Chapter 1105 Life should be colorful
Qin Qingdi's vision is quite good, the style chosen is kitschy and not vulgar, pure and lusty, the straps on both sides of the **** are extremely thin and there are small white pearls strung together.
The style is really good...but the fabric is a bit less.
Although Ruan Qi has no personnel, she knows everything she should know now that the Internet is so developed. Looking at this pair of trousers, she was stunned for a moment, and then was 'boomed' by the boiling blood and hit the top of her head.
Baby Barley, who doesn't understand anything, didn't notice the strangeness of his father, so the manipulator picked up the **** and curiously said: “This is a weird piece of fat. It uses so little material. Will it be worn?”
...This is really a good question that goes deep into the soul.
Ruan Qi blushed with blood.
She hurriedly rushed over, snatched the **** from Baby Damai's manipulator, and stuffed it into the big box very roughly.
Innocent Barley looked blank, and two rows of question marks popped up on the display.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?"
"No, nothing..." The little girl's face flushed. She hurriedly covered the box, then got up and pushed the baby Damai out, "Damai, I, I, I want to train, you go out first!"
After speaking, with a 'bang', the door of the dance studio was slammed.
Baby barley who was inexplicably pushed out: "???"
The dance studio became quiet again.
The music is gone, and the voice of Baby Damai is gone. In the quiet and empty room, there was only a violent heartbeat.
Ruan Qi clutched his chest, staring at the big box like an enemy for a long time.
Then, she took a deep breath and put her hand into the box tremblingly against a red face.
One small box after another was taken apart.
U disk, **** and underwear of various colors and styles, plush cat ears and cat tail, small bells tied around the neck... As the boxes are opened more and more, Ruan Qi's face is getting redder. .
Until the end, she opened the only remaining box and took out from it——
A small pink soft whip.
Numerous ellipsis, like a little girl's shaky morality, shattered to one place and could circle the earth three times.
She was shaking her hands with a small soft whip, shaking and shaking, and a girl who was only 20 years old for three days, she just shook her hands and became a Parkinson's patient.
At this moment, the little girl's heart is broken.
She felt that the hand holding the small whip was not her own, and her arm was not her own. Even her brain was a little numb, and she didn't look like her own.
...Why did Sister Xiaodi send these things to her?
Small trousers and underwear are fine, what the **** is this little pink soft whip?
Ruan Xiaoqi's view of Qisan, which has been innocent for twenty years, has been severely impacted.
Just then, the phone on the floor rang.
Ruan Qi was frightened, and the small soft whip in his hand fell to the ground with a 'pop'.
She patted her chest in shock, and hurriedly picked up her phone to take a look.
Qin Qingdi's WeChat.
[Sister Xiaodi: My baby is soft, did you receive it by express? Hey hey, this is my twentieth birthday gift for you, do you like it? [鬼笑.jpg]】
"..." Ruan Qi was silent for a moment, pointed the camera of the phone at the small soft whip on the floor and took a picture, and sent it to Qin Qingdi.
【It's Xiaoqi: The little whip is also a birthday gift? ? ? 】
As soon as the message was sent out, Qin Qingdi replied [謝笑.jpg].
[Sister Xiaodi: Ruanbao, life should be colorful. This little soft whip is customized by me and you and Brother Nine can use each other. Hehehe, I wish you a wonderful and exciting life after twenty. 】
Ruanbao: mutual and mutual use? [Smile gradually perverts.jpg]
College entrance examination babies, how are they doing? The weather is hot, remember to drink a bowl of mung bean soup when you go home.
(End of this chapter)
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