Fang fan has a big land. Now the two women look at each other and don''t speak. It seems that they are really angry


    "What''s the matter with them? Why don''t they talk?"


    "Fang fan, why don''t you say anything?"


    Bai Piao looked puzzled and said casually.


    "Shh... Shh..."


    "Brother Bai Piao, don''t talk, go to the theatre... It''s good to be a melon eater..."


    The ghost ghost ghost hurriedly pulled Bai Piao aside and immediately said.


    Bai Piao took a closer look and reacted instantly


    This Murong language had some entanglement with Fang fan before, and so did this colored glaze


    Bai Piao suddenly looked like gloating.


    "Tut tut tut...... let your boy be happy on weekdays. Now, the old horse has lost its hoof!"


    "Hey... It''s better for me. I don''t have so many romantic debts. I''m relaxed..."


    Bai Piao is comforting herself.


    "Brother Bai Piao is not chased, is he?"


    The ghost ghost stabbed his heart aside.


    White floated around the corner of his mouth, and the veins on his forehead burst out


    Of course, their communication is limited to a few people, and the relationship between Murong language and Fang fan is still in a relatively secret state.


    "Mentor Murong, long time no see..."


    Fang Fan said hello, trying to break the embarrassing atmosphere.


    "Yes! I haven''t seen you for a long time!"


    "It''s been days!"


    "It''s true that one day''s absence is like three autumn days away!"


    "I haven''t seen you for a few days. Fang fan has even his wife!"


    "Student Fang fan is really good at it!"


    "Student Fang fan doesn''t know who he learned this skill!"


    Murong Yu said several words in a row. He always felt a strange feeling


    This vinegar jar is completely turned over!


    Through Murong language''s eyes, Fang fan can clearly feel the sour feeling.


    Fang fan remained motionless like a mountain and glanced aside


    Your skin is your skin. Anyway, I won''t answer this topic


    "Yo!"


    "It turns out that guru Murong pays so much attention to my husband!"


    "Then I''ll be an apprentice to Guru Murong!"


    "Then we can communicate more!"


    "Isn''t it, husband!"


    Little Liuli held Fang fan''s arm tighter. It was not a good stubble to pick things up.


    Women are fickle!


    How gentle I was when I first saw the little colored glaze! Before, it was as gentle and elegant as water flow. Now it''s changed.


    Fickle woman! It''s horrible!


    Two women can actually put on a play.


    Confrontation seems to be some ordinary sentences, but each sentence is an extremely strong temptation and attack.


    Now it depends on who flinches!


    From time to time, there will be an insinuation of a wave of Fang fan. Fang fan is caught in the middle and is about to become a rougamo!


    "Ha ha..."


    "Student Fang fan really married a good lady!"


    "Later, we should exchange our experience!"


    "Student Fang fan has done a good job in time management! It''s well managed!"


    "It seems that the training task in ordinary days is not heavy enough!"


    "It''s normal that you didn''t practice seriously before, but you can''t be lazy after entering the University!"


    "No matter how well time management is done, there are always deviations!"


    Every sentence of Murong language is madly alluding to the connotation of Fang fan. Fang fan can understand, but he just doesn''t answer.


    At this time, little Liuli will directly play PK