Excited brother pushed his glasses with his hands, "We...cough, we are classmates in APLUS grammar class."
"Really!?" The girls suddenly exploded, each looking for a target and sticking to them, "Cool boy, how about you get along with APLUS day and night?"
"Forget it, right." Brother Excited glanced uncontrollably across the chest of the white girl's jacket beside him.
The other party immediately showed a clear smile, "Oh, the air conditioner is too hot, it's so hot." She drew down the zipper of the jacket a bit, revealing the evening wear with frugal fabric inside...
Excited brother took a deep breath, and glanced triumphantly at the brothers who were ashamed by the ‘bye’.
"Why? Don't you drive?" The explosive black girl asked the big A who closed the car door again.
"Wait a little longer." Big A is usually very cold at times like this, and his chubby body and dirty braids can deter these young men and women.
It didn't take long for the high-heeled shoes to be tapped and the women's talk and laughter sounded outside the car again.
The school tyrants who were bye finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, Song Ya had already pushed open the door of Xue Linfen's apartment.
"You are leaving tomorrow?" He asked, looking at Xue Linfen, who was picking up things to and fro. "We will have a party at my house later to celebrate the end of the first midterm exam for my college career."
"You know, I don't like the party atmosphere, and the whole crew is waiting for me." Xue Linfen stuffed the selection of Hanshan poems into the trolley box. Very fun recently."
"Really not coming?"
"Really."
Song Ya walked through the aisle and saw a few medical reports at the corner of the table, knowing that the other party had put them here on purpose, and the corners of her mouth were cocked intently. When she picked it up, she saw her, Charis Theron and even Tim. It is feminine. "Finally I can let go of worry." He said.
"Yes, these six weeks have been an unprecedented torment experience in my life." Xue Linfen squatted in front of the bedroom closet and began to focus on the trolley box on the ground. Some fabric slipped out of the corners. She tried several times. Without success, I had to press the lid with one hand and try to push things back with the other hand.
"I'll help you."
Song Ya walked over, wrapped her hands behind her, and helped hold the lid of the box.
"Thank you." She tidied things up a little flustered, and Song Ya tried hard, closing the lid of the box, making a crisp clicking sound.
"Uh... it's okay." She felt Song Ya's face had been attached to her long hair~www.mtlnovel.com~ so she turned her head slightly to avoid it, "I have to pack other things."
"Oh." Song Ya stood up.
She also stood up and turned around, "Ah!" Without preventing Song Ya from taking a step forward, the two of them faced each other like this, close at hand.
"Is it all suffering in Chicago?" Song Ya asked, staring down at this flawless face without makeup, still full of the iconic style of the old Hollywood golden age.
"Of course not." She looked back, "We talked very happily, but getting along is always short, we...what is this?" She saw Song Ya take out a piece of paper and raised it in front of her, and asked .
"Mine." Song Ya stuffed her medical report into her hands.
"You wouldn't be fine." She glanced, and smiled and returned the medical examination sheet.
"After the program is performed, can we talk about our affairs?" Song Ya didn't answer, and hugged her thin waist. "In only six weeks, you are almost back to 88 years."
"It would be great if it was really that way." She was very weak, whether it was the body breaking free or the hands pushing against Song Ya's chest. "We are not suitable to talk about ‘our business’ APLUS, age..."
"The age is not much difference." Song Ya shook his head, "Do you know Xuelin? In Chicago, the distance between people is only vulgar and boring."
'Snapped! ’
He turned his hand back and turned off the light switch on the wall. The eyes of the two of them had not had time to adapt to the sudden darkness, and only breathe each other. "You are always so beautiful, you are beautiful without makeup, and you are still beautiful in the dark. ..."
Song Ya stretched her hand over and gently scraped the back of her index finger on her cheek.
She let out a sigh that was about to collapse, Song Ya's hand was quickly grasped by her, but there was no intention to pull it away, he felt that the center of gravity of the stunner in his arms began to move back slightly.
And behind is the bed.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 392: God, please give me one more point
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"As where are you? Your classmates are all abandoned by the girls, and now they are shrinking in the corner sadly. I heard they are discussing about going back to school!"
In the early morning, big a's phone came after him: "And that Latin girl has also arrived."
"um, I……"
Song Ya glanced at Xue Linfen next to her, she pushed the ends of her sweat-stuck hair away, "Go."
"Do you really need to leave early tomorrow morning?" Song Ya asked.
"The Three Hearts crew has been waiting for six weeks, the director may change me at any time." She replied.
"You can not shoot..."
"Don't say such naive words as."
"Call me dear, and I'm naive, you already know it, right?" Song Ya teased.
"Go, go, stop making trouble." She pushed Song Ya away again, who wanted to get over again, "I'll talk about it when the movie is finished..."
"Okay!" Song Ya was immediately happy, and these words showed that she didn't plan to keep good memories for one night.
Saying goodbye to the lazy beauty, Song Ya hurried downstairs in her clothes. The mid-term exam was over. She felt that she was doing well in the exam. She took the opportunity to use the old bridge to win the movie. Xue Linfen was thinking about it, every pore in his body now exudes invigoration.
'squeak! A taxi was parked downstairs in the apartment, and their agent, Tim, got out of the car in a hurry. He looked at himself when he was paying, "a..." He was very surprised.
"Hmph, this time you are always a step late for me!" Song Yaxin said, glaring at him again, too lazy to say hello, and went straight into his Mercedes-Benz.
Old Mike started the engine and hurried to Highland Park.
"Boom, dong, dong, dong," Fergie called the team that had the rave party last time, and most of them squirmed like music and laser lights on the lawn.
This time is probably the happiest time for the guests, no one noticed the black Mercedes sliding into the garage.
"Why are you all here? Don't you go dancing?" Song Ya saw the classmates who were talking about Shakespeare in the corner of the living room.
"As, we plan to go back." Brother Excited was frustrated, "Your party is great, but it's too noisy for us, and can't stand the high-frequency flashing lights."
"Uh……"
Song Ya glanced at the girls who were having fun outside, and it seemed that it was really hard to have a common language...
"It's our fault, I can't let it go..." Another classmate reflected on himself.
"There is nothing to let go, so what kind of dance would you do?" Song Ya couldn't let the classmates go home disappointed today.
"Just exactly?" Brother Xing said, "I practiced for the high school prom."
"It's just okay..." There were many classmates.
"Cha..." What was popular in the 1950s at the party of the pioneer of music trends? Song Ya was stunned for a moment, let him go, this is my house, I have the final say, it's exactly exactly! "You wait for me for a while."
"Hey! Stop! Stop!" This time Fergie didn't lose any stage, he went to the DJ station, "Dion!" There was Dion Wilson, the head of the production department of his own record company. child.