"They rely on their relationship as husband and wife to bully people---- but no one can see ......," the middle-aged man said......

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"Ju: What are you afraid of? With the protection of your prostitutes, why don't I dare to do it?" Yin He said confidently.

"You say the same: we are together as harmonious as husband and wife, who dares to destroy us, I won't stab and kill him!" Liu Ju gritted his teeth at this time, quite hating others as if he hated himself.

"Ouch, my third finger is also, also, also off!" heard Liu Ju shout loudly, but he just didn't dare to cry out in pain. "Ouch, this dare is the greatest causal curse!" Liu Ju looked at the third finger that had landed on the ground, and said with some awareness.

"Anyway, am I easy? In order to protect a Qinglou daughter for a long time, how many unsightly efforts have I made in private!" Liu Ju looked at Yin He's back, thinking with a somewhat complicated mentality.

"Whoever doesn't have that kind of relationship with him, he will assassinate him to death!" Obviously, these were the words of a man who knew everything inside......

"What do you say, harm others as harm yourself!" A strange woman's voice flickered, as if an inexplicable spirit was inexplicably falling......

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"Ju: It hurts, you just endure it, others are only a wife in a legal marriage contract!" Yin He knew how to be satisfied for the first time in his 46 years of life.

How could this female teacher, who had stood on the podium of a middle school teacher for more than 20 years, be ruined in a moment? How could she dare to admit that there was a secret buried under the huge drama scene?

"Hehe, it's not so much that I love each other deeply, it's better to say that I enjoy the deepest ---- enjoyment ---- human beings!" Yin He couldn't help but smile with satisfaction when he thought of the last two years and eight months of stealing food, and his old and slightly dark face......

Why did a people's teacher in my district get an editor-in-chief of a poetry journal, an associate editor-in-chief of a poetry magazine, and ......

Hehe, thinking of this, Yin He smiled with some satisfaction......

"So, innocent white woman, I have been by their ---- one by one, what can you do?" Yin He said defiantly.

"Where did all the spirit of their relationship with you go?" said the man who had passed by.

"Hehe, those prostitutes of theirs are not just me, a woman in a green building......" Yin He closed his eyes and spit out a hernia and said.

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"Why do you support so many prostitutes?" asked the man, who had been silent all along, whose age was a little difficult to figure out, calmly.

"Hey, big brother: What do you say, what does Qinglou do?" Yin He's mood suddenly changed and he said energetically.

"If a few of them wanted you together, who would you give it to?" the strange man asked, sharply and blitningly.

"Hehe, then let's see who serves this cockscomb flower king well!" said the one named Yin He.

"You say: Is it good to have sex with you while the climber is served?" Yin He's proud hen head suddenly turned red, and she lowered her ......

"Or is it for the sake of your husband and wife, to stifle the innocent poetic genius, and to serve you well?" the strange man asked again.

"Or ......" When the strange man asked again, he found that Yin He was indeed blushing, and he stopped kindly......

"Ju, remember to desperately intensify the bayonet and smear more ----shameless and rickety venom on the bayonet!"

"He: Why did you set up such a big enemy? It's not a small pressure, isn't it?" I just listened to the man who had been broken two and a half and no, three fingers, thoughtful.

"Heh, I can't act---- the other party just doesn't take the bait, it seems that there is only one hard battle......" Liu Ju said without retreat.

"Heh, you rogue editors of poetry magazines---- are you acting like normal people and living like normal editors, okay?" a strange man's voice sounded.

"Hmph! Who is the poet? The poet is an unreasonable argument! A symbol of the innocence of the scoundrel and a scoundrel! I don't understand this?" Liu Ju suddenly confided in the strange man his absolute heart.

"Humans are so ugly!" said the daughter of the moon god with a bad face.

"Baby, you go quickly! as long as there is a place for prostitutes, you can just go!" I heard the man named Liu Ju still endure the severe pain and said.

"No!Ju: You were wounded for the assassination of my enemy, I must ......" The woman spoke, revealing the deep affection that only husband and wife can have.

"Will she leave him, when he really needs her?" the strange man continued.

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"She's really, for the sake of dirty whispers, to make a newly appointed editor look like an old prostitute, or blindly pursue enjoyment, whoever looks handsome will run with whom!" the strange man finally confided the truth......

"Hmph, you know, you look so cold, like a lobster in a dragon robe, if there is really a prostitute who is more handsome and fights better than you, I will definitely ......" Standing in front of Liu Ju, Yin He's heart still said so.

"Silly girls, remember that the more comfortable we are, the better our extramarital ---- sexual function! Remember to live happily for another four years before knowing the destiny of heaven, and if you don't die happily, you will never give up!" Liu Ju was quite dedicated at this time.

He dignified editor of the national journal: Where is the feat of having a woman's sexual ---- exclusively?

Although, only when he is with her, his Dili is at its strongest!

However, it is a great cause for thousands of years, focusing on the overall situation!

What's more, he wants to spread the poetic theory that "poetry is like what ---- do - what love says" as much as possible!

Why did Liu Ju create such a theory of poetry?

Because, he loves the 46-year-old ---- old woman who made him touch himself and let him think.

(To be continued.) )