Do you know something?

"What if I refuse?"
She held the painting to her chest and raised her eyebrows at him.
She Jiang Xue Ya hates what others force her to do.
Silent moon flow marks smile light way "that … I’m going to force you"
Say something shameful, but your expression is so indifferent [
This man is really thick-skinned
"I’m a fox demon. You know I have a way to see this painting."
He continued to say shameful words.
Jiang Xue Bud wanted to think, didn’t good the spirit to put the painting into his arms.
Yes, there are many ways for him to see this painting.
Just a black magic can turn itself into Woodenhead.
Look at it if you want. Anyway, she’s not really Jiang Wan. Section 136: That’s good.
Just a black magic can turn itself into Woodenhead.
Look at it if you want. Anyway, she’s not really Jiang Waner.
And now she can’t remember anything.
Even if he suspects that he is unusual with the sound of the silent moon, what about it?
He smiled and stretched out his hand to touch her head, just like touching a puppy. [
"You …"
Damn it, is she his pet?
The dead moon will open the exhibition, and the expression will be stiff for a moment
He sipped his lips and gently "painted well"
Jiang Xue Bud didn’t speak and waited for a word from him.
"Who gave it to you?"
In fact, he already knows everything.
But he wanted to see if she would deceive herself.
Jiang Xue Bud doesn’t intend to hide it from him. Anyway, she has nothing to feel guilty about.
"Oh, your brother is the man called Silent Moon."
He wondered for a moment that she should be so honest.
He smiled and fingered his belly in the painting and gently rubbed his watery eyes and turned a little.
"It turned out to be a flowing sound. His paintings have always been good. The person in this painting is your former sample."
He looked at her reaction, as if there was nothing unusual.
Lip angle evoked a sarcastic smile.
No matter how deep your feelings are, there will be nothing if you lose your memory.
She used to like streaming music so much.
But now she doesn’t respond at all when he starts to sound.
"But the flowing sound makes your painting look better" [
Jiang Xue bud also looked at him with a surprised look.
I thought he would be angry after seeing the painting.
After all, it’s unusual for a man and another woman to paint.
Besides, that man is his own brother.
But now, looking at him, he is still smiling indifferently.
It seems that this painting has no influence on him at all.
"Don’t you wonder why he will draw for me?"
Curious, I still can’t help but ask section 137: Believe it or not.
It seems that this painting has no influence on him at all.
"Don’t you wonder why he will draw for me?"
Curious, I still can’t help but ask.
Silent moon flow mark went to her side and sat down.
Holding one hand on the table and dragging the radian beautifully >
Looking at her with a smile in her eyes, "I’m curious about how you felt when you saw him today."
It’s strange to say hello
Jiang Xue Bud blinked and looked at him curiously. "I don’t remember anything. How can I feel?"
She can’t be honest with him in this matter.
In fact, when she saw the man named Silent Moon, she felt so much in her heart today.
All kinds of moods are complicated.
The trail of the lonely moon will definitely look at him, and the phoenix eyes will flash with no eyes. "Oh, really?"
The interrogative sentence shows disbelief with a few threads.
Even if I don’t remember it at all, I once loved it deeply.
Do you really feel nothing?
Jiang Xue Bud saw that he didn’t believe in pie pie and didn’t good the spirit said, "Believe it or not, I didn’t lie to you."
He suddenly put his head close to the corner of his mouth with a faint smile. "What about him? How does he react when he looks at you?"
There is something strange in every word he says.
It seems that there is something in the words.
How could he be so concerned that she and the silent moonlight saw each other react?
Is it difficult to say that he actually knows that they are unusual before?
His sudden approach startled Jiang Xue Bud.

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