It was eleven o’clock when Zhang Er’s "Mao" arrived home, Yang Yueru was still not at home, but a small basin and a pair of chopsticks were placed on the coffee table in the living room, and there were a lot of leftover bones on the side...
Zhang Er's "Mao" had a bowl on the top, and it seemed that there was still some residual heat. He stretched it out to his nose and smelled it: It's really fragrant, an absolute local chicken, only authentic local chickens can make this smell.
Could it be that Yang Yueru helped her boil the chicken soup? Could it be that she was not there and was taken advantage of by Deng Chao's kid? "Deng Chao of the dog day, you just have to taste it. I actually drank it with Lao Tzu, and I am going!" Zhang Er's "Mao" looked angry, and put down the basin in his hand and headed towards Deng Chao's bedroom aggressively. Go.
Walking to the door of the room, Zhang Er's "Mao" raised his arm and was about to smash the door, but he was stunned for a while. Although his arm had already been raised, he still couldn't smash it down! Why? Because Deng Chao's "**"/"Dang" cry came from the room.
"Oh, comfortable, comfortable, ah... ah..." This was Deng Chao's rude gasp, as if he was working hard.
"Huh?" Zhang Er's "Mao" face was shocked! No way? I’ve only been back for a few days now. Deng Chao, this kid wouldn’t just give Yang Yueru... Zhang Er's "Mao" that was angry, and he greeted Deng Chao’s eighteenth generation ancestors in his heart, turned around and was about to leave, but at this time Deng Chao's cry came from the room again.
"Oh, it doesn't work, it doesn't work, I can't hold back after a few days, I want...***!"
"Don't... Don't move, don't move!"
No, this is not Yang Yueru's voice, this is... It's Ma Chunhua's cry. "Ma Chunhua of Dog Day, and Deng Chao in broad daylight. It's just their pair of dog girls,'**', a thief, a gangster, I'm here!"
Zhang Er's "Mao" cursed viciously in his heart, but his face bloomed with joy. Hey, fortunately, it’s not Yang Yueru, or else... Besides, I can’t blame Ma Chunhua. After all, Deng Chao works the night shift, and there is no time to do it this evening. This can only be done after Deng Chao gets off work and Yang Yueru finds someone after he goes out. The opportunity is cool, not.
"Brother Chao, don't move, don't... Don't take it out, calm down, calm down and come back."
"Dead mother, you haven't had an addiction after running so much water and the sheets are soaking wet?"
"Huh, you are so bad!"
"Hehe..." Zhang Er's "Mao" couldn't help but laugh when he heard the voice coming from the room, and when he looked down, he realized that his crotch had already reached the top of the old man. Fortunately, these trousers were bought by Song Zhiyuan for himself. They are probably of good quality, otherwise they will break out sooner or later!
"Brother Chao, why don't you go to work, staying up all night is not good for your health, you can see how thin you are. If you don't feel bad for me, I feel bad for it!"
"That won't work, I... I can't rely on you to feed me as a big man?"
"Brother Chao, when is this, don't you understand my feelings for you, you still say such things."
"Oh... Chunhua, I am actually in trouble. I also know that being a security guard can't make a lot of money, but after all, it's a job that the second "Mao" helped me win. I can't put the second "Mao" alone. Stay in Blue Moon, you can't let me have a mother-in-law and forget my brother."
After listening to Deng Chao's words, Zhang Er's "Mao" standing at the door was deeply moved. It's rare, can Deng Chao still think of himself when he is doing that, he deserves to be a good brother!
"Oh... Don't say anything, come again, I'm so happy with you! Ah... Ah..."
"Ah... Ah..."
The harmonious voice of Deng Chao and Ma Chunhua came from the room again, but Zhang Er's "Mao" didn't listen anymore, but tiptoed back, retreated to the living room, and then went into his bedroom.
I took off my pants, and my gadgets are still up and down. The panties... The front of the panties is soaked! Your mother, no, I can also run water. Isn't running water a woman's patent? How come men can also run water? Zhang Er's "Mao" shook his head helplessly, and then fell to the ground hard.
Originally Zhang Er's "Mao" didn't want to have sex, and wanted to leave the first time to Yang Yueru or Yang Mengling, and Song Siyi and the like, but now my heart starts to itch again, especially when I have that spring dream. After that, especially after entangled with Li Jingjing in his dream, the current Zhang Er's "Mao" is really just a "Sao" chicken/male, and my heart began to panic again.
Zhang Er's "Mao" fell asleep in his wild thoughts and dreams, but he didn't sleep too much. He was still thinking about going to work at night and thinking about the bank card password. If you have a password, you have money, and if you have money, you will have beautiful women. If you have beautiful women, you can **, hehe...
