< br >Chapter 2580 < br >Gu Jing is just in junior high school, and she is very young, so she doesn't know anything, but she thinks these pictures are very funny, so she shares them with Lu Xing. < br >Lu Dagu was a young girl at the beginning of her love affair, and Mommy Xia Xiyi was a doctor, and she also instilled a lot of sex education in her in the past two years, so she immediately realized that these two people were there. Doing something that is not suitable for children. < br >people often post such unhealthy things on the street, but unexpectedly, they are all sent to Gu Jing. < br >"charm, these can't be seen, they will grow needle eyes." Lu Huan's face was flushed. < br >"long needle eye?" Gu Jing tried to open his eyes wide and stared at the pictures again and again. "look, Sister Yun, I don't have needle eyes." < br >Lu Xing reached out and covered Gu Ying's innocent eyes with a delicate anger in her shy voice. "my charming sister, please close your eyes quickly. If you are really curious, go home and ask your parents." < br >mm-hmm? < br >Gu Jing is an imp spirit. She says "Oh" in a long voice, "Sister Yun, I get it." < br >"do you understand? What do you know? " < br >"this uncle and pretty sister are here. I'm ashamed, like my daddy and mommy. " Gu Yingdao. < br >"." Lu Ying began to wonder about family education. Is it all taught by words and deeds? < br >then suddenly came a low mellow magnetic voice behind him, "what are you looking at?" < br >Lu Huan turned her head and caught Lin Mo's handsome face by surprise. < br >Lin Mo is here. < br >won't he leave? < br >Why did he come back suddenly? < br >Lu Jing's head buzzed and crashed. < br >Lin Mo looked at Lu Jing's suspicious flushed little face, and then set his eyes on the small magazine on the table. < br >Lu responded in time. She quickly closed the magazine, pretending that nothing had happened and said, "We're not reading anything. We're appreciating traditional Chinese painting, aren't we?" < br >(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []). Ush ({ }); < br >Lu Xing winked at Gu Ying. < br >"Yes, yes!" Gu Ying nodded forcefully. "We are appreciating traditional Chinese paintings. Those paintings just now are really." It's really wonderful. I've never seen it before. " < br >"Lin Mo, it's late. Let's go home first." Lu ran away with Gu Kui with a guilty conscience. < br >but when he ran to Lin Mo, with a bang, the small magazine that Lu had in his arms fell to the ground. < br >Lu Xing bowed her head and the magazine fell right at Lin Mo's feet. < br >Hmm. It was quite sudden. < br >"Oh, I dropped my book." Lu Huan bent down to pick it up. < br >at this time, a gust of evening wind blew into the classroom, and the small magazine was blown away by the wind, which happened to stop on the page of traditional Chinese painting. < br >Lu Jing was instantly fossilized. She was still bent over. Her fingertips almost touched the magazine. Under her fingertips was the beautiful girl sitting on the man's lap. < br >Why? < br >at this moment, Lu Huan had a heart that wanted to die. < br >then a big bony hand reached out and picked up the magazine. < br >Lu Jing stood stiff and straight, and the magazine was already in Lin Mo's hands. < br >Lin Mo looked at her with thin lips and said, "is this the traditional Chinese painting you appreciate?" It is really wonderful and unprecedented. " < br >"." Lu Jing dragged at the corner of his clothes, "that." That's a good thing to share. This magazine will be given to you, and you can enjoy it slowly. " < br >Lu Jing pulled Gu Fu and ran away. < br >. < br >when the two girls got into the limousine, Lu Ying reached out and touched her heart. She felt her heart beat to her throat. < br >I was so embarrassed just now that I was caught by Lin Mo when I saw traditional Chinese painting for the first time. < br >he doesn't think she's a repeat offender, does he? < br >thinking of this, Lu Jing bit her lower lip. < br >then "Ding", her cell phone rang, and a text message came. < br >is a strange number. < br >< br/ >< br >

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