hair?
Ding Xiaojun looked at Yuan Xue with a suspicious face, Aunt Xue, please explain it clearly, I still don’t understand.
Don't understand?
Yuan Xue was a little amused and crying, well, that's right! You definitely won't understand
Yuan Xue thought to herself, if you Ding Xiaojun understands everything, can you let go if you touch that place? It would be strange if you didn’t get me touched!
Yuan Xue pulled out the slingshot from her trouser pocket and couldn't help laughing. Haha, what's wrong with me, I just want to put it in my trouser pocket! Take it!
Yuan Xue handed the slingshot to Ding Xiaojun, but his hand touched Ding Xiaojun's hand. In the moment, Yuan Xue only felt a panic in her heart, a heart ding dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong
Ah, what's wrong with me! Xiaojun is still a child, how can I do this? Can you say that I'm really sexy?
Yuan Xue muttered to herself, and couldn't help but look at Ding Xiaojun for a long time. It didn't matter if she saw it. It turned out that the dream she had last night was Ding Xiaojun who was doing that with her.
Aunt Xue, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?
Ding Xiaojun had never seen Yuan Xue like this before. Her expression was strange, but her eyes were quite gentle.
No... No, Aunt Xue... It's not so comfortable. Xiaojun, let's go quickly, it's getting dark!
Yuan Xue tried her best to hide it, but the sound was very floating, making people unable to understand it.
Ding Xiaojun wanted to say something else, but heard Fang Lei shouting. Fang Lei's voice was very sharp, crisp and loud. Ding Xiaojun could still hear it after several houses.
Aunt Xue, my sister is calling me!
Ding Xiaojun left a word, turned around and ran away
Ding Xiaojun returned home and saw that the dining table had been set up. Fang Jiahua was sitting at the dining table, but Fang Lei stood by the door, humming Li Tiemei's singing in the Peking Opera model opera "Red Lantern": My cousin, I can't count it, there is no big deal, I won't come to the door...
Sister, hehe, there must be something good
Ding Xiaojun made a face at Fang Lei, hurriedly ran to Fang Jiahua and sat down. What's going on with my dad and my sister today?
What's up? Be happy!
Fang Lei snatched the white snatch, don’t you allow it? Haha, brother, I’m really eye-opening today!
Fang Lei said, pushed the door and closed it, then sat next to Ding Xiaojun, clasped his fists at Ding Xiaojun with both hands, brother, admire it! Haha, so happy!
you?
Fang Jiahua looked at the couple in a daze, smiled bitterly, then held the bowl and squeezed the rice into his mouth.
It was not until Ding Xiaojun sat down that she could see clearly that her sister Fang Lei not only fryed eggs, but also fryed a plate of marinated meat and cooked a soup.
Sister, there are a lot of food! Are you having a holiday?
Ding Xiaojun said, but his eyes were paying attention to Fang Lei
Talk too much!
Fang Lei got her mouth and hand, and a chopstick hit Ding Xiaojun's back
Sister! Why are you so fast?
Ding Xiaojun looked at Fang Lei with dissatisfaction
Am I fast?
Fang Lei raised her hand, hehe, no matter how fast it is, it is not as fast as my brother!
Ding Xiaojun wanted to be more ugly, but when she turned around, she saw her old stepfather Fang Jiahua put down the bowl.
Dad, what are you doing?
Ding Xiaojun asked carefully, are you tired?
Oh! Choked!
Fang Jiahua reached out and patted, "You siblings! I have heard of Xiaojun and Xiaojun, it's all my fault for dad, it's dad that you've been learning bad things!"
Living under the same roof, counting the days. In 1968, Ding Xiaojun's biological father Ding Shaoyong died to protect the statue of Chairman Mao and save two primary school students. In 1970, Fang Jiahua and Ding Xiaojun's mother Hu Liying got married, and it has been 6 years since then.
Fang Jiahua still doesn't know everything about Ding Xiaojun
But Fang Jiahua thinks so. Ding Xiaojun is actually very kind-hearted except being naughty.
Blasting the window glass of Zhao Wenge's house and interrupting Zhao Wenge's house's chicken claws. Fang Jiahua knew that it was Ding Xiaojun who did it.
But Ding Xiaojun is for his post-dad, Ah. If it weren't for Fang Jiahua, Ding Xiaojun wouldn't have done that unethical thing.
Xiaojun! Alas, I'm sorry for you!
