Little Cole is so happy and so happy—Today's dream is so clear, more real than it really is. With that hot skin and sexy muscle lines, she can even feel the slight pain when her lips touch his teeth.
I really don't want to wake up at all!
At first she closed her eyes and kissed him indulgingly, then suddenly she opened her eyes, wanting to take a look at the person under her. She saw his eyes, the dark eyes contained complex emotions, ranging from cold to hot. Seeing her eyes open, he suddenly squinted his eyes, staring at her like electricity!
Little rape suddenly became completely awake.
This Nima is not a dream! ! !
Although the process was very imaginary, she didn't understand what was going on, but the result now is that she pressed the president to the ground and kissed wildly!
He looks very angry!
Little rape apricot eyes widened, and she was scared into a cold sweat. In a hurry, she suddenly became smarter, her eyes closed, her head drooped, her body loosened... pretending to be dizzy.
Wu Wen especially wanted to tell her: the acting is not good at all! Can you overdo it before getting dizzy? Please respect the IQ of the victim Thank you!
Thousands of words, condensed into three words: "Xiao, Cai, Wei!"
Little Cole's head was on the side of his neck, and she heard the sound of his teeth grinding.
Wu Wen took a deep breath and said, "Get me up."
She remained motionless and turned a deaf ear.
Wu Wen continued to gritted his teeth, "I won't get up again, I'll take your clothes." As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the threat was not strong enough for such a hooligan, so he added, "If you do, I will take nude photos."
Little rape slowly opened her eyes, looked at him in surprise, and said weakly, "Wu Wu Wu Wu Wu? What is going on? Where are I, I, and I?" He said. Get up from him with his head.
Wu Wen especially wants to press her dog's head into the hot spring pool, press, press... But now the first thing to do is to pull the bath towel to cover his vigorous little brother.
Little rape has a poor psychological quality. She squatted aside, lowered her head in frustration, her face flushed with shame.
Wu Wen wanted to scold her, but suddenly realized that he didn't know how to speak. Say what? Say "You rascal dare to indecent assault on me. You hate me to die for you to see"? Isn't this the line of the big girl...
After being silent for a while, Wu Wen said in a bad mood, "You have the ability to excel, do you have the ability to continue?"
Little Rape said excitedly, "Mr. Wu, I was wrong! I was just dreaming about my ex-boyfriend! Sorry, sorry, sorry, please don't fire me..."
Wu Wensen was shocked, "Are you not stuttering?"
"Huh?" Little Rape pressed her finger on her mouth, as if it really was? She had been very nervous talking to him before...
By chance, the other side's stubborn illness was cured. Wu Wen felt that he was helping others. He was a little happy, so he was not so angry.
He thought to himself that there was nothing to be angry about. She didn't mean it, but regarded him as her ex-boyfriend. She seemed to have a deep affection for her ex-boyfriend? She seems to be an infatuated girl.
But... Being treated as a stand-in is not always a pleasant thing.
Wu Wen didn't want to embarrass an infatuated little girl, let her go, and in her pleading gaze, promised her that she would not be fired.
He sat on the ground and watched her leave. Her figure is not very popular, but she is slender and slender, with a slender waist that can’t be gripped, and her skin is delicate and her limbs are soft (experienced in person)...
Regarding the interruption just now, Wu Wen suddenly wondered whether he should be fortunate or regret it.
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Lanshan bought an electric mouse in the toy store. The shape of the mouse is very realistic, it is the size of a normal mouse, the fur is gray artificial fur, the long tail is very strong, it can crawl, it can slightly raise its head and lower its head, and it can squeak.
Children's Day is here, and she wants to give this mouse to Schrödinger.
This shameless behavior won Qiao Feng's acquiescence, and he also served as the blue shirt's internal response. After Lanshan put the mouse in the living room, he took Schrödinger into the living room and put it on the ground.
Schrödinger habitually despised the blue shirt, and then he saw a big mouse suddenly sprang out from under the coffee table!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Schrödinger ran away in a hurry, and the big mouse chased him. Finally, it climbed onto the TV cabinet and squatted against the wall, shivering.
Although the mouse can't climb up temporarily, it still feels insecure.
Schrodinger looked at Qiao Feng pitifully, "Meow!"
Qiao Feng pretended not to notice it, he looked down at the newspaper.
The blue shirt controlled the remote control, causing the big mouse to raise his head and call at Schrödinger.
Schrödinger hesitated again and again, boldly detoured down, swish, like lightning, rushed into Qiao Feng's arms.
"Meow, meow!" It acted like a baby in his arms.
Qiao Feng picked up Schrodinger and put it back on the ground.
Schrödinger could hardly imagine that its owner would treat it like this, when the mouse came again!
It had to jump on the sofa again, and finally gave the blue shirt a straight look. The woman was holding a weird-shaped thing in her hand, and she didn't know what she was eating, but she couldn't control that much, she walked awkwardly over and gave a tentative cry beside her.
"Be good, don't be afraid," Lan Shan hugged Schrodinger on his lap, touched his head with one hand, and controlled the remote control with the other, so that the mouse crawled to her feet. Then she kicked the mouse away, "Go to hell, smelly mouse!"
The mouse was kicked to lie on the ground, "squeaked" twice and stopped moving.
