Chapter XI

Why is Lolita hooked. Because there is a kind of beauty in her that seduces maturity and overflows with lust. It's just like the words "drunk flower yin". The pores of every word reveal eroticism and sexual encounters. It is drunk and falls in the shade of flowers. It is also to get the flower yin drunk. It is even more to shoot the flowers and railings.

Gong Xiaoyue watched the father and daughter go upstairs. Impetuous mind. People sit firmly in the car. The eyes are gloomy. But. At all costs. I can't touch the breath in my chest that is held by the "forbidden feeling".

It's like being in a bomb shelter as a child. A few of them secretly learned to smoke. There was no night. There was no blue sky. There are no healthy strong girls. Time is thick like paste. Suddenly. Aunt Hu barged in.

Aunt Hu is a cow. Big hang down your knees. Never wear a milk mask. Declare the state regulations. Female employees of military industrial units. It has made outstanding contributions to national construction. Retired at the age of fifty. At the age of sixty, you can do without a milk cover. At the age of sixty-five, you can go without underwear. At the age of seventy, you can hit someone without breaking the law.

Then. Aunt Hu is sixty-three. Every day I look forward to living to be seventy years old. Aunt Hu wrapped her little feet. But born with divine powers. Door latches of average quality are kicked open with one kick. The local chronicle of their compound is recorded. In broad daylight. Office working hours. Aunt Hu broke in. Up to five pairs of adulterers and adulteresses are caught in bed in a month. He took the stage to receive the award together with the famous local sparrow hunting king at that time.

Now. Aunt Hu followed the smell of smoke and kicked the door of their group of puppies' air-raid shelter. Almost kicked into the bomb shelter. Fortunately, Comrade Gong Xiaoyue has calm when facing major events. mentioned the big flashlight of the tiger head brand. Rushed to the mouth of the bomb shelter. greeted Aunt Hu. Stick out your tongue. Harazi ruler length. The flashlight shines on the head from the bottom up. The tongue is red. Harazi is silver and shiny. Aunt Hu was paralyzed immediately. But. Comrade Gong Xiaoyue also left a shadow. The pair of huge tits that collapsed trembled and trembled...

At that time, it was also like a "sense of forbiddenness" that could not be rushed out now. It seems to be surrounded by tits. That. Gong Xiaoyue was whipped a few times by his father with a military rubber band belt. The guards gave their lives to save the car. to survive.

Gong Xiaoyue frowned slightly. Lit a cigarette. Unconsciously looked at the house of the rice worm whore on the third floor. The lights in her house are on and off. And he. It turned out that the smoke was extinguished one by one. Sat all night.

Thinks a lot. It's boring for a while. After a while, he was indignant.

Hate glared at her room. When you are weak. Stunned by her room. Think. Does she snore in her sleep. The adulteress should sleep and snore, and the scenery should be ruined.

I must hate it.

Wait for him to hurry back to the camp in such a hurry. Even. similar to "heart-to-heart"。。。。。 She's gone...

Gong Xiaoyue was so troubled that he had to tear down all the camps that stretched for hundreds of miles.

Gong Shao was resentful. Naturally, it is not normal to not be able to see Hu Lai. Zheng Jing is also abnormal. It's all in a trance. He didn't know. How many forces are looking for that rice worm。。。。。 It's a pity. The rice worm has ascended to heaven. It's completely gone.

Gong Shao didn't even have the mind to exercise. Fly back to Wuhan. Just guard her house.

Three days. She didn't come home.

Finally caught today. She even gave him one directly... Amazing "forbidden".

Gong Xiaoyue hated her.

Hate her to death.

She called herself like a fucking dick and spat on her. I have her in my heart.

She called what she had and what she didn't. Desolate. Gloomy. Pathos. Any jiba emotion can be embraced.

She called herself a wine that didn't burn her intestines. Intestinal self-penetration. A bitter and spicy bite poured into his chest. Heartburn.

Whore.

Lao Tzu doesn't die, you're sorry for the ancestors of the Gong family who pulled out such a superb bastard as Lao Tzu.