Chapter 61

It is rare for my mother to come back early. When she walked into the living room and talked to her grandma, I quickly pulled off my headphones and stuffed the mobile hard drive into the bottom of the bookshelf.

When I returned to the computer, my heart was still a little fast, so I had to open the window and took a few breaths.

I don't care why I'm so exaggerated.

But her mother didn't come in, she just knocked on the door and called Linlin.

I didn't respond.

So she said: I know how to play all day, just play!

After a moment of saliva, she smacked her lips again: The smell of smoke is coming out, so smoke it!

As the sound of slippers drifted away, I felt a sense of loss for no reason, while the snow was still falling, striking the sky and the earth, like the scattered and uncontrollable fragments of human tissue that flowed down by anal fistula.

It was almost half past five o'clock and it was still very bright.

I was stuck in the study all afternoon, and except for consuming half a pack of cigarettes and pouring a glass of water for my grandma, I didn't do anything.

I'm not a smoker, it's the first time I've found myself smoking so much.

What's strange is that my grandma seems to be unable to smell anything. She is busy with her work and allows me to withdraw the radio, turn on the TV, and serve tea attentively. After that, she said oh, as if she had discovered my existence.

Not long after returning to the study, I opened the first folder again. Soon, Niu Xiuqin twisted in the dim sky.

She lifted her pants while walking, her feet thumped, and the trembling black shadows smashed down rhythmically, like a wall on the verge of collapse.

The mother half-kneeled on the bed, and the wall light behind her coated her with a golden aperture, but her expression under her black hair was blurred and dim.

I have to go back, you don’t know that when Dongdong is sick, I can’t live without me. You can sleep with you, and there will be an official performance tomorrow.

My mother got up, and half of her big white legs flashed by.A huge fan lying on the wall next to it, probably made of paper, with glue on the right corner, and the whole thing was tilted and drooping, like a stranded boat.

Niu Xiuqin wore a white windbreaker and approached her mother. After muttering, she touched her chest.Then the right hand was raised and a ray of light shot out from the wrist.

Bah, I'm still kidding you!

Niu Xiuqin put on a windbreaker, pressed her shirt again, twisted her face and walked outside the camera. It should be a shirt with a flower on her chest. I don’t know if it was a button or a pure decoration, but it was ugly anyway.

The knock on the door was as sudden and loud as the voice. It rang twice in total, which was six times. After the sixth time, the man said: Nothing happened, right?

What can happen?Without you, a fool, of course nothing would happen.I couldn't help but sniff.

Oh, it's okay!Niu Xiuqin took two steps back and shook in front of the camera.

My mother was stunned and got out of bed. After a few steps, she put on her pants on the edge of the camera.

In the darkness, the long hair slid across the white T-shirt and gently swayed on the elbows.

A clear light was visible in half of the thigh.

Don't worry.She was a little anxious and her body was about to lose balance.

I don’t know if Niu Xiuqin is anxious or not, but Chen Jianjun must be very anxious, and it’s Dongdongdong again.

The former laughed, she twisted her body and said viciously: Knock, what's the hurry!Do you want to see our lesbians’ bare butts?

As she said this, she seemed to stretch her arms out.

Silently, the light descended on earth, as dazzling as the lights outside the fish pond in Xiaolizhuang.

I wonder where hotels use such bright lights.

The black line also became clear and sharp, and was pulled off from the eleven o'clock in the picture and formed a 8-shaped figure.

The mother tskated and said nothing, her long hair covered her face.

What's going on?Chen Jianjun's voice was even more urgent with the sound of the clattering rain.Maybe it was the sound of rain, like setting off firecrackers.

Something happened at home and I have to go back.

Niu Xiuqin sighed.

She seemed to look back at her mother.

The latter quickly lifted his pants, and inadvertently, his butt twisted, and the underside of the black suit pants was round.

What's the matter?The decibels suddenly increased, and it was obvious that Niu Xiuqin had opened the door.However, Chen Jianjun did not come in, but just stood at the door: Ah?

