Mao Eighteen couldn't refuse, but reason still kept him from speaking.

Five minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door.

Mao 18 walked over and opened the door, and a little girl walked in.

Brother, my name is Hongguo. You're handsome.

Mao Eighteen looked at the girl who came in, maybe it should be called a woman, who knows.

Her hair was pulled up high, and she had a beautiful crystal butterfly on it.

A tight black blouse that highlights the boobs and is bulging.

The waist is very thin, the buttocks are plump and rounded, and a pair of straight legs are a little cramped together.

The miniskirt can only cover the buttocks, and it is estimated that the attractive place will be exposed as soon as you walk.

His skin was pale and his face was painted with light makeup, and his big eyes flashed as if he could speak.

Hongguo was a little embarrassed by Mao Eighteen, and said, does my brother want a full set of services, six hundred yuan.

Mao Eighteen just had all the desires, and the girl's clear eyes were completely crushed, if it was a bewitching woman who came in, Mao Eighteen might not be able to control himself, but in the face of a girl who was much younger than himself, Mao Eighteen moved his mind to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade.

Although this girl may have done it more than once, with different men, but she can't do it with herself, Mao Eighteen can't bear it.

You do it, Mao Eighteen got out of bed and handed the girl a bottle of drink.

Thank you, brother, the girl smiled shallowly.

Mao 18 asked, how old are you.

The girl lowered her head and said, "I'm sixteen."

Mao 18 said, let's go.

The girl looked at Mao Eighteen in surprise and asked, brother, don't you like me.

Mao 18 shook his head and said, I like it.

The girl asked, then why......

Mao Eighteen sighed, because he himself didn't know why.

The girl began to undress and said, "Brother, look, although I am young, I am very well developed, don't refuse me, okay?"

The girl's clothes had been taken off more than half, and Mao Shibai felt as if her throat was burning.

Stick out your tongue and dry lips, it's so fucking cheap.

The girl was stunned for a moment, with tears in her eyes, and said, yes, I am a lowly, but you give me a way not to be cheap, you give it to me.

Mao Shibai lowered his head, lit a cigarette, and said, you are young, you have hands and feet, why can't you do something else, but you want to do this here.

The girl put on her clothes and said, "Brother, you're fucking sick." Now tell me that.

What can I do, I haven't graduated from junior high school, and working as a waiter is 1,500 yuan a month, and my tiring work is not enough to sell medicine to my father.

You rich people just fucking stand and talk without backache, you have money you can be here to be dignified, you can talk about any ideals, but I live at the bottom of society, I don't have any particularly arrogant ideals, I just want to eat well, wear warm clothes, have a bigger house, and have a heating room in the winter, so that I don't get frostbite on my hands.

We are struggling, struggling with the dignity you have trampled on, but you don't see it, your eyes have all the good, the sun fills the room in the morning, and the table is full of fine food.

You will only moan without illness, you will only pretend to be deep, what you suffer is how to spend your money to be happy, and what we suffer is where to go today to earn three meals a day.

Mao Shiba's heart seemed to be violently hit by something, and the feeling of pain and sourness suddenly poured out, he is also a poor person, although he has a lot of money, but it is all other people's charity, not his own struggle.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, Mao 18 said.

The girl asked, is it okay to give me a cigarette, as long as you don't mind kissing for a while, I have the smell of tobacco in my mouth.

Mao 18 threw the cigarette to Hongguo and said, "It's better for girls not to smoke."

Hongguo smiled and elegantly and skillfully lit 325 China.

People are really different, you see that a box of cigarettes smoked is about to top a person's salary for a day. Hongguo sighed.

Mao 18 smiled and didn't speak.

How are you feeling now, are you ready to go to bed? Hongguo asked unabashedly, and the shyness just now seemed to be gone.

Mao 18 said, is it okay to chat with me, I like to listen to you chat.

Hongguo showed a smile on his face and said, brother, you can't do it.

Mao Shibai didn't speak, just smiled lightly, and then got into bed and got into the quilt.

Hongguo also went to bed and leaned on Mao Eighteen's body.

A faint fragrance came from Hongguo's body. Mao 18 felt that his heart was beating again.

Hongguo's little hand was gently placed in Mao Eighteen's palm, cold and soft.

Mao 18 wrapped the quilt in Hongguo and said, tell me your story.

Hongguo sighed and said, do you really want to do this all night.

Mao Eighteen smiled and said, you still have a future, and I am not qualified to destroy it.

Hongguo hugged Mao 18 and said, Brother, I am very clean, today is my first time, I am still a virgin.

Mao Eighteen was very surprised, and said, there must be a story behind you, sue me, maybe I can help you.

Hongguo smiled and said, will you raise me for the rest of your life?

Mao 18 nodded and said, as long as you want.

Hongguo's face showed a happy smile, hugged Mao Eighteen's arm, rested his head on Mao Eighteen's chest, and said, I believe in you.

Mao 18 said, you ......

Hongguo raised his head, his big eyes flickering like the brightest stars in the sky.

Hongguo said, I know what you want to ask. I'll sue you now.

Hongguo lay his head on Mao Shibai's body, put his arms around his waist, and said, You are different from other men. The other men only had one thought when they saw me, they only thought about how to trick me into bed, but you are different.

Mao Shibai smiled and said, I want to too, but I can't bear it.

Hongguo said, this is your good, but sometimes good people don't necessarily end well, just like my father.

Mao 18 said what your father did.

Hongguo said that my father used to be a teacher, a very good teacher. The girls all regard him as the prince charming in their hearts.

My father is talented, but talented people don't necessarily make great achievements.

He offended the principal of the high school because of an incident, so he was sent to a middle school in the countryside, and later to an elementary school in the countryside, and later expelled.

The father began to drink all day, and hardly a day was sober.

My mother ran away with a rich man because of this, and I don't know where I went.