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Chapter 8 Turned from the Mountain

In the aunt's scolding, Lin Yan left the house.

Every time she wants to stand up, life always gives her a fatal blow.

This mildew is probably going to follow her for a lifetime

There is no way, in the end, Lin Yan can only call himself the only friend who can ask for help in China, Wang Jingyang.

Hey, Lin Yan? Rare guests! Why are you free to find me?

The dog will go to you for a few days to stay there next month?

On the other side of the mobile phone, Wang Jingyang's voice was slightly paused, what happened? Aren't you living in your aunt?

I can't afford the rent this month. Lin Yan smiled bitterly.

What? Isn't your aunt's house buying money?

Yes, Lin Yan helpless.

Wang Jingyang jumped his feet and died, this black conscience old woman! I said Lin Yan, how blind you are, see what a group of white -eyed wolves around you!

Lin Yan smiled: How could it be, isn't there still you?

Wang Jingyang was stunned, and then hummed, the voice was obviously happy, you know! I am near the university town, come here to find me, Xiao Ye please string!

Lin Yan: Okay.

Lin Yan looked at the hanging phone, and a warm color appeared in the bottom of his eyes.

In the summer night, at the entrance of the college town, the barbecue stall is the best time for business.

Lin Yan saw black earrings from a distance, and Wang Jingyang, who was dyed with dark purple hair, was sitting there to drink beer.

Relying on the high value, it really does what you want

If you change your hair to get this color, you can scare people to death, but he really controls it.

The youth's facial features are handsome, with a bit of unruly with the eyebrows, standing upright, long legs, and casual black T -shirts and ripped jeans.

The male lead.

Even in front of the small fresh meat in the circle in the circle today, it is not inferior to

There are no girl college students on the barbecue stall. The little girl next door has been holding a mobile phone to sneak on him.

Probably found her, Wang Jingyang's eyes were bright, and the wine bottles, Lin Yan, here, here! Here!

Lin Yan also beckoned, then walked over, and sat down opposite Wang Jingyang.

Lin Yan was wearing a white dress today. The black straight hair of the clear soup was dangled on his shoulders, and his knees sat there with the side sitting there.

Wang Jingyang glanced up and down, and the corner of his mouth was slightly smoked, which was obviously disgusted.

Can you not wear this ghost? Lin Shuya is wearing this is a small fresh foressenger style. If you wear this, it is like I turned you from the mountain!

Lin Yan is full of black lines,

What kind of ghost metaphor is this?

Well, she really can't dress up.

When the racer did not need to dress up before, there are no need to change the clothes and black pants all day long.

In front of Han Yixuan, she worn it according to the style he likes.

When the artist, the agent let her wear it.

As for herself, there is no demand for these, and it is OK to wear a black plastic bag.

Lin Yan was about to speak, and his body suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling. He looked around subconsciously.

Her eyes slowly looked at the shade of the tree on the opposite road.

There, a black car was quietly stopped.
Chapter completed!
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