Dongdong has a high fever, over 39 degrees. He just came back from the hospital. I was so anxious!I have to go back.

The mother turned around and walked two steps towards the door, just standing in front of the camera.

She seemed to raise her hand and put her hair together.

Without surprise, Chen Jianjun said something similar to his mother, which was nothing more than midnight, heavy rain, and a long journey.

But Niu Xiuqin seemed a little anxious, and she heard a thud and the corner of her clothes flashed on the left side of the camera from time to time: Each family has its own situation, my family is very sticky, no, I must go back, I will come here early tomorrow morning.

Then... Chen Jianjun lost his voice.

My mother took a few steps towards the door and almost disappeared from the camera.

Then let Xiao Li go back with you?It was late at night.Chen Jianjun walked around and soon dialed his phone outside.

That's fine... Oh, I can just call him in which house he lives in!Niu Xiuqin walked out, and there was another thud, as if a drum was beating.It should be wooden floors.

Stay with Yaguang and the others, it seems like 205?My mother also walked out.

Alas, my phone is connected!You...you... Chen Jianjun was also wearing slippers, his footsteps and voice alternated, gradually moving away.

It was so quiet that only the sound of rain remained.

There was a big bed in front of me, with a few red letters vaguely exposed on the white sheets under the quilt, such as big hotels, and a lady's handbag lying on the corner of the bed.

Oh, a noble ladies handbag.

There is a desk lamp and an ashtray on the right side of the bed, and a dim wall lamp on the left, which is a bit dying.

There was indeed a giant paper fan on the wall in the middle, with many words written on it. What a fool.

The walls are very white, as if they have just been painted, which makes the water stain on the upper right corner more conspicuous.

For about two or three minutes, the chaotic footsteps gradually sounded, and Niu Xiuqin's speech was smooth and sharp.

The first person to come in was thudding thudding thudding. She grabbed the noble lady's handbag, turned around and walked out, and said ah while walking.

Maybe it's a sigh, although it's a bit different.

My mother should have stood at the door, and she said: Then you should be slow and be careful.

It's okay, I'm leaving.

Slow down the road, Ah?Chen Jianjun's footsteps were in an orderly manner, as if wearing slippers would not hinder his ability.

OK, OK, take a break from you two, it's getting late.The door slammed and became blurred and disappeared soon.

This old cow!Chen Jianjun smiled.

She was also anxious, and her mother's voice was getting closer and closer, so I'll go to bed first, Secretary Chen.The door moaned.

Oh, hey Fenglan?

What?The door was still moaning, but it had a change of rhythm.

If the day clears tomorrow, we will go back first.This guy smiled before he could speak.

My mother nodded, maybe not, anyway, the door was closed, and there was a sound of being pinched.

Go to bed.

The metal click sound should have locked the door, and then the picture became dim and the wall lights returned to some vitality.

My mother went straight to the bed, sat cross-legged for more than ten seconds, and then turned off the last trace of light.

In the darkness, she seemed to take off her pants and get into the quilt.

No, there was still a trace of light that should have been cut straight down along the crack of the door and barely branded on the big bed, like some mysterious weapon waiting for an opportunity.

Only then did I realize that the small space in front of me might be a part of a suite.

Good night.After a while, Chen Jianjun suddenly said, which scared me.

My mother didn't move at all.

Fenglan?A dark shadow flashed through the crack in the door.

Of course my mother ignored him.

So after a few steps, the lights were turned off outside.

It was really dark now, with only a hazy sky light floating in front of you like a mist.

Chen Jianjun should have gone to bed, and he let out a long sigh, like a dying person.

The mother finally turned over.

Fenglan?In less than two minutes, the guy broke the sound of rain again.

Mother didn't move.

Fenglan?

Why do you ignore me?There was a rustling sound.

Let me chat with you for a few words.

Let's go to bed, don't go to bed in the middle of the night, what are you talking about?Mother spoke after all.

I thought you were asleep.Chen Jianjun was hilarious, his voice seemed to be covered in a quilt.

