Bai Yueguang Breaks Up Everyday

So weak swallowed.

World champion = No. 1 in the world.

This is not just a matter of winning the Olympic champion once.

The sports world has never lacked evildoers and geniuses, and new champions are produced every year. In the shooting field, it does not have a very clear ranking. Most of them are "famous shooting athletes", "top ten international shooters", and "top ten world tops." Shooting legends" and so on. Shooting competitors from various countries are in a delicate juxtaposition, and no one is convinced.

And fans from various countries did not hesitate to exaggerate, claiming that only the first player in their own country is the eternal **** of the shooting world!

The most intuitive data may refer to the International Shooting Federation, which records points according to the performance of the event. The first in the points is the first in the world. But the world chief can't escape the fate of changing hands every year, and very few defend the title evergreen.

She is weak and fully believes that the "world champion" in the male protagonist's mouth is unique-she must be superior to the heroes of various countries, and no one can overwhelm her in the limelight!

As he said at the time, if you want to test for the champion, it must be national, not provincial!

He is very ambitious!

So weak: I was terribly scared at the time.

Brother, I just want to have a bite of rice.

Little Green Tea's fingers trembling while pinching the towel, she quickly remembered her senior year of high school dominated by Bo Wang.

Heaven is leaving her, **** devil screams and revels!

She lowered her head tactically, pretending to be shy and avoiding his sight, while the towel was spinning on his abdominal muscles.

Come on, brother, let's do something happy!

Get rid of the terrible thoughts in your mind!

The weak complexion is so hideous, he almost stripped off the skin of the boy's beautiful abdominal muscles.

A ray of spring light flew into her **** peachy eyes, and she leaned back against the sofa, and her jaw and collarbone were greeted with her, making her think of her carrying Lu Jiahe on her back in the winter, and eating secretly. The white peach and cherry blossom sundae is sweet and icy, and it is beautiful and delicious.

The guy who was playing wild suddenly became docile, and at her mercy, he was so weak that he couldn't start.

"Don't you want your brother? Why is there nothing?"

His fingertips swept across the skin of the back of her neck, and languidly traversed in her ponytail, with a casual temptation.

So weak and stiff: "I'm not that kind of person."

Bo Wang: "I like this joke."

So weak: "..."

The boy's cool hand fell back to her neck again, as if he was holding a cat, he squeezed it loosely, and then slowly let it go. He was so weak that he was squeezed out of a bit of anger, and he pinched his neck viciously.

He tilted his head and smiled, and deliberately slipped his Adam's apple to provoke her.

Who the **** can bear this? !

So weak, regardless of the strong kiss.

The captive was very obedient.

When her hand reached into the boy's sweater, a bell interrupted the anxiety.

So weak and sober for the most part, annoyed that he was tempted again.

"... I will answer the call."

But Bo Wang took the phone one step ahead of her, saw the number clearly, and said, "It's okay, it's your brother, let's continue."

So weak: "???"

Are you still talking about humans? !

The weaker grabbed the phone and dialed it into the call state.

Bo Mou lay slantingly on the sofa, playing with her foot with the other uninjured hand.

So weak and reluctant to itch, "Brother, it's me."

Lu Jiahe said with excitement, "Lubao, the pine nuts have all reported, you are too long for your brother."

So weak: "...Uh, uh, okay."

She glared at the bad guy who made trouble with her feet.

Lu Jiahe is even more up there, planning for the future, "I will go to order the prize cabinet now, the one with a big wall, the one on the left enlarges the sister, the right put mine, and the middle is left for you!"

My brother and You Rongyan were beautiful in their hearts, and they could not help hearing a male voice.

"No need to stay in between."

This bass, this magnetism, this scumbag, who is not his brother?

"Oh, boss Bo, you are here too." My sister won the championship and celebrated all over the world. Jiahe was rarely happy with the scum, "Then the relationship is good, you give an idea, where to put it in the middle? One person, one wall?"

So weak I thought, her brother is really invincible and confident.

This is a very common topic for good friends in terms of self-confidence.

