The village chief stood on the steps of the commissary, supporting Song Yong as if he was serving a young master, "What's the matter, it wasn't broken, right?" ”

That local accent is very kind, but it's a pity that the young master doesn't eat this.

He pulled out his hand, as if he was afraid that the village chief would dirty his clean sleeves, and when he hit it just now, he hit Chu Ying, but she was very soft and didn't hurt anyone.

Chu Ying rubbed her forehead, and when she saw that it was Song Yong, she came to her senses.

The village chief poked his head out from behind Song Yong, "Xiao Song, you see what you want to buy, I still have work in the field, I have to go over first, what do you want for Yingying to get it for you." ”

Song Yunyun looked away lightly, as if he was a little disgusted to buy things at a widow's house, "Is there another house?" ”

"Yingying's side is the most complete, and everyone in the village buys it from her." The village chief's eyes circled between them, "What's the matter, Yingying bullied you?" ”

Song Yong moved his dry lips, and before he could explain, Chu Ying brushed away the hair on his neck, half-softly waisted, and stared at Song Yong with those moist eyes.

He turned his face sideways, and listened to her distort the facts: "Uncle, don't talk nonsense, he is a college student in the city, how dare I bully him?" ”

Every time she said a word, she took a step forward, and finally froze in front of Song Yong, openly teasing him, "College students shouldn't be angry because I'm a widow, right?" ”

Song Yong's drooping eyelashes twitched, and after looking at her, he turned his face away, "No." ”

"That's okay, that's okay!" The village chief breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, "Yingying, Xiao Song wants to buy water, you give it to him, it's all on my account, I have to go over first." ”

"Okay, uncle."

The village chief is gone.

The distance between the two was close, the hot air was heating up, Song Yong seemed to be stuffed in a steamer, but the tip of his nose seemed to have the smell of sweat on a woman's body, wet.

Chu Ying's eyes were like hooks, hooking Song Yong, sneering in his silent time, his delicate face was like a rose of morning dew, glowing red.

"Aren't you going to buy water? Do you want it in the freezer? It's all inside. ”

The shelves outside the commissary were very clean, and the freezers and the like were in the warehouse, looking at the dark door, Song Yong didn't want to go in.

But Chu Ying is just a woman, what is he afraid of?

Following her, Song Yong entered the small warehouse, just replenished the goods, there was still a little mess inside, and he couldn't get down, and the freezer was still inside.

In order to move a way out for Song Yong, Chu Ying bent down to push the box.

Kokura was dark, her skin was so white that she was shining, she wore the shorts that are common to country women, and the white tank top on her upper body was short and small, and when she sank down, a large part of her skin was exposed.

The waist is very narrow and thin, there is no fat at all, but the buttocks are quite round, and when he pushes the box, his back is facing Song Yong, his waist is concave, and the fullest part of his body is lifting high towards him.

Chu Ying was ignorant and vulgar, and did not shy away from making these movements in front of the man, while Song Ying calmly looked away, as if he hadn't seen anything.

The heat of the warehouse is enveloped and the heart is disturbed.

The road was moved, Song Yong walked in quickly, took a bottle of ice water and walked out, as if fleeing for his life, for fear of being eaten by the female goblin in the Pansi Cave.

Standing in front of the counter, the rows of cigarettes under the glass counter came into view, he didn't smoke or drink at home, he was very clean and regular, and he didn't even curse a few words of swearing.

Yesterday was the first time in my life that I smoked.

It feels addictive, like you're doing something bad.

"What more?"

Chu Ying walked into the counter, his fingers resting on the glass, his fingertips were bright red, and he rubbed the tips of Song Yong's fingers, as if he had gone off fire, he was burned, and hurriedly dodged, hesitantly pointing to a brand of cigarettes, "I want this." ”

"Smoking is forbidden under minors, are you an adult?"