Alas, Fenglan

My mother turned over and stopped talking.

Tell me about this ancient town government, Ah, I don’t know where to get so much investment?

It was fine in the past, but at least it had some cultural heritage. Now this folk customs street is really like a piece of paper.

Alas, that Guan Gong looks like you, just like this little rain, every touch is painted!

Fenglan?

Go to bed.Mother sighed softly.

I really chose the wrong place for this cultural festival!

That's also your check.

It's true that I checked it, I... There was a rustling sound, and the tone of my voice rose, Alas, Fenglan, let me tell you something.

What?

There was another rustling sound.

I know this ancient town, which is actually a natural town in Zhangling. It is said that some Ming Dynasty buildings are not true or false. The so-called cultural festival is the local Qingming old temple fair, which is just a blessing for building a tourist city, from three days to seven days.

The Fengwu Opera Troupe participated in several sessions in a row, and it should be the first session in 2002. I remember that my mother brought me a few clay sculptures as big as a palm, which were exactly the same as when I was a child when I was a dead man. I used to be hopelessly obsessed with these rags, how terrible.

However, I couldn't stand my feelings, and suddenly there was a knock on the door.

You open the door and tell you again.This guy lowered his voice and smiled like a weasel.

My mother didn't respond, but her body under the quilt moved.

Fenglan!The sound was lower, but the knock on the door was getting louder, and it was indescribable.

Are you finished?The mother sat up suddenly.

Chen Jianjun seemed to have breathed.

Only the sound of rain remained.

My mother sat down and didn't move.It seemed as if even time was swallowed by the darkness.

As a result, the sick pig broke the silence. After a while, he said: I'll see you.

Mother didn't move.There seemed to be a layer of ethereal shadows of trees floating in the darkness, and I couldn't say it well.

I...I'll just look at you, Fenglan!The knock on the door became louder and louder, and the voice returned to its usual loudness.

Let's talk about what's going on tomorrow.

Fenglan!Chen Jianjun turned a blind eye to it, just like a psychopath.He was almost pounding the pity-like wooden door, and I felt that the deafening noise even overshadowed the sound of rain outside the window.

Are you still shameless when you speak softly?My mother's voice was low but sharp. She got up from the bed and rushed towards the door. There was a gust of wind.

I miss you.

Chen Jianjun!

real.

I'll talk about anything tomorrow.

The T-shirt is white, the thighs are white, and a clear figure turns back to the head of the bed.

My mother turned on the wall light and put on her pants.

The red underwear flashed under the hem of the clothes.

Fenglan?Before cooling down for a while, the sick pig started to go crazy again, and it became more and more violent.I really want to fuck this idiot to death.

After all, her mother opened the door. She took a few steps back and appeared in the camera, with her arms crossed her chest.

It can be imagined that Chen Jianjun squeezed in, like East German refugees crossing the Berlin Wall.

The refugee smiled and called Fenglan, then turned on the light.

The instant light made people almost blind, and my mother covered her eyes with her hands and twitched.

So Chen Jianjun turned off the light again, and then he hugged his mother.

The latter had only had time to shrink her body. Maybe she had no intention of hiding back because she had nowhere to hide.

Chen Jianjun pressed his mother on the bed and kissed her forcibly.

The white vest and flowery shorts made him look like a turtle with only a peeled shell.

It's swimming.

My mother curled up her right leg and her left leg resting on the edge of the bed. Her smooth feet rushed towards the camera from time to time as she struggled.

She pressed her arms and waved her head, and the flat shadow fell off to the ground like peeled confetti.

I felt that I should do something, but in fact I just stood up and sat down again. What can I do?

Chen Jianjun stammered his neck, shook his butt, and climbed his mother's chest with his right hand through his T-shirt.

He hummed and muttered something. I'm afraid only God knows what he said.

It was not until he was hit on the face with an elbow that the monk stopped chanting. He got up with a slight sound and covered his face.

Unfortunately, my glasses weren't knocked away.

