over his face.

The color is yellow.

Zhou Can took a closer look.

It is a paper ingot.

The coin used by the dead.

His eyes were suddenly cold.

This kind of thing is extremely taboo, and it will not appear in his living room.

It was not long before he came back that someone came up to add to his obstacles. Knowing that he took a girl home, he didn't speak to him face-to-face, and even used paper money to scare people. Is it because he was not cold enough?

Zhou Can stopped the weak for a while.

"how?"

"Clean up a bunch of ghosts first."

He carried the person onto the canopy bed and wrapped her up in a quilt. After confirming that nothing but his head was exposed, he went out with bare feet.

"Boom—"

He kicked open the second door of the East Wing arbitrarily, and there was a group of young ladies in it. Seeing him coming in, they were panicked at first, but there were so many people, they quickly calmed down, learning the tone of an adult, and sneered, "Little If the boss doesn't pull up the weeping willows, what can he do here?"

Zhou Can was too lazy to deal with them, walked straight to the table of the Eight Immortals, kicked people away, and kicked down.

The box turned upside down, all golden and bright red.

It's all funeral stuff.

The corners of Zhou Can's mouth stretched out, like a wild beast showing its sharp teeth, gloomy and chilly, "Who is the mastermind?"

Everyone has the mentality that the law does not blame the others, and they are of the younger generation. The adults only treat them as squabbles, so they are quite unscrupulous and mocking him.

"Don't say yes."

He reached out and grabbed the two most arrogant ones, and dragged them all the way.

The two teenagers struggled desperately to bite his arm, biting blood dripping.

Zhou Can was not used to it either, her eyes were red, her legs were like a whip, and she kicked hard.

The young masters lost their color in shock, and they all yelled and kicked people to death.

In the next moment, they also suffered one after another.

The lights in the wing rooms were lit up one after another.

And when the ladies in each room put on their clothes to see, it would be over there a long time ago.

The eldest grandson Zhou Can was leaning on the red lacquered door, and the snow-white shirt was loosely hung around his waist, and the belt was not fastened, with the back of his feet bare, and he looked like a dull and sloppy boy. He stretched out his hand and wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and said insincerely, "Sorry, we are a little bit quieter while enjoying the flowers. Didn't disturb the aunts rest?"

This is more than "the movement of viewing flowers is a little bit louder"!

It is the scene of a major disaster!

This piece of land was like a typhoon raging across the border. Many potted cactus plants were broken on the ground. The young ladies were thrown into the thorn pile by Zhou Can.

They were arrogant and expensive, so how could they bear this pain, each of them wailed and howled, and threw themselves into the arms of the adults and made a small report.

Zhou Can snorted coldly. He was still a child. He had survived without the support of his parents. How could these guys soaked in the honeypot fight him. In the past, it was because of the large number of people and his weakness, but now he still plays that set. Is it too pediatric?

The wives of each room were sullen and wanted to ask questions.

Zhou Can bent down, picked up the box with ease, and threw it in front of them like a parabola.

A stack of paper money overflowed.

"Everyone, there is a saying that the villain takes revenge. It is not too late for ten years. You'd better work hard and get me off the stage as soon as possible, or I will go up as soon as possible—"

Zhou Xiannu smiled brightly.

"I can't help but want to pull the weeds."

There was such a big chaos in the inner courtyard, but Old Man Zhou did not come forward.

This is like a signal.

Renewal, replacement of new and old.

Everyone was bored, but they could only be silent.

Zhou Can went back to the room, still wanting to continue her charming old dream, but was beaten so weakly, "It's all blood, don't hit me."

He suffered a slight injury with one enemy to seven, and his back was scratched by the thorns of a cactus. He checked it all over, pulled out a small thorn, and put on sesame oil, his expression was rather sad.

Zhou Can comforted her, "I'm fine, this little injury is nothing."

So weak sighed, "What I am worried about is that your Meibei will not be available for business anymore, and you won't be able to pick up a lot of endorsements."

If this fails, it means that a lot of money is flying.

Zhou Can also laughed, "If you can't pick it up, you can't pick it up. If you have a master, you have to protect your body."

After another day or two, the Zhou clan's ancestral home became completely lively.

The men who worked outside came back one after another, including Zhou Can's parents.

Among them, the weak ones have received the most attention. People are surprised and can't imagine that the burden of Zhou's mother-in-law will fall on her slender shoulders.