Schrodinger began to re-examine the blue shirt.
Next, she touched its head and it did not hide, she scratched its stomach and it endured silently, even when she accidentally touched the scar when it was cleaned, it just shyly caught One leg.
Qiao Feng shook his head helplessly.
Lanshan hugged Schrodinger and said to Qiao Feng, "It's so boring to stay at home, don't you have a nightlife?"
Qiao Feng put down the newspaper and asked, "Aren't you?"
"I was taken by you... Let's go out and play, how about playing billiards?"
"Can."
Lanshan researched which billiards halls nearby on the mobile phone map, but Qiao Feng took out a card from her wallet and handed it to her, "Can you play billiards here, right?"
Lanshan took it and saw that it was the membership card of a nearby entertainment club. Many entertainment clubs are very noble and glamorous these years, and they have a membership system. If you are not a member of our family, you will not let you in if you have money. Lanshan touched the golden membership card of the local tyrant, and replied, "Yes, but you actually have a membership card for this clubhouse, don't you go often?"
"My brother gave it to me."
The blue shirt didn't ask any more.
The two quickly came to the clubhouse and served the ecology with humility. They led them to the billiard room. Before reaching their destination, the blue shirt suddenly stopped at the door of the dart room. "Do you still have a dart room?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Lanshan suddenly changed his mind, "Qiao Feng, shall we go play darts?"
"I will not."
"It's okay, I'll teach you."
Lanshan was discussing with Qiao Feng, and suddenly heard someone calling her not far away, "Blue shirt?"
She looked back, hey, isn't this their boss, what a coincidence.
Song Zicheng was full of emotion. The script he worked so hard to arrange didn't follow the normal plot, and as a result, he could meet his prey when he went out to play. Life, life!
But the man standing next to her is more an eyesore.
The jar came with Song Zicheng, and when he saw the blue shirt, he was also bright, and smiled and waved to her, "Hello beauty!"
Lanshan exchanged greetings with them, and Song Zicheng asked, "Want to play darts?"
"Yes," Lanshan nodded, "Do you want to play with the boss?"
"All right."
The blue shirt was just polite, but he didn't expect that he really agreed. But darts are fun when there are more people.
In fact, there was still a group of people in the box upstairs waiting for Song Zicheng. Now he released their pigeons without hesitation, and accompanied the blue shirt into the dart room.
Qiao Feng didn't say a word, but it was strange that no one ignored his existence. The jar took out a cigarette to smoke in the dart room and handed it to him politely to share. Qiao Feng shook his head, "I don't smoke."
The jar despised him a bit, "Is it a man?"
Qiao Feng didn't respond much, anyway, every day someone questioned whether he was a man, he would refute one by one, wouldn't it be exhausting.
Lanshan was a little unhappy when he heard this. She is now acquainted with Qiao Feng and treats him as her own. She can scold him, but others can't scold him.
But this jar is a friend of the BOSS, she bears it.
Song Zicheng asked Lanshan, "The game?"
"OK."
"301 or 501?"
"301 right."
Qiao Feng looked at the blue shirt confusedly, and the blue shirt explained to him, "301 is the rule of the game. The starting points of the two teams are 301 points, according to the dart score of each round. Click down to deduct, and the first deduction will win. 501 is the same." She told him some other rules.
Song Zicheng asked Lanshan again, "Since it's a game, I always have to place a bet. What to bet on?"
Lanshan doesn’t know what to bet on. It was a good chance to win money when I met a local tyrant today, but Qiao Feng doesn’t know how to play. It’s too risky to team up with him. She can’t decide who wins and who loses. She doesn’t dare to bet. . So she kicked the question back, "Boss, just bet whatever you want to bet on."
Song Zicheng nodded, "The winner can make a request to the loser, as long as it is not excessive, the loser must agree."
"good!"
At this time, the waiter first brought in the drinks ordered by Blue Shirt and Qiao Feng, with a bottle of beer and a glass of orange juice on the tray. The jar thought the orange juice was from the blue shirt, but he didn't expect the girl to copy the beer. And the orange juice was taken away by Qiao Xiaobai's face, he held the cup and took a slow sip.
It was really eye-opening. Jar sneered and asked Qiao Feng, "Is it delicious?"
Qiao Feng didn't hear the irony in his tone, nodded and replied, "It's okay."
The blue shirt saw it, mother, she really wanted to poke a dart into the jar's nostril.
If a woman is not enough for women, she usually gains the favor of other women; and if a man is not enough for men, he usually suffers from the contempt and rejection of other men. Tanzi was so hostile to "Brother Cheng's love rival", but now that he is not enough to be a man, it is not unusual to despise him.
Game start. The four were divided into two teams, Lanshan and Qiao Feng a team, Song Zicheng and Tanzi a team. Song Zicheng carried forward his style and let them throw the blue shirts first.
For some sports that test accuracy, the blue shirt is really talented. She likes playing slingshot since she was a child, and has always been the "slingshot" of their street, a street fighter no one dares to provoke; a little older, she learned archery from her grandfather, and she also dreamed of growing up into the archery team as a country Winning glory, and then nothing came of it.
Later, when she copied things and hit people, she usually made no mistakes.