Bo was arrogant, "Your sister's medal belongs to me, I want to put it on the side of my bed——"

So weak flew up, covering his mouth.

Lu Jiahe: "What? Where? My noise is loud, please make it clear! Wait, why does my sister's medal go to you?"

He raised his wrists weakly, with a fierce expression, and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Bo Wang raised his eyebrows.

She shook his shoulders vigorously again, and the latter's mouth overflowed with a slutty smile.

He thought, he had better obey her, lest his ancestors would blow his hair, he nodded with a smile and agreed to the "conditions."

Little Green Tea looked disbelief, but still let go of her hand unwillingly.

Bo Wang stroked his neck and coughed in a low voice.

He said, "I want to put it at the desk to worship, and I will put incense every day, and bless your sister to break the world record."

Lu Jiahe: "...Brother, you are panicked by these words."

But finally turned the sensitive topic off.

Lu Jiahe said that when they came back, he would hold a celebration banquet in private.

So weak hadn't spoken yet, Bo Wang answered her favor.

"The happy event must be done beautifully."

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Lvcha looked at him suspiciously.

"Don't you want to make trouble? I can tell you that I don't like the practice of confessing in public. It is moral kidnapping to suppress people!"

Bo retorted, "Will you be suppressed?"

"That's definitely not possible, I only like to suppress others."

The other side smiled, "I like it too."

Feeling so weak, I always feel strange. When she returned to her room, she realized that she had been molested.

It's too grassy!

Little Green Tea thought that he would be led by the nose for more than ten years, twenty years, and thirty years, and immediately became upset.

The old hatred has not been reported, and the new hatred is added. So weak decided to start with the strong one this time, and give the male protagonist a strong medicine!

Bo Mao didn't know that his little ancestor was full of flames of vengeance. After returning to the capital with the school car, he first settled the little ancestor, and then went back to the courtyard by himself. Before he recruited students for the counselor, when the "routine" was as weak, he promised her that he would build her a pigpen in the yard.

Bo Wang didn't coax children, he did drew the design draft freehand at the time.

Had it not been for the conflict between the two, the luxurious blue brick pigsty would have been built long ago.

Bo Wang gave up his favorite riding position, made a special plan, and then called an elder to make a rigid design.

The elder answered the phone, as if he was drinking a lot, and said drunkly, "Bo, you have a big fat boy in your house, why don't you come to have a glass of full moon wine?"

Bo Wang's tone was low.

"what?"

His high school classmate, now stepmother, gave him a younger brother?

Everyone in the family is hiding from him, even the sound of the full moon wine can be covered to death?

Bo Wei turned to the romantic dad once on the phone.

"Ah, Xiao Wang, what's the matter?"

The other party deliberately covered the phone, but Bo Wei still heard the congratulations on the other end.

He smiled slightly, "You are really not old, my son congratulates you on the new Liner."

Bo Ting pretended to be a loving father, "That's also your brother." After a pause, he continued, "I plan to give Jingjing a position. Come back and have a meal."

"In front of my mother's grave?"

Bo Ting choked, "How do you say this kid."

"How do you still want me to talk?" Bo Mou smiled, "You are not swearing that my mother will not marry in this life, those women are all for your wealth, worship money, vanity, just play with it. , Why, that quietly gave you a big fat son, you think she is pure and refined, so unpretentious, you want to marry home and become a bodhisattva empress?"

The old man was pierced by him and turned into anger, "If you talk back to Lao Tzu, believe it or not, I will leave it to your brother, and I won't leave you a word!"

"casual."

Bo Wang went through the Lu family's affairs, unexpectedly this kind of result was so calm and expected.

"You, your kid's wings are stiff, aren't they!"

Bo sneered.

He said lightly, "You are really not that smart. You have to break your wings as soon as possible. Now, it's too hard, and it's too late. You'd better not leave it to me at all, just let your Lin just full moon My son will provide you with old-age care. When you are in your 70s, he is only in your 20s. You are a young man who is a young man and will surely be able to take you to university with your back, and take good care of you."