The rain seemed to be a little lighter, and the two of them were breathing violently and clearly.My mother was lying without moving while exposing her belly.After a while, Chen Jianjun looked up and smiled bitterly: I'm just trying to attract you?

Only then did my mother get up and retreat back to the head of the bed.

She had a T-shirt, but she didn't know that the door of the suit trousers was wide open, although it was just a shadow buried in the shadow.

What did you say last time?Is this the last time?My mother hugged her arms and her voice was dry.

I miss you, I think... Chen Jianjun leaned over and smiled bitterly, and at the same time he held his glasses.

You just fart, Chen Jianjun?My mother's chest was undulating, but her voice was very light.

Just think of it as fart, I, I don’t know what happened to me, I... The sick pig became stuttering. He almost half-kneeled and approached his mother, then grabbed the latter’s hand, and fulfilled me again, the last time.

The mother glanced at Chen Jianjun and shook her head with a smile.

So the shadow shook his head, and it cut beveled against the wall, spreading beyond the picture.

I don't understand such a smile, maybe I will never understand it.

I thought Chen Jianjun would say something, but in fact there was nothing.

After kneeling for a while, he put his mother's right hand on his face, followed the arm all the way down, and finally grabbed his breasts.

Very vulgar.

My mother closed her eyes at some point, not moving at all.

So the vulgar claws wandered around their chests, happily shaping their shapes.

The dim lights set off a huge and ghostly shadow, jumping in the picture, like a dancing leather whip.

The sick pig began to wheeze, and his claws slid across his waist and hips, and then placed them on his lower abdomen.

I couldn't say what it was doing until my mother twisted and snorted.

She leaned against the wall and looked up.

Chen Jianjun finally rushed over and hugged his mother.

This movement lasted for a long time, always accompanied by the inexplicable inhalation of the sick pig.

After getting nervous, he turned around and let his mother lie on the bed.

During the whole process, my mother was like a withered leaf, so light that she didn't have a trace of weight.

She just lying in a slanted position, her left leg straightened, her right leg curled up, and her lower abdomen exposed a full rose red color under the light.

I suddenly wondered whether my mother's hair would slide down the edge of the bed to the ground.

The sick pig quickly arched up again, humming and squeaking his hands.

Apart from her legs, her mother had no movement and she didn't even make any sound.

A soft cotton.

During this period, the wall lights flashed and failed to be turned off. I might as well say whether this is good or bad.

Where is Chen Jianjun?

I only remember that he later stuck out his butt and arched it in a white T-shirt, as funny as a comedian from the silent era.

But his claws never stopped, and they were drilling under the rose red like a poisonous snake. There were even a few hairs in the shadows that were quietly poking out, making them shine brightly.

However, these details are inevitably too clear, which makes me wonder if it is a illusion of being useless.

Chen Jianjun took off his mother's clothes, and he cleaned up the prey under him like peeling rice dumplings.

I couldn't see her expression, and her white body was exposed to the light little by little, but she felt an indescribable calm.

When he took off his pants, Chen Jianjun almost fell down, which made him laugh flatteringly, and only responded to him was the sound of rain outside the window.

I can't say how the body in front of me is different from that in my memory. My skin is white and my body is soft. Chen Jianjun took off his red underwear and arched in the shadows for a long time.

While humming, he reached out to his crotch, rubbed it a few times and then pulled off his flowery pants.

Chen Jianjun's butt was thin and white, so he pushed his mother to the head of the bed with his white butt, as if he was fiddling with a corpse.

He looked at his prey with satisfaction, touched his breasts, patted his butt, stroked his lower abdomen, and then kicked off his pants hanging on his ankle.

Just as the sick pig was about to bend down, her mother's legs suddenly skewed together, and she said: What are you doing?

Very light.

To be honest, I really forgot that she can still talk.

Chen Jianjun was stunned and then laughed.

I can't say that laughing, the amplitude is not large, and the decibels are not high, but the duration is a bit long, accompanied by the whole process of getting out of bed, opening the door, getting a condom, and returning and wearing a condom.

