Awakened by Yang Maosheng's cry of pain that almost tore the roof of the house, the jailer, whose dream was shattered halfway through, was stunned for a moment, and when he found himself in a cell, he couldn't help but be annoyed and angry when he remembered that he was on duty. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He was a little annoyed, but the sleepiness hit him again, so he just kicked the table leg and scolded twice, mixed with indistinct curses and foul language greeting the other party's family.

"Wang Er, don't care about those bastards. The other yawning man looked behind him dissatisfiedly, plucked out his aching ear, and muttered, "Go back to sleep, you won't have to sleep when the cell boss returns." ”

Feeling that what his colleague said was very reasonable, the jailer known as Wang Er suppressed his rising anger, frowning and brewing sleepiness.

Wei Feng was overjoyed when he saw that the plan was promising, and raised his hand to make some noise, but Yang Maosheng behind him stood up in a strange posture holding his squeaky nest, and said gloomily:

"The young general is very smart, knowing that I can't afford to hurt the most squeaky nest, and still pick such a heavy ruthless hand in this place?"

"Uncle Yang, hurry up and lie down, how can you pretend to be sick if you don't lie down?" Wei Feng was a little inexplicable, turned his head with a smile, and said sincerely: "Because Uncle Yang is always restrained and doesn't dare to shout loudly, no, he shouted very ecstasy just now......

"I'll let you lose your soul!" Yang Maosheng saw that he was not in shape, and when he was annoyed, he raised his hand and slapped Wei Feng's ass. He has been in Beiguan all the year round, and he has done the hard work again, this time his hands are very strong, and there is a loud crackling sound, and it is Wei Feng's turn to cover his ass with both hands, and he can't help but burst out with a tragic wail on tiptoe.

"Uncle Yang, you're crazy!" Wei Feng endured the pain of the fire on his buttocks, gritted his teeth and choked a few words from between his teeth, but he didn't expect that at this time, his own Uncle Yang was also so improper, and he couldn't help but scolded in a low voice, "If you make trouble for me again, I'll ask my father to go back and cure you!"

For some reason, Yang Maosheng looked at Wei Feng like this, and he was not annoyed in his heart, but inexplicably laughed.

Is it because I have watched this child grow up since I was a child, and I am used to seeing his hippie smiling face, but I can rarely see his true emotions, and I feel sorry?

"Ouch, I've got a lot of skills. When Lao Tzu was beating the barbarians, you were still peeing and running around!" Yang Maosheng's eyes lit up, and he was about to pounce on Wei Feng again, a pair of rough big hands waved in the dirty air, thinking of finding an opportunity to slap Wei Feng's ass hard, making Wei Feng anxious and jumping, it was best to see this child's sincere annoyance.

Wei Feng, who had been beaten by Yang Maosheng several times in a row, had a slightly red cheek of shame, covering his buttocks, just about to get angry, how did he know that Yang Maosheng said quietly: "I didn't expect our major general of the Wei family to use his internal strength to beat me?"

Wei Feng, who was about to give Yang Maosheng a good look when his luck was halfway through, was stunned when he heard this, his face flashed with shame, he bit his lip and deflated, trying to deal with it with fists and feet, who knew that today's Yang Maosheng didn't know what medicine he had taken wrong, his hands were very strong, Wei Feng was full of strength, the two of them were up and down, the more they rolled, the more energetic they became, pinching each other's sore spots, hugging each other's arms and thighs, trying to suppress each other.

There's still no end to it!

Wang Er, who was disturbed by a cry of pain, finally couldn't bear it anymore, got up and came to Wei Feng's cell, raised his eyes, and was suddenly stunned again.

I saw that in the cell, an old man and a young man, the two hugged each other tightly, the younger young man was full of embarrassment and horror, ruthlessly pressed down by the older uncle, and the uncle who was pressed above had no shame, and pressed the young man's hands and feet with his elbow with a smug smile, perhaps because he had not yet discovered the arrival of the jailer, and patted the young man's upright buttocks with obscene eyes, and let out an obscene laugh.

"What are you doing!" Wang Er was distracted for a moment, his face immediately became serious, and he scolded with a gloomy face, "They are all locked in, and there is leisure...... Huh?"

Wei Feng and Yang Maosheng were trapped each other's hands and feet, and when they heard this, they subconsciously turned their heads and glanced at each other, and embarrassment swelled up, only then did they know that the jailer had probably misunderstood something. It's just that Wei Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, and a hint of a playful smile crossed his eyes when he looked at Yang Maosheng.

Yang Maosheng's vigilance flashed in his heart, and the strength in his hand was relaxed, and he wanted to stand up, but Wei Feng's hand suddenly raised inward, pulled Yang Maosheng, who wanted to stand up, and lay straight under Yang Maosheng, looking at the prison guard with a look of disdain outside the prison door with a frightened face, and shouted delicately: "My lord!

This change was too sudden, especially a dark-skinned border boy with a scar on his face suddenly shouted at the jailer outside the door in the tone of a girl in a green building, which made Wang Er have the illusion of "Uncle come in to play" in a trance.

Wang Er shook his head violently, put on a serious face and knocked on the railing with his saber hard, and shouted angrily at Yang Maosheng, who was pressing on Wei Feng: "You, and you, get up for me!"

Before Yang Maosheng, who looked embarrassed, came back to his senses, Wei Feng seemed to be protecting a chaste saint, and pushed Yang Maosheng with a look of shame, and stood up with a rolling belt, covering his aching buttocks with both hands, clamping his legs, and crying to the jailer: "My lord, help! Please let me out, don't stay with this pervert!"

"You!" Yang Maosheng just held back a word with a face full of shame, but Wei Feng turned around coquettishly, pointed at Yang Maosheng with an orchid and scolded sharply: "You bad person! Liar! You said that the young master who asked me to pretend to be the Wei family gave me money, but now not only did he have no money, but he also put me in prison! What time is it now, you still want to me!"

Yang Maosheng didn't want to take another look at Wei Feng's orchid fingers, lest he would laugh out loud, and turned his face weakly, but he thought in his heart what kind of brain Wei Feng was, and actually came up with such a vulgar and disgusting strategy, and inexplicably buckled himself with a hat of "Longyang's good", how many times should he slap his ass before he can get out of his evil breath?

He didn't know that the way he slowly moved his fingers thoughtfully was a sign of a thief's weakness in Wang Er's eyes.

"Good lord, please do well, let me go out to meet the lord in charge, and the lord of the cell will do the same...... In short, let's just say that I admit my guilt, and people want to wear the guilt and make meritorious service. ”

Wei Feng held the wooden fence with both hands, and looked eager and weak to stomp his feet, looking at Wang Er's eyes, he always felt a chill down his spine.

"Don't come to this set, Uncle Ben is not interested in you!" Wang Er looked Wei Feng up and down, touched the saber on his waist, and said angrily: "It's not that I don't pass on the word, but the boss has already explained that I don't see the two of you, so let's stay here for a few days." ”

As soon as his words fell, Wei Feng's brows furrowed imperceptibly, "I don't see you two", it seems that there is still ...... The meaning that I haven't realized yet is in it. (To be continued.) )