There is a graceful place in Gao Ya, that is, it can especially "abandon troubles". Of course, this is God's special favor for her, and she can always ask some side matter to divert her attention.

I only ate the Hu family at noon, and I was a little scared in the unit in the afternoon, until Zheng Jing came to pick her up, and this neurotic was still a little unrelenting. However, I will soon wander elsewhere, what dirty diseases, what big demons and disasters, what two teams of people, they are all burdens, and I don't want to care about it. What do you want to do? I want to "manage" my own rickets.

Zheng Jingbian was still driving and telling her not to be nervous for a while, his father was very easy-going——— suddenly, Yanai shouted, "Stop!" It also made Zheng Xiaoliu startled!

What's wrong?

The car still pulled over steadily, and found that Yanai kept looking at the side of the road,—— who to see?

Zheng Xiaoliu guessed that it might be the old woman who was carrying a vegetable bag on her back. The old woman looked like an intellectual, white and clean, wearing a pair of glasses. I'm too old and walks slowly.

"Whoa!"

You're defenseless, she suddenly pushes the car door and runs down!

Zheng Xiaoliu hurriedly got out of the car, but she didn't catch up with her in front of the car door———— she went up and helped the old woman, and said a few words to her, the old woman looked at her for a while, thought for a long time, and laughed. She laughed too. The two chatted for a while.

When Yanai walked back again, he was obviously in a good mood. Zheng Xiaoliu looked at her sideways slightly, and his elbow touched her elbow, "Who." ”

"You drive." She's in a good mood, she's good to you, and she smiles, but her eyes are still staring out.

Zheng Xiaoliu pinched her leg knee down with his hand, and then, pulling the gear, chicly hitting the steering wheel,

The car started and he asked, "Who is this?" ”

She leaned her head back in her chair and looked out the window, "My high school Chinese teacher." "It's a little complacent.

"Yo, people don't recognize you."

"Who says they don't recognize me? She remembers my name! ”

"That's right, the teacher is impressed with the stupid students."

For a long time, she was silent, thinking that she was angry, but when she turned her head, she was still smiling, chirping, and looking out the window, "I'm not stupid——— I was a little naughty at that time." Our Chinese teacher, just the little old lady, is restrained, resolute, and secretly writes romance novels, and can publish a few lines of hazy poems in the five-color local literature and art supplement of the "Wuhan Evening News" every once in a while. I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, and like a heroic torch. 'Huh. She thought to herself and laughed secretly.

The few of her confidants who always gave high marks were proficient in two figures of speech: analogy and personification. Our Chinese teacher said that the comparison is used to discuss, and there is momentum. Anthropomorphism is used to be lyrical and emotional. As for me, I think it is a little difficult for the Chinese teacher to kill me in words, I have felt that words are like clay since I was a child, and they are quite interesting to pinch. I love Chairman Mao, and I recite his old man's poems: 'Two hundred years of life, 30,000 miles of water', and I think Bai Juyi's 'nine-year-old bosom rhyme' is nothing great. and then loves Li Bai, who is highly appreciated by Chairman Mao, and carries 'Bai Yujing in the sky, twelve cities on the fifth floor', and feels that Chairman Mao likes it really makes sense. When I was at my most self-motivated, I wrote the essay "Feeling in the Garden", which tried anthropomorphic rhetoric, 'In the corner of the park, there is a pond. A willow tree by the pond and a goldfish in the pond. I'm like an underwater fish playing with the waves, and you're like a willow by the pond teasing me. 'Hehehe. ”

She giggled like a nervous figure herself.

Obviously, Yanai is in a good mood now, so good that he unknowingly said so much to Zheng Xiaoliu.

Zheng Xiaoliu's mood was generally extremely happy, what she said, the way she spoke,———— Xiaoliu turned her head to look at her from time to time, her eyes never looked at herself, but the look in those bright and bright eyes ———made you want to kiss her!!

Xiaoliu will do what he says!!

Ga! Trot a brake. Leaning over and gagged her lips!

Yanai was still immersed in self-entertainment at first, and suddenly a heavy breath rushed over, Xiaoliu was really domineering, her lips pressed against her lips, and her tongue was entangled,

Yanai sobbed vigorously and began to push his shoulder, whining non-stop, to the effect that it was in the middle of the road,

Xiaoliu is still not satisfied, and he wraps his arms around her waist to hug her closer.

Yanai pulled his face, and finally separated a little, and the dead Yanai pulled Xiaoliu's face red,

"You rascal!"

Xiao Liu pressed her lips and sobbed to death! How confusing is staring into her eyes———

"Are you a rogue? The rhetoric you use is low-spirited, psychologically wicked, and has a serious hooliganism tendency. Parents are advised to confiscate all their bad extracurricular reading materials! And, say! Have you ever seen an A-movie? ”

Ha ha! Yanai is like a green-eyed king, staying there with his lips open! The face is flushed!

She is the best at lying, and it is absolutely okay to say that she has "never seen it", but she has just gone through the baptism of Xiaoliu's tongue and is extremely erotic, her brain is starved of oxygen, and her brain is not turning fast, and for a while, she can't pull it out!

Xiao Liu smiled, lowered his head and licked her again, "Little slut, the A-film is also confiscated." "Moaning, more swinging.

Yanai was furious, and went to pull his face again. He let her pull it, and smiled heavily, against her forehead.

The horn was loud outside.

Yanai was still stingy, leaning on the back of his chair and sulking very stingy.

Xiao Liu's handsome bearing did not decrease, calmly pulled the gear, started again, and trotted "squeak" like a little fart and roared away. The heat wave behind the scolding of the mother is gone.