Fang Jiahua suddenly said something, almost scaring Ding Xiaojun to fall down Ding Xiaojun was about to ask, but Fang Lei quickly stepped on him from under the table
I could have had a happy meal, but when I thought of the evening, the atmosphere suddenly became dull
Fang Jiahua only ate one bowl and put it down
After Fang Lei took Ding Xiaojun to eat, she began to collect the dishes and wash them.
Ding Xiaojun wiped his mouth and was about to leave, but Fang Lei grabbed it
Let's wait, I'll tell you something
Fang Lei said, but peeked at Fang Jiahua with his eyes and Ding Xiaojun understood Fang Lei's meaning, so he sat next to Fang Jiahua.
Dad, don't be too sad, I'll be obedient in the future
Ding Xiaojun looked at Fang Jiahua timidly. Fang Jiahua reached out and patted Ding Xiaojun gently on the back of his hand, then stood up and went out. Ding Xiaojun wanted to go out, but Fang Lei stopped.
Xiaojun, if you think of a way, you can treat his family well, you must make him afraid!
Fang Lei was almost begging Ding Xiaojun, which was a big deal that Ding Xiaojun couldn't stand it.
Sister, I know! Let’s see tonight first, what do you say about that dog?
Ding Xiaojun stared at Fang Lei's eyes. Ding Xiaojun usually looked at Fang Lei's almond eyes, but at this time, Fang Lei was squinting his eyes, as if he had many worries.
The criticism meeting was held as scheduled in the evening, but the atmosphere was very different from the previous day.
Originally, Zhu Weixing and Huang Yuejin led the militia to escort Fang Jiahua and the two women who were fighting into the conference room, but the two guys said they were uncomfortable and their stomachache was so painful that they couldn't straighten their waists.
Since the leaders said they were sick, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals below naturally refused to come forward. Now that they are now, who is willing to make enemies with others? They must be unwilling to do so.
Without help, and being angry with his wife and children at home, Zhao Wenge sat alone in front of the rostrum, shouting softly and weakly.
The criticism meeting has begun
Zhao Hongwei, Zhao Hongbing, come and take the stool, 3 cards
Zhao Hongwei and Zhao Hongbing became the little soldier beside Zhao Wenge at this time, but the two brothers were still very obedient, so they ran home to carry the stool.
Soon the two brothers ran back with stools
Ding Xiaojun looked at Yuan Xue with a suspicious face, Aunt Xue, please explain it clearly, I still don’t understand.
Don't understand?
Yuan Xue was a little amused and crying, well, that's right! You definitely won't understand
Yuan Xue thought to herself, if you Ding Xiaojun understands everything, can you let go if you touch that place? It would be strange if you didn’t get me touched!
Yuan Xue pulled out the slingshot from her trouser pocket and couldn't help laughing. Haha, what's wrong with me, I just want to put it in my trouser pocket! Take it!
Yuan Xue handed the slingshot to Ding Xiaojun, but his hand touched Ding Xiaojun's hand. In the moment, Yuan Xue only felt a panic in her heart, a heart ding dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong
Ah, what's wrong with me! Xiaojun is still a child, how can I do this? Can you say that I'm really sexy?
Yuan Xue muttered to herself, and couldn't help but look at Ding Xiaojun for a long time. It didn't matter if she saw it. It turned out that the dream she had last night was Ding Xiaojun who was doing that with her.
Aunt Xue, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?
Ding Xiaojun had never seen Yuan Xue like this before. Her expression was strange, but her eyes were quite gentle.
No... No, Aunt Xue... It's not so comfortable. Xiaojun, let's go quickly, it's getting dark!
Yuan Xue tried her best to hide it, but the sound was very floating, making people unable to understand it.
Ding Xiaojun wanted to say something else, but heard Fang Lei shouting. Fang Lei's voice was very sharp, crisp and loud. Ding Xiaojun could still hear it after several houses.
Aunt Xue, my sister is calling me!
Ding Xiaojun left a word, turned around and ran away
Ding Xiaojun returned home and saw that the dining table had been set up. Fang Jiahua was sitting at the dining table, but Fang Lei stood by the door, humming Li Tiemei's singing in the Peking Opera model opera "Red Lantern": My cousin, I can't count it, there is no big deal, I won't come to the door...
Sister, hehe, there must be something good
Ding Xiaojun made a face at Fang Lei, hurriedly ran to Fang Jiahua and sat down. What's going on with my dad and my sister today?
What's up? Be happy!
Fang Lei snatched the white snatch, don’t you allow it? Haha, brother, I’m really eye-opening today!
