Identity number 019

Even if he once, it is impossible to show an amazing or nausea expression: "Look at what you want to see."

"Word game?" Wen Qing wants to stop in the posture of the back.

There are more nervousness in Chen Yang, and there is a lot of and: "Yes, text games, very interesting."

"It seems that it seems to be very fun." Wen Qing's eyes were blind, he laughed, "I walked forward again."

The whole back is wet.

"A Yang, we are friends!" Wen Qing sat on the wall, blowing a pink big bubble to Chen Yong, his birthmark, black ugly, smile has a little pure.

At that moment, Chen Yang got the other half of memory fragments of this walk, and the information of the second half of the task was obtained, the same as he experienced.

Chen Yang's heart gave birth to a bit of emotion, I have pushed him when I wanted to stop in Wenqing.

Wen Qing, I have forgotten.

Chen Yang sighed, and he had blowing a fragrant blow.

"Small elegantly, what are you sigh?"

Chen Yang fell to God, he found himself on a bus.

Miss Joe sat by him.