...

White and clean.

...

After a while, we were not able to accept that fact.

Wang Cong raised his hand blankly.

Why?

"He gave Zhang Jian a piece of rice cake."

I want to praise.

The fewest ones I have, there are not eight pieces...

Children use branches to pass through the rice cake slices.

But……

"Of course I'll give him my distributor."

"Wow, it's burning! It's burning!"

I don't have much to give up either.

...

"Wang Cong!"

“…is it?”

Qin Xin took the lead in speaking, "You should have the least amount."

"Does he feel pain?"

"This Hu Yang gives Zhang Jian a piece of cake."

"You're in charge."

...

"How did he do it?"

...

Seven is my weak self-esteem that makes me think that praise should be what I asked for.

It's been...

How can Xu He suffer a loss?

...

Wang Cong was stunned.

But just now...

Did the sound get stuck outside the throat?

But there is enough rice cake.

The thin big girl looked at the fat man again.

It's material...

I'd like to share a piece of rice cake for Zhang Jian...

...

As soon as he finished, Wang Cong's mouth stopped getting smaller and smaller.

The big fat man's eyes were amazingly bright.

It was the ingredients that threw out the rice cakes under the branches outside my hands.

...

Xu He is right.

They only have rice cakes in their eyes.

"Wang Cong!"

I was so painful that I cried and howled.

"yes."

It's just mine, not Zhang Jian yet.

...

"yes."

Several people here argued.

...

Those rice cakes were all brought by Xu He.

...

"Baked rice cake~"

I……

......

"They look."

"You have nothing to do."

"He's so awesome."

"He gave Zhang Jian a piece of rice cake."

...

The thin and thin girl who touched my rice cake froze.

Zhang Jian also stared at him.

While waiting for the rice cake to be cooked, they chatted casually.

Because of the differences over yesterday's cartoons, the debate is getting louder and louder.

Since you took it secretly, you can naturally take too little to avoid being discovered.

...

...

Wang Cong showed his hands 880 degrees.

"Wang Cong, is he in trouble?"

"I'm still good."

...

Yes, if we were told, how to play with fire, it was very safe and so on, we were scolded...

I looked at the rice cakes lying in the flames...

Bad fragrance...

The disputed party raised his hand and waved it irritated.

"What's your business..."

...

After a while, the completely burnt rice cake will be able to eat again.

They all had anticipated smiles on their faces.

Judging from Wang Cong's performance...

"quick."

...

"Yes, you're awesome."

It looks very bad.

The big fat man looked at Wang Cong in a fascinating way.

"Wang Cong, he is so bad."

Wang Cong's heart was thrilled.

But I am willing to ask for it myself.
To be continued...