Strictly speaking, this is a kind of eating laugh, a very feminine smile, but disgusting, especially when his straight dick jumps up while walking.

Chen Jianjun leaned over his mother, and his right hand passed through his armpit and climbed on her shoulder. I don’t know if this is a habitual movement, or it means something.

In short, with the rhythm of the white butt swaying, the spring quickly started to scream, and the shadow continued to lengthen, poking towards the lower right corner of the picture, making me unable to help but want to dodge.

My mother never spoke until Chen Jianjun stopped and asked what was wrong.

He gasped, as if he was a little dissatisfied, and then suddenly shook his butt.

Correspondingly, the mother exclaimed softly.

So Chen Jianjun made another one, two, three, and four...

But after a few soft crys, my mother's moans were only a vague hum.

The sick pig didn't care. He smiled, called Fenglan, and then stood up straight.

My mother's right hand hangs on the edge of the bed.

Chen Jianjun touched his big white legs and seemed to want to carry it, but in the end he still stuck his slender waist.

There was another thrust, the pace was not fast, but the bed creaked, just like the grinding of a rodent.

Finally, the mother took a breath and said: It's getting late.

It's still very light and almost inaudible. I even doubt it's my own illusion.

Chen Jianjun called Fenglan again, slapped her white leg, and then took off her white vest.

The peach blossom snake in the shadow inevitably made me take a few more glances.

Come.He patted his white legs and hugged his mother to the end of the bed.

The latter tickled in dissatisfaction.

Don't you say you should hurry up?

Chen Jianjun smiled, crawled to his mother's side, slid his right hand over his slender waist and played with his white buttocks, and you will be happy in a while.

As he said this, he turned his mother to the side and lay down close to his back.

I know what's coming.

Sure enough, Chen Jianjun stroked his right hand between his crotch, slid his left hand over his fat buttocks, and penetrated his mother's thighs.

After some touching, my mother finally twisted her body.

So Chen Jianjun smiled obscenely, he took a long breath and said: Just pretend, it’s all water.

Then, the sick pig broke up his mother's right leg and stabbed it in. Although the process was not going well, he even made a good voice like a performer.

This is an exaggerated art, as if marveling at the failure of one's own skillful skills.

Unfortunately, after several running-in sessions, the skillful skills came back. Chen Jianjun reached his left hand in front of his mother's chest, and his right hand knew where to put it. He curled his left leg and straightened his right leg, just throbbing his neck, constantly thrusting his butt.

The two people had a hazy black spot, and I couldn't say whether it was a shadow, or a noise or a color block.

The sound was huge, the bed was shaking, and my mother's moan became clearer.

Chen Jianjun was obviously holding his breath.

After a while, he stopped and panted and said: Are you happy, huh?Awesome or not?

As he said this, he wiped his sweat and slapped Dabai's butt.

The mother's response was only a gentle breath.

So Chen Jianjun let out a long sigh and thrust again, his right foot poked out of the end of the bed.

In the rhythmic noise, my mother's muffled groans were sometimes clear and sometimes blurred. The forced feet were tilted against the texture of the night, secreting a hazy white light.

The shadows are so scattered.

The fan on the wall also trembled, releasing a huge shadow, like a giant butterfly flapping its wings.

The rain seemed to be heavy, and the dull clatter sounded like setting off firecrackers, accompanied by a sharp whistling. I can't tell where it comes from.

Chen Jianjun had two rounds intermittently, each round about three or four minutes. Every time he stopped, he would ask his mother if he was happy.

Where is the mother?

It seemed to make him quiet.

It was filled with smoke, and I couldn't remember it.

Later, as of course, the battle ended and the two snuggled for a long time.

Later, my mother sat up and stepped back to the head of the bed.

The dim light stroked her sweaty cheeks, and her nipples looked straight into my eyes like pairs of eyes.

She said: Chen Jianjun, am I your mistress?

I had dumplings for dinner, and at my mother's request, I had to go into the kitchen to roll out the dough.

