Somebody naughty thing between his legs couldn't help himself and set up a tent. For a while, my mouth was dry and my whole body was hot, and I had no intention of answering the question.

He has always been lustful and has no bottom line in front of women.

Even if there is a family, such as Tang Xi, Tang Yun, Tang Yu, including Tang Yi's wife, he has no less fantasies.

At the same time, she was disdainful in her heart, Tang Yun, an arrogant and arrogant woman, despised everything, and no one was in her eyes, but in the young sect master, she was not a fart.

He saw it with his own eyes, Chu Ming dragged her deep into the woods to...

Thinking of this, Tang Chaowen couldn't help but be envious.

The two peerless beauties of the Tang clan were all occupied by the young sect master.

But jealousy is useless, although he is lustful, he has self-knowledge, how much ability, how high quality he plays, a woman like Tang Yun, even if he looks up to the sky, he can't reach it.

He just wants to leave this ghost place quickly, go to the clubhouse to call the two little sisters, indulge freely, and do whatever he wants. Tang Yun's swaying figure teased him, and the itch was unstoppable.

Tang Fangfang frowned, she was a top student of Everbright, looking at the test paper, she didn't know where to start, there was no multiple-choice question in the paper, it was all fill-in-the-blank and Q&A. The degree of difficulty is comparable to that of a professional postgraduate examination, and she even suspects that it is cobbled together.

Proposer, Tang Yun?

She is a delicate representative of capitalism, who understands the traditional virtues of a fart and red culture.

What kind of enlightenment do you have?

An hour and a half later.

Only Tang Yun and Chu Ming were left in the room.

Tang Yun crossed Erlang's legs, triumphant, and reviewed the test papers.

Chu Ming lay on the ground, cautious, and helped her massage her thighs, from the ankles all the way up, every place was careful and thoughtful.

Originally, after the exam, he mixed in the crowd and prepared to go out.

But Tang Yun stopped him and asked him to help revise the papers.

He scratched his head, sat down, put on a pair of glasses, and was polite, but rather intellectual.

Tang Yun's mind moved, stirred his high heels, and stretched them out to his thighs.

Chu Ming lowered his head and glanced at it, his heart beating faster.

He adjusted his breathing, sat upright, picked up a pen, and flipped through the test papers.

"Oops!"

Tang Yun shouted, secretly handed Qiu Bo, and said.

"The pen fell to the ground, Chu Ming..."

"Help me pick it up."

Chu Ming's face was calm, his heart was reluctant, and he bent down.

Just as he was about to get up, a pointed object pressed against his back.

Tang Yun stepped on Chu Ming's back with one foot, and said coquettishly.

"Pinch for me!"

She thinks she is the goddess of Chu Ming, and she can run rampant in front of this man, giving what she wants. As long as you don't go too far, lick your shoes and stuff, this bastard shouldn't resist.

After all, the goddess should enjoy the right of dignity and exaltation.

Chu Ming was lying on the ground, his eyes were cold.

He made compromises and endured humiliation, just to make the storm more violent.

A woman who is tired of being played with and treats herself as a green onion?

How arrogant she is now, how miserable she will be in the future.

The results of the exam were unexpected and surprised everyone.

Thirteen people, only Chu Ming passed!

He scored a team-high 61 points.

More than an hour before the exam, Tang Yun stuffed the answer to Chu Ming.

She is now a Chuming woman, so she naturally wants to work for the benefit of her man.

Chu Ming took the test paper and walked through the crowd one by one, his eyes were sharp and his face was cold.

The training team stood in a row, standing straight, the atmosphere did not dare to come out, the atmosphere was solemn, and the birds were silent.

At a certain moment, Chu Ming was furious, jumping like thunder, slashing his head and covering his face at everyone, and scolding non-stop.

He cursed for forty minutes, until his mouth was dry and his voice was hoarse.

As the chief coach of the training team, he hates iron and steel.

Under the pressure of training, the sect arranged valuable learning opportunities for everyone.

But are they serious?

What did you learn?

He looked up and sighed, heartbroken, forgetting his passing grade, and relying on cheating.

Tang Yun looked at Chu Ming in a frenzy, his thoughts fluttering, and suddenly felt that this man was not so wasteful, but also a little heroic and domineering, swallowing the lake and the sea.

She had already decided that Chu Ming liked her, and it was only a matter of time before she took the absolute initiative and turned the other party into a licking dog and completely enslaved her.

Don't men live for women?

It's not that easy to capture me?

Unless it's my dog, which is also a shame for her before, it's the best of both worlds, killing two birds with one stone.

In the evening.

A crowd of people was busy packing up their things and preparing to leave the camp.

Chu Ming sat on a piece of dry wood, holding a crumpled book, reading word by word, and on the back of the book, there were a few big characters written on it.

"On Capitalism"!

Next to him sat a young girl, dressed in a plain, old floral dress, patches scattered, outlining the traces of the years, a black double tail, sometimes swaying, full of youth, vigorous, like the sixties and seventies, three to the countryside, the first to the countryside of the young girl.

Tang Fangfang was reading Adam Smith's "Utilitarianism", suddenly frowned, pondered for a moment, handed the book to Chu Ming, pointed to a certain place on the page, a row of words, and asked seriously.

"Brother Chu Ming, how do you understand this sentence?"

Chu Ming took the book, buried his head, and didn't say a word, which lasted for five minutes.

Tang Fangfang's big eyes were bright, fluttering, and her expression was surprised.

Brother Chu Ming, what's wrong?

If she is studying seriously, Chu Ming is more inclined to pretend and don't know how to pretend to understand, as the young sect master, the chief coach of the training team, he needs to show a leader and a deep side in front of everyone in the sect.

After a while, Chu Ming stood up, looked up at the sky, his eyes sharp, his words sharp, and he lashed out at capitalism.

He didn't understand Tang Fangfang's question, and he didn't even recognize the new words in some places, so he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and he output it violently.

Tang Fangfang's eyes widened and she suddenly realized.

Isn't the problem capitalism, and the contradictions are irresolvable?

Brother Chu Ming's few words hit the nail on the head, pointing to the root of the problem, like an initiation, deafening.

In her mind, Chu Ming's glorious image is once again lofty.

He is not only a warm, caring big brother.

He is a man with depth!

Where did Chu Ming know that he had solved the problem that had plagued Tang Fangfang's heart for many days by mistake.

This wave of blind operations, I'm afraid there is no one.

Wang Lin was dusty, sweating profusely, carrying three hemp bags on his back and plastic buckets in both hands, which contained clothes, quilts, pots and pans.

He walked over with a smile on his face, especially a mouthful of buckteeth, which was particularly conspicuous.

In terms of talent, he is relatively stumbling, with a square face and flat head, rough and thick eyebrows, big shoulders and thick waist, and short stature, which forms a strong contrast with Tang Fangfang, who is like a little fairy on the side.

Tang Fangfang bowed down, smiled slightly, and left with interest.

Men speak, women can't interject.

She is the same to everyone, gentle and polite, without any eldest lady's shelf, maintaining the unique reserve of traditional Chinese women, and with a little shyness, which makes people feel comfortable and like a spring breeze.