Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don’t Mess Around!

Chapter 311 teaches him to dress

Xia Jinyuan, who is facing her back, really didn’t notice her dilemma. I was thinking about which one to wear and what to wear.

The Tibetan girl is holding the “Lee Rules” that Tibetans usually wear, which is commonly known as labor clothes.

“Little fox, I was stumped by the clothes of the Tibetan compatriots. I put it on a short white shirt. I’m left, big, right, and so on… Come on, can you help me see if I wear it?” Xia Jinyuan turned Body, pulled a short white shirt, “I can’t imagine how much time it takes for Tibetan compatriots to wear clothes every day. You have to point and point me to make it. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee how long I have to wear clothes in the tent.”

Just a few of them were afraid of chaos. They washed a snow bath in the river. At this time, he changed his clothes in the tent and changed it to the present. He still didn’t know that the group’s intentional bias in Han Han. Underneath, what will be thought of with a full brain.

Ye Jianyi listened, this is her eyes closed, she had to open her eyes, … and wait for the “landscape” in front of her eyes, Ye Jian is playing a “crack” in her heart, Rao is she has calmed down, or is shaking The lower eye.

Xia Jinyuan, wearing a short-sleeved shirt with white crepe and brocade, is several times more **** than before.

The wide placket opens, so that if the chest muscles of the beautiful texture are looming, the white ones are transparent, and the sly outlines the narrow waist. When he breathes, the chest is slightly undulating, even with a **** belly. The muscles also undulate.

One move and one quiet, one quiet and one move, Ye Jian felt that the frequency of his breathing was undulating along with his abdominal muscles.

“You put Chuba on, it’s a cotton, woolen sewing round neck wide-sleeved robes to wear.” Ye Jian gently raised his finger, the long, smooth, jade-like arms in the sunlight into the tent, With fine velvet light, such as the layer of smooth pearly.

Xia Jinyuan’s gaze glided gently over her bare arm, dark lining: it was a normal choice to block her last night.

I am too prescient, the skin of the little girl… Under the ultraviolet light of the plateau, it is still tender to the same as the egg that peeled the shell. The tenderness of the water is really good.

Retracting the line of sight, this began to wear under her guidance.

“Then I took the colorful flower belt, yes, it was, Chuba was around the waist…”

Xia Jinyuan picked up the red, green, blue, purple, and seven-color wool long strips and smiled. “This is a good-looking one. I used to wait for the next trip, and bring this one back.”

“Artwork, hurry up!” Ye Jian, who still had a heart to talk to him, urged: “Chuba is tied around the waist, the two sleeves are crossed by the front abdomen and the back is tied to the waist. ……”

In the tent, Ye Jian pointed out how Xia Jinyuan put on his Tibetan clothes. From the inside out, he taught him which one to wear first and which one to wear. .

Outside, Han Han, who had already been dressed, had several people biting their teeth one by one, and they were waiting for the Q King who couldn’t even wear the clothes.

“I don’t believe it, he won’t even wear a dress!” J5 is laughing and talking, but how to look at it, how can it look sinister, “We are all dressed, and he still needs a student.” Pointing! Don’t lose people!”

The four people came to bid farewell to Xia Jinyuan. The things in the village have been dealt with. The murdered herders have now taken the burial area where only Tibetans can enter.

And they will immediately rush back to the station, and at the same time report the information they have.

(End of this chapter)