was rejected by Chu Ying, and Song Yong had no way out for the time being.

At six or seven o'clock in the countryside, every house opens its door, women choose vegetables to cook, and men carry farm tools to work in the fields.

He stood on the roof, lit a cigarette, and smoked as he could.

Not far away, the women gathered around, and in the middle was Chu Ying, who deliberately changed into a green skirt and washed her hair, her complexion was radiant, her skin was as white as snow, and she didn't look like a country widow at all.

After chatting a few words, Chu Ying left the women's pile and walked to the door of the village chief's house, where she looked up at Song Yong through the direct sunlight and pale white mist.

He wears glasses today, and his book is more angry, and he seems to be a better bully, but he smokes, and things like cigarettes contradict his appearance.

"Comrade Xiao Song, open the door."

Looking down from Song Yong's point of view, he could see a soft white shallow ravine, and he spit out smoke, blocking the spring light, pretending not to hear.

Chu Ying could see that he was still angry, and she smiled, "Don't you want a mobile phone?" Do you want more? ”

Song Yong hesitated, but went downstairs and opened the door.

Chu Ying came in sideways, the corner of her skirt brushed Song Yong's trouser legs, that kind of cheap material rubbed against him, it was a blasphemy, Song Yong took a step away, as if he was very disgusted.

It seems that it was really jumped by the immortals, guarding against the woman like a flood beast.

Standing at the door, Chu Ying whispered, "Go to your house and say okay?" There are a lot of people here. ”

After a few seconds of stalemate, Song Yong nodded reluctantly.

Chu Ying followed behind Song Yong in small steps, his shoulders and neck were clear, he was not a thin figure, and when his fingers were tightened, his muscles were exposed, full of tension.

If you hold your waist, pinch your legs, and your waist and abdomen are also exerted, you should be more powerful.

Song Yong's house was originally lived by the village chief's son, it was very clean, and the desks and wardrobes were all newly bought, but he took advantage of it, and the door was open and more than half open.

Chu Ying turned her back and locked the door when she came in.

“…… No need to lock the door. ”

As he spoke seriously, his throat slid down.

"Why don't you lock it?"

Chu Ying sat down on the edge of the bed, her thin white calves swaying under the green skirt, "You want people to see us together?" ”

"It's not."

Song Yong took off his glasses at a loss, and Chu Ying sneered: "Okay, I won't tease you, what kind of mobile phone do you want, I'll go to the town to buy it." ”

"Just make a phone call." When he got here, Song Yong didn't have any high requirements, he went to the desk drawer to get his watch.

Looking at his back, Chu Ying stopped: "I don't want a watch, it's not easy to exchange money, I heard that your family has money, I'll help you buy a mobile phone, how about you build roads for the village?" ”

Song Yong was surprised, and there was a bit of contempt hidden in his dark expression, "Such a rotten place, no matter how you repair it, it won't be good." ”

"Rotten are you still here?"

The village is indeed backward, but all those who have some ability have gone to the city to work, and those who remain are women or old people with children, and it is only a little more lively during the New Year's holidays.

Chu Ying deliberately fabricated: "I heard that you were driven over because you peeked at a woman taking a bath." ”

Song Yong's fingertips curled up, "Nonsense!" ”

"Did I guess it?" Chu Ying is not afraid of his anger, it is better to burn it up, burn it more vigorously, burn it into lust, she took a step forward and forced Song Yong to retreat, "Look at your Sven Wen, I thought how pure I was and had few desires, it turned out that I still had a habit of peeking at women taking a bath." ”

"Nope!"

The disadvantage of cultural people is that they are not very good at quarreling, they are hesitant, and they don't even dare to look at her.

Chu Ying approached again, he stepped back again, there was a bed behind him, and he was forced to sit down, she knelt beside his lap, the beds of the people in the city were so soft, I wanted to lie down, but lying on his bed was not a good thing, so it was interesting for him to go to the small warehouse with her willingly.

"You said it earlier." Chu Ying bent over, leaned forward, the neckline of her skirt was low, her eyes accidentally swept over, Song Yong's breathing sank, and she hurriedly closed her eyes.

The cheeks were slowly straightened by the woman's hands, so hot and hot, "Next time you go to my house, you can look at it openly." ”

“……”

"Or together?"

Song Yong's throat seemed to be blocked by something, his scalp was numb, and he couldn't help but think about that scene.

- The hot water is thick, the figure is beautiful, and the water slides through the skin, which is slippery, soft and hot, and wet.

I can't think about it anymore, I can't get on the road.

The woman's hand slid to his neckline, her fingertips circled, rubbing and grinding, "Your heart is beating so fast, is it uncomfortable?" ”

The button around her neck was grabbed by her, and when she was about to undo it, there was a knock at the door.

"It's a pity ......"

The woman sighed, her red lips attached to Song Yong's ear, "Then go to my house next time, little comrade." ”