Chen's mother was so ashamed that she twisted her head to the side,

As soon as the little fool said "yes", this handsome god shoe kicked on, knelt on the bed and straightened up, lowered his head, and pulled his pants and drilled into her quilt!

Hearing and giggling again, Chen's mother had to walk out quickly,

The dialect is still staring at the bed,

Han Zhao pressed her with one hand and was still undressing, "Give me a mouthful of milk...... The ......" coat in the mouth is thrown out. Outside, only half of Han Zhao's head with his back could be seen, all covered in a big quilt. I heard the screams again, "Cool!" Hearing Han Zhao's low and uncontrollable "obedient ......"

Fang Yan's arm was suddenly dragged out by Chen's mother, "Look at it!" Where is this storytelling...... Do evil! ”

Fang Yan twisted his head to look at the bed when he came out of the door,

The quilt is surging, like an endless red wave. The little scream is crazy and pleasant, and if you are crazy with her, she will be even more crazy......

The dialect came out, without saying a word, straight out of breath, something was roasted in the throat, and it was very dry.

That's it, and he took out a cigarette to his mouth,

Chen's mother shouted again, "You can't smoke it!" I want to smoke it out, and now I can't smell smoke. ”

With an "oh" in the dialect, I felt confused and put the cigarette away again, casually, "She hates smoking, right?" ”

How do you know that Chen's mother sighed, "It's good if she hates it, and I don't know who taught her to smoke?" ...... "Don't say anything, she lifted the curtain and went out to collect firewood, and she had to burn the stove in this room, and it seemed that she couldn't get in tonight, and she muttered in her heart that she was guilty, and went out."

Fang Yan also followed, bent down to help her collect firewood, and asked,

"She loves chicken legs?"

Ganger Baobao didn't talk about the chicken legs eaten at noon.

Chen's mother didn't stop, "As long as it's meat, I love to eat it." When I first came here, I caught the old hens in the yard every day and told me to stew, but I had no choice but to raise a nest by myself. It's over, don't you say I forgot, I forgot to put away a nest of eggs just laid down. ”

Fang Yan brought the firewood in, and Chen's mother went to collect the eggs.

He can't live this stove, but he can't stand idle, look left and right, there is a stack of waste newspapers over there, just brought over and turned on the lighter to light it, Chen's mother came in with a basket of eggs, seeing this, stunned as if he had killed someone and set fire, and hurriedly ran over and grabbed the newspaper in his hand, "Don't order her newspaper!" She knew it. Originally, the family used to build a house with steel and iron, but now they can only use newspapers to fold the house...... My sister is still doing business, and I don't dare to buy good toys, and I can't read picture books that have been interrupted since I was a child...... "I don't know how many times I folded the old newspaper and put it back in its place......

I definitely didn't understand the dialect, but I didn't make a sound, and helped her make a stove.

The fire was rising, and in a short time the hall was warm.

"You're not leaving tonight?" Chen's mother asked him,

Fang Yan sat on a small stool and held his mobile phone in his hand, and looked at the thick cotton curtain in the upper room, "Don't go." ”

"Then you go to the couch and lean back." Chen's mother brought a small dustpan of soybeans to peel,

When Fang Yan saw it, he put his mobile phone in his pants purse and reached over, "I'll help you peel it." ”

Divide some of him.

"This is grinding soy milk for her?"

"She only drinks milk. This fried her into small yellow beans, she likes to eat ...... when she climbs the tree" Chen's mother only cared about herself, probably realizing that he was looking at herself in confusion, she looked up and smiled, "Sister loves to climb trees and fight sparrows, you see that the tree outside is tall and strong, she doesn't want to come down as soon as she climbs up, eat some small yellow soybeans, crunchy, she can also pass the time." ”

In the hall,

The tongues themselves feel incredible,

One day, he could talk to a peasant woman around the stove while peeling beans all night!

It's all "trivial and trivial"......

Just now, Fang Yan only looked at it head-on and glanced at it again,

Is it because of the lights?

Or, all the "abnormalities" of Han Zhao in front of her gave her too much "paving"? Appetite is too much......

At this glance, the dialect is "drink head-on"!

In the halo, small and directly charming, she sat cross-legged, chirping and pointing where to hit, to be innocent and innocent, to seduce and seduc, to the heart of a man, it is indeed fatal......

No wonder Fang Yan was a little confused when they met for the first time. In the countryside and wilderness, it was the middle of the night, cold and warm, in the room, half-asleep and half-awake, and couldn't contain the charm in the bones...... In terms of dialect, it's not like chatting about the wilderness in the countryside, a scholar on the way to the exam, and a fox spirit is surprised! ……

Of course, compared to dialects, Han Zhao has been deeply poisoned,

However, Rao is that he has long been immersed in her poison and has been unable to extricate himself, and at this time in the bed, he is still "doubled" by her to make life and death......

Under the quilt, you still tell stories? Han Zhao is talking nonsense,

"Ouch, my dear mother! ……”

Yes, it is said that with Han Zhao's style, even if it is extremely cool, he can't shout such words anyway.

However, the confusion is really like losing your heart and going crazy, you want to recruit her, the small and charming energy is pouring out like a tide, say something that shouldn't be said, Han Zhao is really a human god, barely hold on, if he is really an ordinary man who is in a hurry, it is possible to die on her!

Xiao You climbed down from under his navel again, his head arched there like a puppy, Han Zhao's face was as bright as a peach, he grabbed her ankle with one hand, tilted his head, his body was tensed up like a bent arch, and he trembled and collapsed down...... At the beginning, he was Meng Lang, holding her head and putting it down, tsk, she tasted the evil fruit, she was addicted to it as soon as she opened her mouth, and look, in the end, who killed whom!

This night,

In this quilt,

Han Zhaozhen almost "died of all his strength", and he was "going to die" again.

Small and very energetic,

She still holds the milk and drinks,

Han Zhao squinted his eyes, collapsed, and raised his hand to rub her little belly, "You are better than me." ”

He took a sip of it, and there was an ambiguous wet white on his lips, "How can you tell me to leave you,"

Hand fishing, still energetic,

Stick to it again, without a single slit, "Again, let's play a game, okay?"

He looked up at him again, "Hamana Bridge,"

He lowered his head and kissed carefully, "Well, I'll bring it to you right away, but that's not what I'm talking about," his hand grabbed her right knee and put her waist on the waist, and put it in again, you said she was dying, she could move at any time, in any situation, and you could immediately get excited. Before, Yuan Che was the first to taste her power, and now, Han Zhao is even more dead and alive due to a long time...... Han Zhao's five fingers tightly clasped her surging puppy flap, "My little mother-in-law, wait a minute, huh...... Listen to what I'm talking about......" Biting the straw again and already squinting his eyes, Han Zhao couldn't stand it and turned over and pressed her, and said in a trembling voice, "Let's play peek-a-boo, every night I hide in your bed and don't let others find it, you can't tell anyone that I'm in your bed, you have to protect me......"

It's over, Han Zhao has learned it completely.