Ms. Lan was suffocating, but in such a situation where the arrow was on the string, she could only hold her nose and endure it, and Dafang's face could not be lost.

Soon, the Zhao family came to ask for an explanation.

Ms. Zhao is a curvy beauty. She said hello to Ms. Lan when she came up. Her unremarkable appearance made people feel guilty and embarrassed.

She is so weak and surprised. This Miss Zhao is not simple. At first glance, she grabbed the heart of the future mother-in-law. Unlike her, the elegant Ms. Lan's nostrils were enlarged by three points.

The other party can't wait to kill her.

However, it is her son who makes the decision now.

"You want to say? What do you want to say?" Zhou Can smiled lightly, "There is a saying that the dead are the greatest. I respect your Zhao family and rarely ask about that. But now I want to ask. I asked, who leaked my itinerary? I'm going to Yuxiang, going to Wengtou Road, and going through a large area of ​​reeds. I only told Zhao Pingan about these details."

"But those kidnappers, how come they know these details so well that I can't escape?"

The Zhao family was embarrassed by the question.

Madam Zhao was a little anxious, and gave Ms. Lan a look.

Before Ms. Lan spoke, she was blocked by Zhou Can.

"Speaking of which, my mother and Madam Zhao had handkerchiefs. Based on Madam Zhao's love, she borrowed a large sum of money to go out the year before last."

Zhou Can smiled, "The money was not the private money of his mother, it was also the Zhou family's account. When did you see that it was paid in full? The future of this week's family is up to me. I am young. Although it is small and the weight is light, I also know that I can't condone my mother's mischief, which makes everyone laugh."

After a quick meal, Ms. Lan's face turned red, and the atmosphere suddenly fell to freezing point.

Zhou Can didn't give face to the Zhao family, nor did she give face to herself. She seemed fair, and she was cold-blooded and ruthless.

Ms. Zhao's complexion was blue and white, and she fell down when she walked out of the courtyard.

"How dare he, how dare he!"

She growled.

Madam Zhao feels distressed and comforts her, "This kind of ruthless kid, what do you think he does? A lot of young talents are waiting for you to choose!"

"I don't want it! I want him! My brother died because of him, so why should he send us in a few words!"

Master Zhao didn't say anything, but he was clear in his heart.

The kidnapping is indeed inseparable from his son.

The Zhou family was deep in the water, and no one reminded this, so they stood on the moral high ground smoothly, and with the friendship of the two wives, the marriage contract was tenable.

But who would have thought that the prince's return was a bit unusual.

Before that, he was an immature hairy boy who adopted a cold and violent plan, refused to respond, and provoked countless criticisms.

But this time he took the initiative to attack and pinched them to death. The Zhao family didn't pay attention and was led by his nose. Mr. Zhao remembered that he had just been debt-collected, his face was bleak, and he couldn't help being angry with Mrs. Zhao, "So are you, do you have no money at home? You have to ask Zhou Jiabor, or public account. You lose all my face and face. Empty!"

Madam Zhao called Qu, "It's not you yet. The investment has failed and the funds can't work. Our mothers have to weigh even if they buy a bag. Aren't we ashamed!"

The husband and wife quarreled, and missed Miss Zhao.

In just a few days, being so weak was rumored to have become a confidant's misfortune, fascinated the little boss, and upset the Zhou family.

She was sitting on the swing, complaining at Zhou Can, "What you did, it's all my fault."

Zhou Can pushed her waist, her lips were thin and scarlet, and she smiled like an evildoer, "Well, it's not you, usually they jump on my head. I'm generous, so I tolerated them. Now they offend you, I can I can't bear it anymore, I have to free my hands and clean them up." He said again, "This trick is pretty easy to use, do you need me to pass it on?"

So weak took out his mobile phone and bitterly accused him, "Did you forget that you are still a boy group idol? If you don't go to the idol business and engage in house fighting here, your conscience won't hurt?"

Now the whole network is tearing up the agent Fang Shuyan, and there is a **** storm.

The reputation and fame of the weaker black fan is warmed up again under the background of peers.

In particular, the protagonist sent out a bib, just four words: Have fun.

This is equivalent to idol confessing his girlfriend's gangsters, and indulging her generously.

The fans burst into tears, baby, be sober, this is a bad woman.

