Jing Yun is not in Shanghai to eat.
Sighing in the dark, Jing Yun doesn’t know how he got used to it. Does he really spoil him too much?
Forget it. I’ll go get something to eat with you. What do you want to eat
A scene is beside me. Shanghai is in a good mood at once, and even with an appetite, Shanghai wants to eat the wonton on the corner.
I noticed it when I came, but Jing Yun didn’t eat anything, and now he’s back, of course he’s going to have a taste.
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He took his hand and walked to the paving shop. He didn’t care about his clothes. The street stall was so out of place.
Laiyiwan wonton
The stall owner leng leng immediately reacted and greeted him warmly.
Don’t skip meals every time, okay?
Shanghai flat mouth reluctantly agreed.
You want wonton.
Jingyun pushed the bowl to Yuhu and motioned for him to eat.
Language Shanghai blink eyes asked JingYun don’t eat?
I had my meal
Language Shanghai oh a head to eat wonton forehead hanging loose hair mask to the light in the eyes.
Suddenly, the city is noisy, and you can hear a lot of horseshoes. What’s going on?
Before I knew it, I saw a fine horse running towards facial paralysis like crazy and running faster and faster.
Jing Yun consciously wanted to take the language Shanghai away from him, but the language Shanghai actually grabbed his arm and shook him like a butterfly. His hair fell like ink, and his long hair waved a bright arc behind him. The wind in black embroidered with gold brushed the rustling sound and slowly hung still.
During the recovery, I have been in the arms of Shanghai.
At this time, Jing Yun’s face was splashed with ink, and if the peach blossoms embroidered his eyebrows, he puckered up a beautiful picture, which made people around him look silly.
This scene is also deeply stuck in the heart of Shanghai, and it seems to be deeply rooted in the thorn. Hieyama seems so insignificant. He knows that he will choose to do that when he separates opposites in the future. He doesn’t know that in the rest of his life, the word Jing Yun has never faded, but it has become more obvious with the passage of time. It hurts to pull it out.
Ah, the hot wonton fell on Jing Yun’s body, and it hurt a lot. Is this unexpected trouble? You have to read divination before you go to the door.
Yu Hu’s trance-like mind turns and Jing Yun is frightened. Does it hurt? Yu Hu will shout for you.
The words are already in tears.
Get up first, climb up with difficulty and look crazy. The horse has fallen to the ground and its neck is full of blood.
A few steps closer, I found it was a small stone and killed it.
How can you go crazy in a busy city? It seems that people want his life when the steeds come running towards them so coincidentally.
But who drew a sword to help?
Jingyuntang
Jing Yun came to her senses and remembered to get up and burn the horse. She felt a tingling pain. Damn it, she must have burned a layer of skin.
Shaozhuyan still wants to talk. He must have seen it when he was stopped by Jingyun.
Go back first, cover the wound, and it hurts and sucks.
Jing Yun undressed carefully, trying not to touch the wound, but it still hurt so much that the soup was so hot.
The image of Shanghai crashing into the door has been redeemed, and Jing Yun waved the plaster in his hand. Jing Yun asked Hu Xiangyan for scalding medicine for you.
The latter words were swallowed in his stomach, and his eyes widened as if he had seen some horrible scene.
Nishen
Jing Yun was covered in hickeys and just didn’t realize that Yu Hu was with him. He immediately came to his senses and put on his clothes awkwardly. Oh, my God, he just managed to take it off.
Ointment? Bring it here. His face is red and he can change the subject badly, even though he knows it’s far-fetched
Who did it?
Jing Yun, despite the embarrassment, didn’t find the Shanghai tone gloomy.