Fang Lei said, pushed the door and closed it, then sat next to Ding Xiaojun, clasped his fists at Ding Xiaojun with both hands, brother, admire it! Haha, so happy!
you?
Fang Jiahua looked at the couple in a daze, smiled bitterly, then held the bowl and squeezed the rice into his mouth.
It was not until Ding Xiaojun sat down that she could see clearly that her sister Fang Lei not only fryed eggs, but also fryed a plate of marinated meat and cooked a soup.
Sister, there are a lot of food! Are you having a holiday?
Ding Xiaojun said, but his eyes were paying attention to Fang Lei
Talk too much!
Fang Lei got her mouth and hand, and a chopstick hit Ding Xiaojun's back
Sister! Why are you so fast?
Ding Xiaojun looked at Fang Lei with dissatisfaction
Am I fast?
Fang Lei raised her hand, hehe, no matter how fast it is, it is not as fast as my brother!
Ding Xiaojun wanted to be more ugly, but when she turned around, she saw her old stepfather Fang Jiahua put down the bowl.
Dad, what are you doing?
Ding Xiaojun asked carefully, are you tired?
Oh! Choked!
Fang Jiahua reached out and patted, "You siblings! I have heard of Xiaojun and Xiaojun, it's all my fault for dad, it's dad that you've been learning bad things!"
Living under the same roof, counting the days. In 1968, Ding Xiaojun's biological father Ding Shaoyong died to protect the statue of Chairman Mao and save two primary school students. In 1970, Fang Jiahua and Ding Xiaojun's mother Hu Liying got married, and it has been 6 years since then.
Fang Jiahua still doesn't know everything about Ding Xiaojun
But Fang Jiahua thinks so. Ding Xiaojun is actually very kind-hearted except being naughty.
Blasting the window glass of Zhao Wenge's house and interrupting Zhao Wenge's house's chicken claws. Fang Jiahua knew that it was Ding Xiaojun who did it.
But Ding Xiaojun is for his post-dad, Ah. If it weren't for Fang Jiahua, Ding Xiaojun wouldn't have done that unethical thing.
Xiaojun! Alas, I'm sorry for you!
Fang Jiahua suddenly said something, almost scaring Ding Xiaojun to fall down Ding Xiaojun was about to ask, but Fang Lei quickly stepped on him from under the table
I could have had a happy meal, but when I thought of the evening, the atmosphere suddenly became dull
Fang Jiahua only ate one bowl and put it down
After Fang Lei took Ding Xiaojun to eat, she began to collect the dishes and wash them.
Ding Xiaojun wiped his mouth and was about to leave, but Fang Lei grabbed it
Let's wait, I'll tell you something
Fang Lei said, but peeked at Fang Jiahua with his eyes and Ding Xiaojun understood Fang Lei's meaning, so he sat next to Fang Jiahua.
Dad, don't be too sad, I'll be obedient in the future
Ding Xiaojun looked at Fang Jiahua timidly. Fang Jiahua reached out and patted Ding Xiaojun gently on the back of his hand, then stood up and went out. Ding Xiaojun wanted to go out, but Fang Lei stopped.
Xiaojun, if you think of a way, you can treat his family well, you must make him afraid!
Fang Lei was almost begging Ding Xiaojun, which was a big deal that Ding Xiaojun couldn't stand it.
Sister, I know! Let’s see tonight first, what do you say about that dog?
Ding Xiaojun stared at Fang Lei's eyes. Ding Xiaojun usually looked at Fang Lei's almond eyes, but at this time, Fang Lei was squinting his eyes, as if he had many worries.
The criticism meeting was held as scheduled in the evening, but the atmosphere was very different from the previous day.
Originally, Zhu Weixing and Huang Yuejin led the militia to escort Fang Jiahua and the two women who were fighting into the conference room, but the two guys said they were uncomfortable and their stomachache was so painful that they couldn't straighten their waists.
Since the leaders said they were sick, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals below naturally refused to come forward. Now that they are now, who is willing to make enemies with others? They must be unwilling to do so.
Without help, and being angry with his wife and children at home, Zhao Wenge sat alone in front of the rostrum, shouting softly and weakly.
The criticism meeting has begun
Zhao Hongwei, Zhao Hongbing, come and take the stool, 3 cards
Zhao Hongwei and Zhao Hongbing became the little soldier beside Zhao Wenge at this time, but the two brothers were still very obedient, so they ran home to carry the stool.
Soon the two brothers ran back with stools
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