Zhang Er's "Mao" got up just after four o'clock. When he walked into the living room, the bowls and chopsticks on the coffee table were gone, but there was a pot on the table in the dining room. The inside was really steaming and fragrant chicken soup.
The authentic local chicken is more fragrant than the chicken soup made by Ma Chunhua just now! Why? Because this hot is made by Yang Yueru that Xiao Nizi personally helped herself to boil it, if it is said that the hot is boiled by a local chicken, then the person who makes the soup is a chicken, the one who has not been touched by the rooster, hehe...
He filled a bowl of rice, drank a bowl of chicken soup, ate a few pieces of chicken, Zhang Er's "Mao" wiped the oily water from his mouth and walked out of the house, but he didn't notice that Yang Yueru's head just came out of the house with his front feet. Stretched out from the bedroom, with a happy smile on his face, but also with a somewhat disappointed expression.
Entering the elevator, Zhang Er's "Mao" stretched out his hand to the "1" character on the elevator button, but he could not press it for a long time. The figures of Yang Mengling and Song Siyi appeared in his head.
Yang Mengling and Song Siyi know each other, they are friends and good sisters, which means that this little girl should also know Song Siyi's birthday.
Correct! I know for sure! Zhang Er's "Mao" was smug, raised his arm, stretched out his finger, and pressed the "11" key on the elevator button hard. One is one, the other is eleven, but this is the effect... Hey!
Stepping out of the elevator, walking to the door of Yang Mengling's room, Zhang Er's "Mao" arm had already been raised, but he couldn't knock it down.
Last night I was naked/"naked"/in the bathroom. Yang Mengling and Yang Yueru carried them to the bathroom, which means that their bodies have been seen by others. The most important thing is At that time, I was still dreaming of spring dreams, and I don’t know if my gadget was turned up at the time, what Yang Mengling thought at the time, whether there was running water... It’s embarrassing, isn’t it
Zhang Er's "Mao" arms stretched out in front of the door, and his head slowly dropped. It was really embarrassing for a while, but at this moment the door opened, and a middle-aged man came out, Zhang Er "Mao" His fist almost hit the opponent's forehead.
"Huh?" Song Ziqiang's face was shocked, and he stretched out his hand and put aside the two "Mao" arms. "what are you doing?"
"Huh?" Zhang Er's "Mao" saw that Song Ziqiang was standing in front of him, and he couldn't help being taken aback. "Song... Mr. Song, why are you?" Chao! How could it be this old thing? Could it be that this guy also came to meet Yang Mengling's woman in broad daylight...
Do evil, commit evil! Yang Mengling, Yang Mengling, I think you also look good, young, beautiful, and taller. How can you... just like this? Disappointed, extremely disappointed! It's really cheap for this old thing in front of me!
"Why can't it be me, boy, this is my house!" Song Zihao looked angry and stared at Zhang Er's "Mao" ferociously. "Let's talk about it, what did you just want to do?"
"I... Um..." Song Ziqiang, not only the younger brother of Song Zihao, but also the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, can't afford to offend him. "This is your home? This... Isn't this the twelfth floor? Oh, did I press the wrong elevator? Is this the eleventh floor? Oh, I'm so sorry, I really did press the wrong one!" Zhang Er "Mao" A face of tension and anger, he turned and rushed towards the top of the stairs, but he was stopped by Song Ziqiang just two steps behind him.
"Stop!" The angry expression on Song Ziqiang's face disappeared, replaced by a smug look on his face. "Zhang Er "Mao", aren't you here to see our family Mengling, are you?" This guy doesn't like Mengling, right? If that's the case... Haha, big things are possible!
"No, of course not!" Zhang Er's "Mao" is still nervous. Your Mengling? I am facing, do I dare to find her? Can I brazenly grab a woman with a deputy chief? Of course not! Of course I don’t dare to know it, but secretly... Hehe! "Mr. Song, how dare I steal a woman from you, hehe!"
"Huh?" Hearing what Zhang Er's "Mao" said, Song Ziqiang was confused, but after he understood something, he shouted at Zhang Er's "Mao" with a vicious expression on his face: "Boy , What are you talking about? What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing! Nothing!" Seeing the anger on Song Ziqiang's face, Zhang Er's "Mao" was nervous, but he didn't want to hurt Yang Mengling. He turned around and rushed towards the stairs without daring to look back at his head.
"I am! I am so unlucky today. All I met were a pair of dog men and women, like Deng Chao and Ma Chunhua, Song Ziqiang and Yang Mengling, I don’t know... I don’t know when my own bitch will appear. ?"