"Oh. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The man turned to Mani in confusion, and suddenly his face changed dramatically, and he squeaked, "You...... Why are you not wearing clothes? ”

"What do you say? How could I have no clothes on, I was wearing the most traditional fisherman's shirt. Mani said as she shook the corners of her clothes with her hands.

The left cardigan, the most traditional costume of Asian fishermen, has no collar, short sleeves, and the hem of the clothes is split on both sides.

The placket is open on the left, in order to avoid the clothes from being entangled with the net and fishing line when the right hand is facing the wind, and the tight and exposed arms are on the one hand for the convenience of work, and on the other hand, it is also to show the woman's figure.

It is a woman's nature to love beauty.

Hearing Mani's answer, the man frowned, closed his eyes again and slowly opened them, this time, he saw Mani's clothes, red tight-fitting short-sleeved shirts, and slender white arms.

However, at the moment when he contracted his pupils due to tiredness, the scene of Fang Cai clearly floated in front of his eyes, and the clothes on Mani's light figure disappeared suddenly, and he saw a beautiful young carcass, from the delicate and firm breasts, the slender waist, to the pale black fullness between the legs, all in front of him.

Perspective, is this perspective? I, Wang Qiang, actually have the same perspective ability as Tang Ren.

Perspective is a good thing, and every man with a colored heart, or rather, all men, to be exact, aspires to have the ability to see through.

And now Wang Qiang doesn't have any thoughts, every part of his body is swollen, which is different from ****, **** is upright, and edema is weak. He can only look at everything in front of him as an artist.

Delicate, full, mysterious, great. It is like a beautiful work of art, giving birth to a brilliant brilliance.

Art is also a good thing, it seems to cover everything that is dark.

"What's your name? Is it Thai? Mani asked suddenly.

Wang Qiang hurriedly withdrew his eyes, licked his swollen lips, and replied with a smile: "My name is Wang Qiang, not Thai." ”

"Wang Qiang, are you Chinese?" Mani's whole body trembled, and the bulging part trembled slightly.

Wang Qiang nodded.

Mani's grandfather came in and was right in front of Mani, and Wang Qiang unconsciously closed his eyes.

Fortunately, Mani's grandfather spoke very little, and he spoke a Thai country dialect, so he knew that it was difficult to talk to Wang Qiang, so he told Mani a few words, and spent most of his time taking care of his dilapidated fishing boat.

"What did your grandfather say?" Wang Qiang asked.

"He said that your body can't see the light now, and you have to slowly and naturally dehydrate so that you can recover better."

"I know that if you put me on the beach now, I might be older than your grandfather when I'm out of water." Wang Qiang said with a smile.

"Hehe, you're swollen like this, and you can still laugh?"

Throughout the afternoon, this dilapidated sea house became the world of Wang Qiang and Mani. The two kept communicating, talking and laughing.

Wang Qiang slowly learned everything, and he was in a small island in the Gulf of Thailand called Kalin, which is Mani's hometown, and it takes about five to seven hours to get to Pattaya by fishing boat. Mani grew up in the city of Bangkok with his parents, and his father is now a diplomat who works for the Royal Thai Family. Under his father's strict requirements, Mani has done well in his studies and is currently studying journalism at the Faculty of Communication at Bangkok University. This weekend is here to experience the country life with grandpa.

The two chatted until sunset, and Wang Qiang's body slowly dehydrated and recovered, and he looked much more normal.

The part of Wang Qiang's body was also dehydrated, and he lay on the bed like a wooden man, not daring to see through the girl in front of him again. After all, Wang Qiang is a man in his thirties, he can control his hands and feet, but he can't control the most primitive desires of human nature, he doesn't want to announce to the girl that his body is back to normal with the **** between his legs.

Thinking of this, Wang Qiang had a respect for Tang Ren, a normal man with the ability to see, and seemed to have experienced the torment that others could not imagine. It will certainly take some time to calm down this kind of man's physiological reaction, and his first example at the moment is a gynecologist.

Twilight.

Mani helped Wang Qiang out of the sea house, and the two sat on the beach together, quietly looking at the endless sea in front of them, and the sky gradually became dark.

"After your face is swollen, you still look quite handsome." Mani said with a smile.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Then you want to know why I jumped into the sea?"

"Why?"

"To save a girl, she's as beautiful as you."

"Really?"

"Yes, she's not out of danger yet, and I'm going to get out of here tomorrow."

"Where are you going?"

"Bangkok."

"I'm going back to Bangkok tomorrow to study, and we can go together."

"Hmm."

……

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A temple on the outskirts of Bangkok.

The old grandson settled Qin Lu and Xiaoxiao, called the Golden Tooth Tang aside and gave him some advice, and then left the temple.

"Where did he go?" Xiaoxiao asked Golden Tooth Tang.

"Leave him alone, a stinky, hard old stone." Tang Ren smiled, revealing a mouth full of gold teeth.

"You have to answer me." Xiaoxiao's face was stern, and she asked again, "Did the old grandson go to find him?" ”

"Well, I'll answer you, yes."

"I'm going too." After speaking, Xiaoxiao was about to rush out.

Tang Ren grabbed Xiaoxiao in an almost pleading tone, "Eldest sister, you have already made trouble all the way, can you stop a little?" ”

"You let me go." Xiaoxiao tore.

Tang Ren reluctantly turned his gaze to Qin Lu.

Qin Lu sighed softly, "Xiaoxiao, listen to Sister Lulu's words, sit down first, you can't help if you go." ”

After some persuasion, Xiaoxiao finally stopped making noise, sat on the bench, and was silent.

Tang Ren couldn't help but ask Qin Lu, "Is Xiaoxiao really Wang Qiang's daughter?" ”

"I don't know." Qin Lu shook his head.

"Of course not." When Xiaoxiao heard this sentence in a daze, she actually interjected, "How could I be his daughter?" A faint tone.

"But you called him dad at the time?" Tang Ren asked.

"You heard me wrong." A cold tone.

Tang Ren was speechless, unhappy in his heart, this girl is really enough, how can she say that she also has credit for saving her this time, she doesn't thank her, she doesn't say it, and she is so lukewarm to herself.

Qin Lu also had her own questions, she really didn't believe that Wang Qiang would have a seventeen-year-old daughter. But what if everything is true? Who is Xiaoxiao's mother, and what kind of story does she have with Wang Qiang? herself, what kind of woman is she in Wang Qiang's eyes? Is it really just because she has been so rude and shameless to herself so repeatedly because he was originally a nasty man?