The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

"What are you going to do!" Shen Jiayi glared at Shen Yanxiao, who was getting closer and closer. She looked nervous. She didn't want to look down on this little devil before, but she didn't want to be as strong as Tang Naizhi actually suffered under this kid, and she couldn't see it at all. What happened to Tang Naizhi?

There are some jealousies in the heart of Shen Yanxiao, and I dare not rush to the front.

Shen Yanxiao picked up his eyebrows, and he ignored the arrogance of Shen Jiayi. He went straight to the front of Tang Nazhi and used the bow to provoke the low head of Donnazhi.

The face of Donnaju was beautifully covered with crystal sweat, and the enormous pressure on him prevented him from moving half an inch.

He was forced to look up and look at the darkness of the light against the light, watching the playful smile hanging on her lips. Donnazhi had such a moment of embarrassment, ignoring the strange face of the boy, her breath, her body shape, It is so similar to the familiar little girl.

"Xiao..." Donnazhi’s call has not been said yet, and Shen Yanxiao has already slapped his head on his head.

"You can admit defeat?" The time of not being questioned by Donna, Shen Yanxiao's decisive opening.

Donna ruled a bit. Once he discovered that there was a similarity between Xiaoli and Shen Yanxiao, he felt more and more that the voice of the little devil and the look of the unkind and the unscrupulous little girl were the same.

Could it be that "he" is her?

With such thoughts, how can Donna not admit defeat, once she is really a little girl, he has no courage to fight with her, and secondly, even if he has a heart to resist, now the strangeness of his body also makes him have no power to fight back.

In any case, he only has to give up!

"I...concede." Donaghy had some awkward openings.

Shen Yan Xiao Xiao smiled and immediately let go of Tang Naizhi and walked toward Shen Jiayi, who was indignant.

"You...you don't come over!" Shen Jiayi did not think that the Tangna will lose, and the loss is so inexplicable. When she thinks about the bet that she just promised, she really wants to slap her slap in the face.

Shen Yanxiao approached step by step with a gloomy smile. Shen Jiayi moved her hand back in front of her chest.

Just as Shen Jiayi tried to turn around and escape, Shen Yanxiao’s figure flashed, and Ziju Yishen directly hooked Shen Jiayi, who had run away. As she pulled her hand, Shen Jiayi was immediately taken to her side.

Shen Yanxiao single-handedly grabbed Shen Jiayi's neck, and the white fingertips crossed Shen Jiayi's chin. The half-squinting eyes with a trace of playfulness swept the delicate face of Shen Jiayi.

For a second, Shen Jiayi was panicked by Shen Yanxiao’s almost flirting move.

The clear eyes of the pair of squats seem to carry a magical power, making people sink.

Ignore the ordinary appearance of the young boy, but the eyes are intriguing.

"Hey, if you draw a turtle on this face, it would be something to look forward to." Shen Yanxiao's badly evoked lips, in the exclamation of Shen Jiayi, took out the charcoal in Nayong Pen, according to Shen Jiayi's white and tender little face painted down.

There was a scream of screams on the bustling street!

After completing her own work in two or two, Shen Yanxiao disgusted Shen Jiayi, who screamed in her screams, and stared at her hands with her hands on her face, staring at Shen Jiayi’s face, which was big and dark, covering the entire face.

"Yes, it is very suitable for you." I am very satisfied with my work. Shen Yanxiao will use a charcoal pen that has not been used up, and Shen Jiayi’s eyebrows are in the middle.