It was almost eleven o'clock, and his son and niece in the next room had not come back, so Zeng Yu picked up his mobile phone and made a call to Wang Jian.

"Tick Ring, Bell ......" The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

"What is this Wang Jian doing??," Jian's mother muttered, and began to turn out the number of her niece Zeng Jingrong again, and dialed Zeng Jingrong.

"Tick Bell Bell ......" still no one answered.

"It's weird! What the hell are the two little guys doing? Why don't you answer the old lady's call?" Zeng Yu looked

With the mobile phone that no one answered, his brows furrowed, and his face was puzzled, "Maybe I'm going to eat supper!" Forget it, don't wait for the two little ghosts, love will come back when you want, the old lady will go to bed first!" Zeng Yu said to himself, and after finishing speaking, he shoved the mobile phone into the pillow, fell on the bed, and went directly to bed.

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It was already late, and the back kitchen of the "Jianjian Bun Shop" with the shutter closed, but the lights were bright, as bright as day.

There are two people in the back kitchen, one man and one woman, standing and squatting.

Standing was a small man with a delicate face and a handsome face like a male elf in the elf world, but only 159 in height.

At this time, the little man's face was red and white, and he looked embarrassed.

"Sister Jingrong...... Right...... I'm sorry, I ...... I don't know about you...... Your 'relative' is coming...... Coming......" For a while, Wang Jian, who only felt regretful, lowered his head, like a child standing in front of the teacher who had done something wrong, and didn't dare to look at Zeng Jingrong's face at all.

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An hour ago, after his sweet words, both verbal and handy, and wasted all his strength, back and forth, like a grinder, at least ten or twenty minutes of grinding, before finally moving his loyal cousin, in the other party's "babbling", half pushing and half pushing, finally this pretty cousin he used to think about day and night, and now he dreams of it, has always wanted to do it, but he didn't dare to do it.

The time of the office was an hour ago.

The location is right next to this kitchen counter full of flour.

The excitement, excitement, and happiness described by countless literati as if ascending to the immortal are naturally impossible to describe for some well-known reasons.

After the incident, Wang Jian only felt extremely excited, infinitely heroic, full of ambition, full of pride, full of hope for life and the future!

The world is so big, where can't you go?

The beauty of the world, what's not worth it? It's so fucking worth it, right?

After finishing the incident, Wang Jian went to the toilet, hastily cleaned up with paper towels, and returned to the back kitchen, intending to pull his pretty cousin to continue to be tired for a while, "continue the front edge", "plum 0 open 020 degrees", and continue the wonderful journey just now. Although the first wave has only passed for less than five minutes, the second wave has started again, and a certain little guy in his body seems to be moving again.

Wang Jian, who returned to the back kitchen, saw that Zeng Jingrong not only put on his pants, but also draped the professional coat he had taken off just now on his shoulders.

At first, he didn't care, but he felt that the first person to describe "women are made of water" described it really fucking good, really fucking wonderful, really fucking accurate and authentic!

However, within a few seconds, just as he was about to walk up and pull up his pretty cousin who was squatting on the ground, "Mei 0 Kai 0 20 degrees", suddenly, Wang Jian's breathing was stagnant, his eyes were wide open, and a pair of "beautiful eyes" were almost bulging out of his eye sockets!

I saw that the paper towel used to wipe the floor in my cousin's hand actually appeared in a dazzling red!

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"I didn't ...... It's nothing ......" Seeing Wang Jian go and return, squatting on the ground, Zeng Jingrong, who was mechanically and instinctively wiping the "stained water traces" on the ground with a tissue, trembled and said with a panicked face.

The scene at this time made her extremely embarrassed and shy, her brain was also blank, confused, unable to think effectively, whether it was her body or mind, she was still in that never-before-seen afterglow, as if floating in the afterglow of the clouds, fluttering, loading, loading, floating.

"I'm sorry, Sister Jingrong, it's really ...... I'm really sorry...... It's all my fault...... I just ...... Too...... It's too impulsive...... I can't control it at all......" Wang Jian still looked regretful, walked up to Zeng Jingrong, lowered his eyebrows, and sincerely apologized.

Some colors began to appear in my mind like a blank sheet of paper, and thoughts, reason, and emotions began to flow back. Zeng Jingrong was stunned, lowered her head, and her flying gaze shifted to her hand for the first time.

In her hand was a crumpled ball of paper towels, most of which she had just taken from the dining table outside, most of which had been wet with a little bit of water, and the wet marks were dotted with a little bright red color, like broken red flowers.

In an instant, countless memories began to flow back.

On the wedding night of excitement and excitement, the husband who was sweating profusely, did not lift, no matter what, all the ways were exhausted, and the husband's one just couldn't lift it......

Since then, her husband has been avoiding her and not wanting to touch her, and the two share a bed, but they have different dreams.

The husband began to drink heavily, began to stay home often at night, began to spend all day drinking, and fooled around with those indiscriminate women who could let him "lift up" on the occasion of the county's lustful dogs and horses!

"Perhaps, he's okay, it's my own problem. Zeng Jingrong, who didn't understand this aspect and was ashamed to ask people, thought wildly, and also acquiesced to her husband's fooling around outside.

What if not?

Li Lao Liu was her first man.

And this first man, on the wedding night, when he did that kind of thing with her, he couldn't lift it, but when the other party was with other women, he mixed up and frequently lifted up, what is the reason why this is not herself?

"Perhaps, in my life, I have not enjoyed the life of 'man 0 joy 0 woman 0 love'!" When she was lonely and lonely, and her husband was not around, Zeng Jingrong often thought sadly.

However, now, looking at the dazzling red flowers on the tissues, thinking about the wonderful experience just now, which was like riding a cloud car and rushing into the clouds, feeling that even if it died, it was worth it, but Zeng Jingrong realized for the first time at this moment:

No problem with her herself!

She's good herself!

The problem is her husband Li Lao Liu!

Thinking about the past two years, her husband looked at himself like a snake and scorpion, because he had been infertile and caused by the suspicion and white eyes of his parents-in-law, the countless lonely and lonely days and nights with nowhere to say and could only resist hard, for a while, Zeng Jingrong only felt infinitely wronged and infinitely sad.

"Wow......" Zeng Jingrong couldn't hold back any longer, sat on the ground, covered her face with her hands, and cried loudly.