I can’t make dumplings, but I’m still good at rolling the dough, at least I’m better than my father.

Of course, my mother scolded me and smoked again, and said: Have you grown up? Your mother can't control you anymore?

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything.

After a while, she shook her head and smiled.

I asked what, but she said it wasn't good, and asked me, "I haven't been living everywhere these two days."

Pointing to the watery window, I said: I think.

The mother snorted and said: You move quickly.

In fact, it’s not that I’m not quick enough, but that she moves too fast.

My mother made dumplings faster than the dumpling press in the restaurant, and she has always been quite content with this.

So I said: No matter how quick it is, it is not enough to press the dumpling machine.

My mother smiled, and she squeezed me and said that it would be good to recognize the situation.

My mother wore a beige turtleneck sweater, which was exquisitely curved and fragrant all over. This was a strange fragrance, a slightly bitter grassy smell.

I sniffed and felt my body become stiffer.

I thought I was slow, so my mother patted her hands on the side.

While taking pictures, she praised me for the good lunch.

I didn't make up for it, and it took me a while to say: If I can't even handle stewing, I won't have to live.

My mother yoked, glanced at me, and said nothing.

After a long silence, when my mother came back with the foil, I suddenly mentioned the foundation.

I said: Does Pinghai have a sports and cultural development foundation?

My mother was obviously stunned for a moment and asked what was wrong.

I asked how big the foundation was, and my mother said she didn't know.

I asked again whether the review was strict, and she didn't respond.

I had to add that it seemed like it was going to sponsor a study in our department some time ago.

Then who knows that the mother puts dumplings on the foil, and it is all operated by a private company behind the scenes. Think about it.

Two years ago, it was the one donated to the troupe, right? I didn't even dare to look up.

The mother nodded and said after a while: There are also an acquaintance inside.

When the foil was full, she patted the face on her hands and turned her face to me: This foundation Ah... Alas, it's enough, let's put it first.

She changed her tone and pointed to the steaming stove.

The dumplings were flapping, and under my stirring, they fell into a whirlpool, surrounded by clouds and mist, and I suddenly asked: Is it the one in the Cultural and Sports Bureau?

It was nearly seven o'clock when my father arrived home. After cleaning up, he insisted on pulling me to drink two drinks.

So I went to get the cup.

My mother stood at the kitchen door and yelled at me from afar, but she didn't say anything after all.

But the spoon in her hand looked particularly bright under the light.

With grandma here, I can’t drink much, less than three taels per person.

When my father was eating dumplings, I took peanuts and quickly resolved the battle.

This made my father look at me with admiration, and he said: Oh, okay!

Then I realized that he had missing a front teeth at some point.

There is no exception on TV. The news broadcast is the TV, with mother and grandma sitting on the couch next to her.

While eating, my father complained that the piglets were difficult to serve, and said that the coal stove was destroyed twice in three days, but it would ruin the people.

Grandma began to pass on her family motto on her oral terms, saying that the coal stove should be born and managed.

It was then that the legend of the seal sounded.

My mother took two steps at a time, picked up her phone, and at first stood beside the TV, and then walked to the kitchen door.

She didn't go into the kitchen or the balcony, and just walked around in the garden with us on her back.

Suddenly I felt that the surroundings were too noisy.

When my mother returned, I couldn't help but look at her.

I can't control myself a little.

I don't know what the look that looked.

My mother lowered her eyes and sat straight back on the sofa without saying a word.

I felt that I couldn't sit still, so I got up and went back to the bedroom.

After walking, I realized the subtle dizziness.There is a missed call on the phone, which is actually Li Junqi's, which is too exaggerated.

In fact, his name on my address book is Feng Xiaogang.

After playing the piano bored for a while, I made mistakes frequently. I found that my fingers were hard, so I had to go to the study to open the Ice Throne.

The game was in full swing, and my mother knocked on the door and asked me if I could drink milk.

I said I wouldn't drink it, but within a few minutes, she brought it to me.