[I was so cold: Tell a cold joke, my idol has been abused by black fans thousands of times, and I still wait for black fans to be like first love, don't ask, ask is high-end taste]

[Being a black fan from today: woo woo Chanchan is chasing me, I'm a black fan to play fun with me, too]

[This cup of milk tea is refined: Damn my cp powder is all gone, I want to hang up and beat it up]

"Sentiment" is about to be broken.

The love deity uttered an oh, and said slowly, "Then your girlfriend, if you don't go to open my wife's fan business, what kind of swim in the black fan group? Are you your little loach?"

So weak and calm, "You're kidding, I've changed my mind, and I've been a bad fan for many days."

Her large is frozen, and the trumpet can still fight for another hundred years.

She's so weak and can't help muttering, isn't this guy peeking at her phone again, right?

How else do you know everything?

No, she has set a new lock screen password, this guy definitely can't open it!

Green Tea Jing was bald and pondered. There was no other way but to temporarily suspend the black powder business. After all, they were mixed together these days, too close, and many things were inconvenient.

And she was very suspicious that Zhou Can was addicted to fighting in the house, either fighting this or fighting that. The green tea boss had doubled his fighting power. He was so weak that he was chased for a long time.

So weak he touched his waist, and there was still a lingering fear.

It's better not to offend the bad boy, she wants to save her life to do summer homework.

But if she was so weak to quit the black fan business so easily, she was a bit unwilling, thinking and thinking, she came up with a way.

—Find an heir! Inherit her skills!

Looking at the black fan forum, after being swept up by Zhou Can, the competent person is almost gone.

Except for a fish that slipped through the net.

[Scum Zhou Can] is the only remaining administrator. She was so weak that she had a bad impression of him at first, but after experiencing a mighty turmoil, she suddenly felt a sense of sadness, and her favorable opinion for him also increased.

This is the last big boss of the Black Powder Alliance, and it is the key to the victory or defeat of the uprising, and we must take good care of him!

So weak tried to win him over.

The tuba has already been used up, so she topped it with a trumpet and added people again.

It's over!

She is so weak and secretly happy, this is all the credit of her name.

That night, she calmly said to Zhou Can, "You blow your head and I'm going to take a bath."

After countless exercises, she has been able to walk along the phone quietly and hide it in her clothes so that no one can find it.

So weak and very sad.

Take a look, see how her black fan is forced by her idol, and she has to hide and talk bad about him!

She soaked in the bathtub and started hooking up with her phone.

[Chou Can’s not tolerate the truth: how are you, Ah Zha (cute.jpg)]

Soon the opponent flicked a symbol over.

[Scum Zhou Can:? 】

[Zhou Can is not too hard to bear the truth: I heard about your deeds, the veteran of the black fan forum, too good]

[Scum Zhou Can:? 】

[Chow Can’s not tolerate the truth: I am also Zhou Can’s black fan, he is arrogant and disrespectful to women, I want to kill him]

[Scum Zhou Can:? 】

So weak: "..."

This guy throws a question mark on his face when he doesn't move.

Is his question mark refined?

Forget it, it's all black powder heads, melons on a vine, why bother too much.

It's better to talk straight to the point.

[Chow Can’s not tolerate the truth: I have something to talk to you]

[Scum Zhou Can: Yes, talk in bed]

[Chou Can’s hard to tolerate: I rely on]

He was so weak and crackling on the small keyboard, cursing back with a thousand-character essay, and then blacked out the person. After the operation was fierce, I felt more comfortable.

She came out of the shower, hiding her mobile phone behind her back.

Zhou Can sat on the edge of the shelf bed, her hair was not blowing, she was wet on her forehead, her eyelashes were shining with water, her expression was gentle, and he called her with his numbing electric voice, "Sister, come here, I'll blow your hair."

She was so weak and didn't really want to pass, the other party stood up and caught her in his arms.

He seems to know that being weak is a heavy hand control, and deliberately hangs her with his slender, white hands.

It was another violent storm, and it was not until three o'clock in the morning that the people were released.

So weakly thinking, she has paid too much for the black fan business.

Aidou was engaged in house fighting recently, and her brain was exhausted. After cleaning, she hugged her and fell asleep very quickly. So weak and strong, he took a sigh of relief, grabbed the phone, and persevered in finding her black fan successor and passing on her will.

The screen lights up.

She entered her birthday number easily.

opened?

No, this is not her cell phone.

The information is still at the last one.

[Scum Zhou Can:? 】

Next to it is a red exclamation mark, which is a sincere question about her cursing essay.

So weak: "???"

Is the hero still a **** black fan? ? ?