Chapter 9 Sister, why are you still growing underneath...

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Just trousers

We are not wearing any adults here, but only women wear it. Are you wearing it?

Xiao Liusi said that and touched her butt, touched the edge of her pants and said with a smile: Sister, you're wearing it.

Silly brat, stop touching, my sister is so itchy

Sister Daozi, why is it itchy? I'll scratch you

Xiao Liusi said that, then reached into his hand. Before he scratched, he touched a few hairs and shouted: Sister, why do you still have hairs under you? Why don’t I have it?

Xiao Liusi's hand made the rice wet for a long time. Seeing Xiao Liusi really stood up and put it in front of her. Although she couldn't see clearly, the girl in this big city blushed. It seemed that the mice were shy and couldn't come out. She couldn't smell the smell of urine, but she buried her head in the quilt and never dared to speak again.

Rice no longer explains the difference between rice and wheat. In fact, as long as you walk a few hundred kilometers a little, there are rice in the vast Liaobei Plain. The taste seems to be sweeter than rice in the south. However, the Xinghua Village’s understanding of rice is only on the name Chu Daozi.

Meng Fanyou kept muttering Daozi. He had been confused by Daozi's little white arms, and he called her name at night.

Meng Qingnian scolded him: Which one is better than rice, millet, sorghum, is called more millet in the future, and it can't be said to be more productive.

Meng Fanyou said: I want rice, rice is white

The rice is indeed white, even whiter than Sun Weihong and Chen Qinghua. Meng Qingnian also saw the small ball of white meat. When teaching kindergarten, he saw the little white when he was rubbing his child's nose from outside the window. He swallowed his saliva

The guy who had been silent for many years suddenly reacted, but in front of him the fifty-year-old loudspeaker stopped.

My wife, Dalabao, was once a flower. When she was young, she also had white flesh. She planted her hair on this white flesh and gave birth to Meng Fanyun, Meng Fanhong, Meng Fange and Meng Fanyou.

After being planted with this white meat countless times, she gave birth to three boys and one girl. Meng Fanyun got married and went to school. Meng Fanhong had already married. Meng Fange's child was already in elementary school. Only this baby is still young and is over 20 years old.

It's strange that the first three children made Meng Qingnian look shining. They are all handsome and skilled. They are also skilled. Sn in law, but they are still a team leader. Although they are not as good as the secretary, they are also personal.

Xiao Si made him frown. Not only did he learn to study in a mess, he was shorter than his sister, but he was even a little slut. He was not much taller than Wu Dalang, and he didn't know how to do it in the field. He could not cut wheat with a sickle and cut it on his hands. He could not do anything.

The clothes were good, but he spent several dollars on a brand new military uniform. After washing, he even let the pig eat a few holes. He was so distressed that the loudspeaker called for several days

If it was a little better, with Meng Qingnian's prestige in these villages, I don't know how many girls came to be their wives. However, Wu Dalang's reputation had long been outside. He said that being a soldier was not high enough. He gave many gifts but failed to pass the inspection. He didn't say that he had used a few old hens in vain, but he just gave out a few big baskets of salted goose eggs, and the loudspeaker called for several days.

Meng Qingnian was really unable to do anything, so he made up his mind to slap the big trumpet hard in the dark sky, making the big trumpet scream even more powerful. His body, which had already turned black and yellow, was rubbing red with the same dead pork, and he kept shouting in his mouth, "Little Chisel, it's so amazing, Chisel, I've killed myself.