Dresser, wall mirror, solid wood cabinet, red lip gloss.

This is the Liu Da beauty boudoir that Cao Wumiao is worried about, it can be said to be simple and simple, and she doesn't want to match her gorgeous and addictive appearance, but fortunately, it is clean and spotless, so that people can't find the slightest flaw, and the smell of carmine roses on her body renders the room, faintly smelling of roses blooming in the lotus pond.

This is the first batch of test sites in the county, central heating, so the tedious work of heating the stove does not have to be done by yourself, the morning time can be said to be boring, especially without Zhang Teng, the toad, no one is intruded, there is no TV in this room, she is lying on the bed.

As she said: I am a woman and a villain, and if I offend me, I will be entangled with you.

Liu Feiyang's calf is what she values, and it can be said that at the macro level such as courage and killing, and at the micro level such as ability and strength, it is much beyond her expectations.

Lighting a Marlboro and putting it in his mouth, the perfect body shape and the lazy aura of lying on the bed, if a man in this room rushed in, he would be happy even if he risked his head.

She wore very little, only a pair of pajamas, and except for pajamas, there were no other sundries on her body, and the looming air in some parts was thinking about it, and the smoke that came out of it was reluctant to leave her body.

She didn't move in the past few days, and she didn't deliberately disturb the calf, she knew what it meant not to be crazy and not survive, and she knew what it meant to make it go crazy if she wanted to make it perish, she looked at the smoke floating above her, as if Liu Feiyang's silhouette appeared, the figure that came out of Furong Manor that day was vivid, the straight waist made her love and hate, Zhang Teng had this waist in the past, but they gradually bent down in the ordinary days, and finally jumped up and stood up, only in the eyes of some people.

Liu Qingqing smiled flatly in his mouth, sat up slowly, looked at his slender and fair-skinned, and almost bare thighs to the roots, and scolded himself in his mouth, "Little calf, if you bend down, why not ride on me?"

He put the cigarette in his mouth, took two heavy puffs, blinked his mesmerizing eyes, and threw the remaining half into the ashtray next to him.

It seemed to be sitting in Zhang Teng's car again, her eyes became a little blurred, and after five minutes of stunned, she came back to her senses and got off the bed, and the pajamas that were originally at the base of her legs slipped down to cover her thighs.

In the ancients, the feet were the most important part of a woman, and even between husband and wife were rarely exposed, at this time, she was not stingy with her spring-like foot skin, so naked exposed to the air, stepping on open-toed slippers, sitting in front of the dresser, picking up lip gloss and carefully applying it on her lips.

Women, like all women, are either gentle or wild in bed, but on the other side of this mirror, the most gentle side of women is revealed.

Liu Qingqing is no exception, her movements are slow to elegant, and her gestures have a bit of the grace of a spring outing.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her lips became redder and redder, and then she put down her lip gloss with satisfaction, and muttered to herself, "Liu Qingqing, there are not 10,000 but 8,000 men in Zhongshui County who want to ride you, which onion is he? Just because he has a stiffer waist than others? Haven't you sworn that you don't trust men anymore in this life? He... It's no exception!"

It is undeniable that Liu Qingqing speaks a little inexplicably, and if all her details are put into the public eye, she will be considered a madman, looking at her legs, talking to herself, and finally painting her blood-dripping red lips.

However, when she took out her clothes from the closet and changed them, the eldest sister's appearance returned to the same as before, pushed open the door, and looked at the vast world outside the door, "I'm still me, Liu Qingqing!"

At this moment, the craziest thing that happened was not the cry of this serpent-like woman, but at home.

The second child was beaten that day with a blue nose and swollen face, and he had some self-esteem since he entered the house, and he didn't walk out of this yard.

When she came back that day, Widow Zhang was also there, and she did not deny that this was a warm-hearted woman, as a person who came over, she saw that An Ran's body had not changed, but she was not sure, after all, it had been more than ten or twenty years since that night, and she had been carefully enlightened to the end, and she did not draw conclusions from An Ran, mainly because it was difficult to talk about whether she was put to bed.

When she got home, it was almost dawn, and all the discs on the TV had been played, but when she saw that the quilt was still in the shape of her hurrying away, she couldn't help but blush, and even raised her hand to give herself a mouth, secretly scolding herself for being so careless.

Sitting on the kang, it seemed that he saw the figure of the little calf on the ground, at a loss.

She was so angry and funny, she couldn't help but imagine a beautiful picture in her mind, and finally had to sigh leisurely.

As an adult, and has experienced great changes in the family, she already has a certain ability to control, she knows that since she has begun to fantasize, and she will laugh when she thinks of that little calf, this kind of sign is very bad, and she must be suppressed, so she has not been to the next house for the past few days, and she has not seen how Enron is doing.

But she could control it, but the little calf couldn't.

First he was a man, then he was a virgin, and finally he was tempted.

Together, these three factors are destined to toss and turn every night, difficult to fall asleep, and even if he falls asleep, he and an unknown girl are rolling on the kang, and he is also very strange that he has never dreamed of Widow Zhang.

There is little interest in watching TV, and he began to learn to be in a daze, there is the appearance of Widow Zhang squatting on the ground to pee that day, the appearance of her lying on the kang, and the appearance of being beaten by Qian Liang that day, when he returned home, two injured hearts snuggled together, this messy mind made him bored with everything, and just wanted to see Widow Zhang.

The face that has not been favored by the years too much, the body that is still quite tight, and the body that has been wrapped under clothes all the year round, striped and striped.

He jumped down from the kang, turned out Liu Feiyang's dry smoke, and nervously rolled a cigarette.

"Zira"

lit it with a match, took a puff and was choked and coughed violently, but the more he coughed, the more he wanted to suck hard, and finally his face was suffocated, and he threw the cigarette to the ground and trampled it out.

"Spicy next door, suffocating, really fucking panicking"

He cursed angrily, then stood up, without any purpose, he actually walked out of the door and came to the door, he was only wearing a sweater, and he couldn't withstand the cold north wind, but miraculously, he didn't feel cold, and there was a faint heat rising in his body.

The little calf finally couldn't bear it, gritted his teeth and walked to the base of the wall, looking at the reflective glass, he knew that there was a woman sitting on the kang head, probably doing something that could not be seen by outsiders, the more he thought about it, the hotter his body became, his breathing began to become uneven, and he began to look at the ground of the courtyard, looking for any traces of widow Zhang squatting on the ground to pee.

Finally, his eyes were fixed on one place, where the snow seemed to be a little thin, just particles of snow blown up by the wind.

His eyes began to breathe fire, and his mouth became dry.

"his uncle, if he dies, who else can he scare to death!" The tiger energy of his spear and stabbing the three tigers came up again, completely ignoring the consequences, put his hands on the wall, and suddenly rode on the wall.

"Bang..."

The body fell steadily into the courtyard, lowered his head, walked quickly, walked to the door, reached out and grabbed the doorknob, pulled the door open and walked in, the little calf has now entered a state of selflessness, and then pushed open the door of the inner room, and shouted at Widow Zhang who was sitting on the kang without the slightest hesitation.

"Sister Zhang, I want to sleep with you"