Chapter 11

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Touch! Touching the abdominal muscles?

Ye Chen : “My grandfather!”

The death system: “Your taste is really heavy.”

Ye Chen sighs want to remove the system.

The death system comforts the white brothers and brothers: “You should be thankful, fortunately, there are abdominal muscles in Ren Jing, or “

Ye Chen licked his mouth and pumped it: “Doesn’t he have abdominal muscles, my mission will not be finished?” ”

The death system: ‘You can consider helping him to make abdominal muscles within 24 hours.”

Ye Chen dissatified: “A piece of abdominal muscles is also good as abdominal muscles!”

The death system: “Like you?”

Ye Chen : People are hard to tear down, big brother!

The system also afraid that after over stimulation host shame suicide, in slowed tone: “This task is not difficult, and a touch on the abdominal muscles between straight men and not sprouting sister who touched each other almost chest thing?”

Ye Chen is not moved: “You also said that it is a ‘straight man” He stressed the tone of the latter two words.

The death system to clear the suspicion: “Ren Jing is a straight man, you can also be a straight man.”

Ye Chen: “How do you feel that you are fooling me?”

The death system: “How dare I? Smile.”

The smile that he read is too unscrupulous! !

Ye Chen couldn’t sleep, he got up and washed, and he brushed his electric toothbrush into his mouth: he couldn’t give up this task. He couldn’t easily have inventory, and he couldn’t waste it the next day.

It’s too bad to think about the death at 9:55, and you can’t get stuck in that strange circle.

Abdominal muscles… Touch…

Speaking of it, he seems to have touched it?

Well, Ye Chen’s face was red and red, and after washing his mouth, he washed his face with cold water.

After washing his face, Ye Chen looked at himself in the mirror and cheered: “Come on! You can do it!”

These days, Ren Jing did not send him a WeChat, and Ye Chen took out his mobile phone and turned it around for a long time. Poke, hesitate to hesitate.

The death system came up with a sentence: “Let’s give it a shot, not to mention the abdominal muscles, even XX has beentouched.’

Ye Chen faintly said: “Are you giving me 1 00,000 life points?” To be true, he really doesn’t mind. Going to strengthen the position, anyway… that was once.

The deathsystem: ‘You ya.”

“Rolling roll,” Ye Chen rolled his eyes: ‘! We did not jerk”

Ye Chen tangled for a long time, he finally sent a letter last micro-: ‘? “Are you free today”

Ye Chen quickly received a reply, but it wasn’t Ren Jing’s: “Hello, Mr. Ye Chen, Jing Ge is in a meeting. You can tell me anything about it. When he comes out. I will tell him.’

Ye Chen threw the phone, not very happy: What time is it going to meet? I am not busy with you.

Ye Chen had to go to dinner first. He just finished eating and the phone rang.

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