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Chapter 395 Good figure

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    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? but I didn¡¯t expect that the hypnotic effect of listening to Jiang Beiyu talk about those things that I couldn¡¯t understand last night was so good.

    How much does Jiangbeiyu charge for a one-hour make-up lesson?

    Next time you have insomnia, go to him.

    Young Master He did what he said, and he smelled the aroma wafting from the kitchen before he even took two steps to the ground.

    "No wonder this bitch doesn't like to go out to eat anymore. The food at home is so good, what's the point of going out to eat?" He Jingchuan muttered subconsciously.

    He¡¯s food is not bad, but he can¡¯t bear to have an old mother who is very confident in her cooking skills.

    Mrs. He was a sweetheart herself, and she married He Jingchuan and his father were childhood sweethearts. However, the two of them fell in love and fell in love for twenty or thirty years. It was a romantic thing for a wife to cook and wash her husband's hands and make soup.  But it wasn't enough for his mother's cooking skills to ruin his father alone, she also didn't spare him and his little sister.

    The most important thing is that He Jingchuan¡¯s father doesn¡¯t know how many layers of filters he adds to his wife¡¯s dishes every time, and he praises him so much that people can¡¯t bear to hear it anymore.

    He Jingchuan woke up and saw nothing around him, except for some movement in the kitchen. He walked over and happened to meet the chef who was bringing breakfast.

    It¡¯s a little embarrassing.

    He Jingchuan smiled: "Master, are you making breakfast?"

    The other person was round-headed and smiled when he saw him, "Mr. He, Mr. Jiang said, if you wake up first in the morning, the toiletries are on the coffee table. You can wash up first."

    It was only then that He Jingchuan noticed that there was something else on the coffee table, it seemed like a toothbrush and towel.

    "What about others?"

    "Mr. Jiang got up and went for a run this morning."

    He Jingchuan raised his eyebrows: "I didn't notice that he paid so much attention to exercise."

    The chef brother smiled and started busy again.

    He Jingchuan went to wash up. Although he didn't take a shower last night and his clothes were a little wrinkled, this did not affect Master He's narcissism at all. He cleaned himself up and when he went out, Jiang Beiyu came back.

    He was wearing shorts that reached above his knees and loose white short-sleeved shirts. It was obvious that he had just returned from a run and was still a little sweaty, but his state after exercise was obvious. He had the youthfulness of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.  feel.

    He Jingchuan suddenly felt confused, "Why do I look like a businessman who smells like copper compared to you?"

    Jiang Beiyu was about to go upstairs to take a shower and change clothes. Hearing this, he turned around and asked meaningfully, "Aren't you?"

    He Jingchuan: ""

    Well, he is.

    He loves the smell of copper.

    "Why didn't you call me last night?"

    "I saw you were sleeping so soundly, so I stopped barking," Jiang Beiyu laughed, with amusement in his auspicious eyes, "What's wrong, my sofa here is not comfortable enough?"

    He Jingchuan: ""

    Jiang Beiyu didn't bother to talk nonsense to him and turned around to go upstairs. Because he had just finished exercising, his whole body was sweating and hot.

    When Jiang Beiyu put his hand on the doorknob to unscrew it, his other hand had already lifted up his shirt and was about to take it off. When he entered the door, he had almost taken off his shirt.

    Finally, after closing the door and turning around, I met a pair of big eyes that had just woken up and were still a little confused.

    Jiang Beiyu: ""

    It¡¯s sloppy.

    Forgot that there was another person in the room.

    Jiangbei Yu, a young man in his twenties, put on his clothes silently in a few moments.

    Finally, the little girl said: "Teacher Jiang, you have a good figure." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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