Although I had almost wiped out the other party's nest, I still looked like I was facing a great enemy and was very vigilant when I operated.

My mother stood behind me for a while and finally said: I play games all day long, but I'm still young.

I didn't say anything, she left.

When I collapsed onto the chair, the door was knocked again: Drink while it is hot!Also, smoke less!

It was not until after ten o'clock that the whole family had rested, and I locked the door and took out my mobile hard drive.

I opened the third video, dragged it twice, and finally turned it off.

I still can't wait for that sentence. Chen Jianjun, am I your mistress?

The fifth video file name is mini-DV-dcr-iplk-20020525010.

A transparent room with faint sunlight on the corners and windy, stroking the curtains and the man's white shirt in the middle of the picture.

He sat on the recliner, leaving only one back, but it was undoubtedly Chen Jianjun.

Familiar background music, four or three beats, chords and recorders added in, brilliant and melodious.

About one or two minutes later, a woman's voice came. She asked whom she had said hello, and Chen Jianjun just said no.

As the tune became more and more exciting and was about to reach the end, he waved his arms and started to beat.

The surroundings finally became quiet.

Chen Jianjun lay down for a while before getting up and leaving the screen.

He was wearing black tights.

When he returned to the recliner, he called and it seemed that no one answered. The woman outside the screen laughed.

Chen Jianjun was not discouraged and pushed him again.

After several beeps, it was finally picked up.

He said things three times in a row.

Don't worry, he said that the foundation's donation may require a donation ceremony.

Don't Ah.

Tsk, this ceremony is also a procedure. It is not necessary to be tight, not tight, and it is no problem inconvenience.

OK, whenever it is convenient, it’s the weekend and holidays, well, I can watch Children’s Day, hahaha.

Don’t worry, there’s still something. This year, this is the Cultural Contribution Award Ah, and this year, I’ll just transfer the prize together!

Oh, I'm considering you too, it's just a suggestion, you have the final say.

That, I have also heard about Lao Zheng. Don’t worry. After listening to me, I’m really sorry. I’ll cause you so much trouble.

It's not convenient for me to see this old Zheng, but I'm still worried. Oh, don't worry, listen to me...

Fenglan!

Chen Jianjun pinched his cell phone and collapsed back to the recliner.

He didn't sound aloud.

The woman outside the picture laughed.

After a while, she cut: She took advantage of the benefits. I think you really invested a lot. Oh, are you all men of this kind of virtue?

Chen Jianjun ignored her and called her over again.

Slight footsteps.Alas, it hurts so much that I just pinched someone. I saw you bit my mother's head.The woman stood by the camera, her voice was extremely clear.

You calm down for a while.

Why, I just turned on my pants and refused to recognize anyone?

Can your dick calm down for a while?

Chen Jianjun turned his face.

He hung up and drove over again.

The woman snorted, and she had gone away. She should have walked away.

Soon, Chen Jianjun let out his phone and threw it outside the screen.

He lay down silently for a while.

While I was hesitating whether to drag it for a while, Chen Jianjun finally got up and walked to the sun at the edge of the camera.

White shirts and dark red curtains fly together.

I'll go to Pingyang this week.Suddenly, the woman appeared next to the camera again.

No response.

Cut, am I a tissue? I throw Ah after using it?

Chen Jianjun turned around and returned to the recliner, with the corner of his clothes flying.After a while, he took off his glasses and rubbed his temples, as if he had just woken up from his dream: Ah?What did you say?

Speaking of Ah, the woman's tone changed, and she said that the female donkey.

You.

My nephew's wife has a really stubborn temper. What is it if she is not a female donkey?I see you, she will go!

Chen Jianjun lost his voice again.

Did she have a golden cunt?

The sick pig smiled now, haha.

So, a fat buttock in a thong twisted up and handed over a glass of wine.She poked Chen Jianjun's head: My nephew didn't open your puff, you're lucky!

It was then that the phone rang.Unfortunately, it's not Chen Jianjun's.I took it over and glanced at it, and the screen read: Feng Xiaogang.