Bo Ting was blocked by this stinky boy and couldn't express himself in a single breath. He was so arrogant that he had very ideas since he was a child, and he never listened to him.

Only this time... Isn't it too intense?

Bo Ting was dissatisfied with his father's authority being repeatedly provoked, "Do you think you left Bo's house without the identity of the prince, what a gadget?"

Bo Mou sighed, "What age is it, and the prince? What kind of feudal stuff do you think you are?"

The father and son faced each other tit-for-tat, and the front wave was beaten to death in the thorn bushes by the back wave.

Bo Ting couldn't bear it, "Smelly boy, what do you want to do?! Lao Tzu's will has never been changed, it's all yours-your brother can't get past you!"

"I know this naturally." Bo Wang said, "You have put a little blood on this piece of mine, and practicing the trumpet again may be too much for you."

The old father was so angry that he hung up the phone on the spot.

Bo Wei slapped again.

Bo Ting was not angry, "Go away, I have nothing to say!"

Bo Mo let out a breath, "Wait for me to finish the last sentence."

The stinky boy's tone suddenly became serious, and Bo Ting couldn't help but worry. Could it be that he caused the problem outside and couldn't clean up, so he came to make the last notice, don't call?

"You kid don't do stupid things—"

"If our family is the last, we should blame you, not me."

Bo Ting: "???"

WTF!

Bo Wang hung up after he finished speaking. Within a minute, the old father hit with a backhand, mixed with anger in shock, "What do you mean, you, you castrated yourself?!"

Bo Wang: "..."

He laughed angrily and said every word, "Have you never heard a word? Parents are role models for children, your son, following you, learned cold-blooded love, vanity, and honey-sucking swords from elementary school."

"Now I like that girl. I think I'm a scumbag, a playboy. People who are already disgusted by it. If you are like a father-in-law and a little stepmother of the same age, they can marry in. The Bo family really burned for eighty lifetimes. The fragrance is high."

The old father was crushed by this shock.

"If you have something, hang up, don't call over."

Bo Wang cut off neatly.

The old father couldn't recover for a long time, and slapped the table angrily, "This little bastard, he is not skilled enough to abduct people, but blames Laozi for coming, what kind of worldly way is this."

People around him persuaded him that his son is old and he has his own ideas.

Bo Ting snorted coldly, "If he has the ability, don't take the object home, and make a pair of wild mandarin ducks wandering around the world, I see how he can do it!"

Bo Wang did not think of going back to that unrecognizable home.

He is twenty-two years old and he is of marriage age.

When she was twenty, he proposed to marry him.

Get married after graduation, get married and start a career, and let the dust fall to life.

In the past, Bo Wang didn't like descriptions with a sense of rest, but now he feels that "the dust falls" with a gentle affection.

When time comes to the bottom, all affection has a destination.

Bo Mou raised his mouth slightly, pinched his ears, and forced himself to calm down.

He has been thinking about this kind of thing recently and has gone crazy.

After contacting, the construction team came quickly, and within two or three days, he set up a pig house model for him, and Bo Wei also left the play and main business to help him.

The posture of professional sawing made the farmer brothers look at him with a look of "Fucking, this shouldn't be a spy who got into our ranks".

Bo Wang temporarily concealed her weakness and planned to bring her here on the evening of the celebration party. The little pig-loving fairy must be moved to tears. If he said a few more soft words, her boyfriend's identity would not escape.

Just in case, Bo Wang, a master who does not believe in gods and Buddhas, also made a special trip to Guangji Temple and asked for a marriage in front of Goddess of Mercy.

Bo Mao dangled the newly acquired red rope.

The rustling snow fell into his palms, and the red string was slightly wetted. He wound it in his fingertips homeopathy, using the temperature of his skin to evaporate the wetness.

"Donated so many incense sticks, you can show your spirits, don't smash the signs."

He covered his heart and laughed low.

"Om—"

phone vibration.

Bo Wang opened the group chat quite happily.

Surprised on the spot.

The fairy wants to fall in love: [Brothers, I'm taking off the order, bless me! ! ! ]