Thinking like this, there was another commotion in Maolin's body. He ran out and closed the door, and closed the door of the pot house. Xue'e guessed his thoughts, and said hurriedly, don't be crazy, I have to spread pancakes. Mao Lin didn't care about it, and tucked his paws into Xue'e's front coat, regardless of Xue'e's anger, he still kneaded her **. Kneaded Xue E's whole body gradually soft, she couldn't burn the fire, and she couldn't spread the pancakes, she just panted vigorously. The more this happens, the more it causes the forest to smoke and fire. He simply moved his paw down, through the loose waistband of his pants, down his smooth belly, all the way to Xue'e's crotch. went crazy between the crotch doors that had already been sticky, causing Xue'e to let out a trembling voice. Maolin became more and more arrogant. He tore off the girdle cloth rope of the two of them a few times, leaned on the edge of the kang in the pot house, and let Xue'e sit on the crotch of his legs, and entered her body tightly. He twisted Xue'e's body with his thick arms, lifting and grinding hard, and making "squeak" sounds from time to time. By the time the two of them were exhausted, they had already finished a meal. The fire under the slab has long been extinguished, and not even the sparks are left.

After tidying up her clothes, Xue'e washed the dirty liquid on her hands, and went to make a fire to stand pancakes. She said while she was busy, I have to tell the full moon what my mother-in-law said, and tell her to pay attention. If there is no shadow, let her have a number in her heart. If it's true, she's going to have to be on guard. Don't make any foreign appearances when you arrive, you won't be able to raise your head for the rest of your life.

Mao Lin said, you are full and have nothing to do, foolishly. If she wants to catch the adulterer, let her catch her. Wouldn't it be nice for us to watch the play next to us? Where can I find such a harmony?

Xue'e said, you men, you are indiscriminate. Those who have the courage to think blindly, but those who do not have the courage to steal fish. I don't talk about it on my lips, but I think about these nonsense things in my heart. I always want to see other people's jokes, what are the group's things?

At first, Mao Lin thought that Xue'e had noticed his thoughts and intended to tell him. He didn't dare to fire the cannon again, but in his heart he wished that his mother-in-law would block the door of the house and arrest the adulterer, and see where her full moon face was placed, and it could be regarded as revenge for his own collision.

Within a few days, rumors began to spread in the village, and the more they spread, the more evil they became. The village was muttering everywhere about how the full moon and Technician Qin got along. Especially the women who are busy with the New Year, they are so busy that their feet are facing the sky all day long, but their mouths have been idle, and they are just chewing on these ambiguous things that don't blush when they talk about it, and they feel hot when they think about it.

The small Xinghua Village is like a calm pond dam on weekdays, with no wind, no rain, no waves. The villagers who are clean and tired live in such an environment all day long, and their hearts are light. After a long time, there is an urgent need for something that stimulates people's nerves to stimulate these dull and boring days. The ambiguous interaction between Man Yue and Qin Technician just met this need of the villagers. Moreover, the full moon is a widow who has lived alone for many years, and the Qin technician is a man who has been widowed for many days. Because of the widow status of the full moon, this kind of thing is more and more ambiguous and exciting. It's like a pebble thrown into a calm pond at once. The water was churning, the waves were jumping, and even the sound was clearly ringing in people's ears. The busy days of the New Year are already festive and lively, and with the addition of such a good seasoning, the soup is thicker, the flavor is stronger, and the taste is ten times better than in previous years.

Rumors are like the wind that grows on the legs and feet, pervasive, seamless and does not drill. During the day, it flows between the mouths of women, and at night it breeds and multiplies in the bed of two people, and from time to time it gives birth to new content and new tricks. The next day, it wandered between the woman's mouths and in the bed of the husband and wife at night. This cycle repeats itself, so that the sharp tips of the buds that have just exposed the soil instantly grow into a large tree with deep roots and strong branches. No one can ignore its existence, and they are happy to lean under the trees and talk about their conjectures. Whoever has great ability will never want to cut it down or destroy it.