In this era, there is a seven-speed straight-handle mountain bike that is no less than the feeling of driving each other Benben in later generations, you drive a Mercedes-Benz, the other party drives a Mazda, and you drive a BMW. As with all feelings of superiority, this feeling is not so much about how comfortable the car itself can give to the person who owns it, but about a sense of comparative superiority that arises through comparison with other people around him, and more of a spiritual satisfaction.

If you have a good car, if you have a beautiful woman in the back seat, the user experience brought by this to the bike is definitely unforgettable. Now Wang Bo has experienced a kind of pleasure and feeling of "like a man on his back"! The eyes of countless passers-by, in addition to bringing him a little discomfort, are more of an indescribable sense of coolness and superiority!

"This kind of happiness is really superficial!" While enjoying the attention of passers-by, Wang Bo did a self-analysis in his heart, "But I like it! Lao Tzu is a layman, so it will be better for this layman to be happy!"

After dinner, two women, plus a girl, and three women worked together to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, clean up the back kitchen, Zhong Xiaomin went home from work as usual, and the busyness of Wang Bo's family had just begun.

Guan Ping naturally wanted to help. Mother asked Guan Ping to peel two handfuls of garlic, but Wang Jichang was very alert and asked Guan Ping to play outside the kitchen. Guan Ping was a little at a loss, and at this time, Wang Bo came up to play the round and said to Guan Ping:

"Sister Ping, just let my parents come. Let's go, I'll take you to the night market and buy some bedding for you. ”

"I, I brought a quilt. Guan Ping has always felt that she didn't do much for the store today, and a lot of time was spent doing her own things, so she felt guilty, where did she know that this family was preventing her from "stealing secrets".

"It's not that there are no sheets and pillows. I'll take you to buy sheets and pillows. ”

"That's it, Guan Ping. You ask Bo'er to take you to the night market to buy bedding. Just me and your uncle here. Under Wang Jichang's signal, Zeng Fanyu understood his "mistake" just now, and quickly changed his words.

The warm "care" of the family moved Guan Ping inexplicably, and she almost cried again. Guan Ping hurriedly raised her head and blinked her eyes, let some of the tears flow back, and said excitedly: "Uncle Wang, Zeng Niang, as soon as the salary is paid, I will immediately exchange the money you gave me to you." ”

"I'll talk about this later, let's go!" Wang Bo was afraid that if he continued to talk about it, there would be a drama of "selling babies and babies and helping you count money", and no matter what men and women defended, he directly took Guan Ping's hand and walked out, while walking, he also commented on the feel in the palm of his hand: rough, not smooth, and far from the touch when he shook Tianxin's small hand in the afternoon!

"Alas, it seems that it will take a while to restore Guan Ping's rough hands to their old outlook. A man with a fetish for hands and feet let out a sigh full of regret.

"By the way, Bo'er, why don't you buy an extra set of covers and quilts, and you will accompany your sister Ping in the city tonight." Leaving her alone in the city, both you and you are a little worried. At this time, Wang Bo's mother, Zeng Fanyu, added.

What? Let me stay in the city to accompany Guan Ping? Alone with her, under the same roof?

Zeng Fanyu's proposal directly made Wang Bo's heart almost jump out of his chest, and he was so excited that he almost fainted. It wasn't that he didn't want to move to the city immediately, but Guan Ping, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, and his sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who knew everything alone, didn't feel suitable from the point of view of an adult in his thirties. He was not worried that Guan Ping would oppose anything or something, but that he was afraid of his parents' opposition. Therefore, Wang Bo's original plan was to let his mother live in the city to accompany Guan Ping for a few days, he and his stepfather went back to the countryside to sleep, and then recruited a female employee to accompany Guan Ping in a few days to change his mother back. And at that time, he can also move over naturally. At that time, there were two girls in the family, plus a teenage middle school student, and no one would gossip if they knew about it.

But Wang Jichang and Zeng Fanyu obviously don't think as deeply as Wang Bo, and they don't have as many fancy intestines as him, but they just feel that Guan Ping, a teenage girl doll, is not very safe to live in the city, and his family can't afford this responsibility if something happens. Asking your son to take care of it and being a companion has become a natural option.

Another reason is that my son lives in the city, so he doesn't need to get up so early in the morning, and he can go to bed early at night. During this time, Wang Bo went out early and returned late with the two adults, and he had to work overtime to read books at night, Zeng Fanyu was very distressed when he saw it. Even the selfish and self-centered Wang Jichang felt a little sorry for his stepson.

"Yes, Mom. Don't worry, Sister Ping will leave it to me. I will take care of her safety. By the way, when you come over tomorrow, bring me the stack of books and volumes on my desk, including the stationery box, and a few changes of clothes, and I'll be living in the city for most of the time. Wang Bo held back the excitement in his heart and said calmly to his parents.

"Yes. It's books and clothes. I'll bring it to you tomorrow. Guan Ping, come here, I'll explain something to you. After Zeng Fanyu finished speaking to his son, he beckoned to Guan Ping.

"After a long time, you still don't believe your son's determination?" Wang Bo slandered in his heart, seeing his mother pull Guan Ping aside and muttering instructions, Guan Ping kept nodding, and glanced at himself with a smile from time to time, Wang Bo almost didn't have to guess, he knew that his mother must have said something to make Guan Ping pay attention to protect herself.

"Sister Ping, what did my mother say to you?" On the way to the night market, Wang Bo asked Guan Ping, who was sitting in the back seat.

"Hehe, Zeng Niang gave me some money and told me to buy some things. Guan Ping behind him said with a smile.

"Buy, what to buy, wolf guards?" Wang Bo joked.

"What?wolf guard??, what is that?" Guan Ping asked puzzled.

Guan Ping's words made Wang Bo understand that his mother definitely did not let Guan Ping buy a murder weapon to prevent herself, that is, it was related to Guan Ping herself.

"I see. Did my mother tell you to buy bread?"

"What, bread? Didn't you just eat, what did you buy bread?" Guan Ping was still confused. She found that she didn't quite understand many of the words in Wang Bo's mouth.

"Stupid! You female dolls are padded in their panties, boxy, soft, don't they look like bread?"

"Talent...... Not really!" Guan Ping's face turned red as soon as she brushed it.

"Hahaha! Just kidding!"

When Guan Ping entered a small supermarket and was picking eggs, brown sugar and mash in the living area, Wang Bo finally understood what his mother asked Guan Ping to buy. A warm current flowed through his heart like a trickle of water, making his nose a little sour inexplicably.

That night, of course, nothing happened.

After eating Guan Ping's boiled poached eggs, he said that he was almost pouring them himself, and finally let Guan Ping eat two poached eggs. The two watched TV for a while, and when the clock on the wall crossed half past eleven, Wang Bo and Guan Ping said goodnight to each other and entered their bedrooms.

Wang Bo slept in the air-conditioned master bedroom, the largest of the three rooms. He originally planned to put on a show and let Guan Ping sleep in the big house and he slept in the cabin, but the other party chose it as early as the afternoon when he was cleaning

The smallest room, the luggage and everything were moved in, so that his people-friendly show had no chance to perform.

And from this little thing, Wang Bo also saw Guan Ping's character to a certain extent: this is a person who knows his duty.

Wang Bo didn't know how Guan Ping slept that night, but he had a rare insomnia. The reason for insomnia is very simple, I miss a woman.

Women are a thing, they don't know if they don't taste it, they can't forget it if they taste it, and they know the taste of eating the marrow, just like taking drugs. Wang Bo's body is a teenager, a man, but mentally, he is very familiar with the little things between men and women in his memory.

Pinching his fingers, it has been almost half a month since he was reborn, and Wang Bo has also been a monk for half a month. During this period, he couldn't sleep alone, and when he thought about running the train, he didn't think about masturbating a tube to put out the fire, in fact, in his previous life, he often did this kind of thing that almost all boys in the world would do. After his wife separated from him, he almost relied on masturbation, watching films, watching films, and passing the time, dissipating the long nights of loneliness one after another, and only he knew the sadness and helplessness in it.

After being reborn, Wang Bo, after vowing to "have great ambitions and find big money" in this life, made the second grand wish:

In this life, Lao Tzu will never be a masturbator, and he will be in charge of men!

"Grandma's, don't masturbate, take care of the man, then be strong, the possibility of a traitor will rise in a straight line! Why don't you go directly to Guan Ping's bed now? beg for help, Huan?" Wang Bo took out his right hand from his underwear, crossed his hands, pillowed it behind his head, and began to run the train in his mind. The pipe was already as hard as iron, and Wang Bo held the pipe in his right hand for a while, but he just couldn't convince himself to go down. He didn't want to break his oath easily.

People who can easily break even their own vows, even if they are reborn, I am afraid that they will not have much success in the end!

He thinks so.

"Lonely men and widows, and no one else is there, no one will pay attention to her even if she screams and cuts her throat! Besides, don't women all have that once, and after entering, friction and friction will be comfortable. After being comfortable, he didn't care about his previous suspicions, and promised to each other. Do you want to go over?"

"But isn't it a bit unauthentic to be strong like this? The style is not high! TMD is too low-end, isn't it?! This is insulting the 'reborn'! No, no! Like Chen Kun, it is too TM to be a bully with a bow! I will be rich in a short time, I will be a successful person, and a successful person must have the style of a successful person, how can I play the trick played by a ninth-rate talent......

"If the hard one can't be done, then just go on the soft one? Sweet words, mountain alliances and sea vows, draw flatbreads, make big wishes, let you eat and drink spicy, let you wear gold and silver, let you live in a villa, let you drive a BMW...... Tempted, willing, unwilling, willing, so hurry up and spread your legs for my brother, what are you doing so tightly?"

"But there is a problem, Lao Tzu has always been a person who promises a thousand gold! In this life, he rarely says panic in front of women! A spit and a nail, if you say it, you must cash it out! OK, just for the sake of the day B, you have to give Jinshan Yinshan, you have to live in a villa, and you have to open it to Ma Bao, I damn it, is Lao Tzu so stupid B? Selling B is not worth the money!"

"The hard one can't do it, the soft one can't do it, then it's only the spirit to fall in love? But from holding hands, kissing, to getting up and down their hands, and finally hitting the home run, for girls in this era, it can't be done in a day or two!

“……”

In the wilderness of thought, Wang Bo rode a wild horse that had escaped from the reins, letting it gallop freely, until the fog-like sleepiness slowly swept through his active mind, getting wet and dying bit by bit, and finally dragging it into a deep sleep.

That night, Wang Bo had a hearty dream, and when he woke up, he found that his underwear was wet and sticky.

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Thank you for being a good person, the cold north wind, the soul of the ministry is chatting, not the love of the four brothers!