Everyone was waiting for her to come on stage. Many guests stood up at the farther table, wanting to see the little aunt's beauty in person.
I usually see her on TV or print media. Although she is bright and beautiful, she is separated by a layer after all. Now she is right in front of her. How can I miss this opportunity?
A beautiful woman is already eye-catching, but she is a well-known political figure. It would be fine if she is a film and television star, but she only relies on her beautiful baby-like face, and it is also possible to imagine whether the straw is in her head. She is different. Her sharp eloquence and elegant words and deeds all show that she is a woman with a clear mind in her heart, so she is more attractive to men of different ages, or even women.
When I saw her, I realized that the vote was not voted for her in vain. The host on the stage urged her to invite him again. The guest stood up and waited and watched.
Auntie Xiaohan, someone is urging him. Hanmin reminded her next to her.
Do you call me Auntie Xi? She stopped talking and asked sideways with her eyes on her.
The table was filled with laughter from men, women, young and old. Hanmin shut up. The main table. The man moved his seat to her table, clasped his fists and said: "I'm polite, Aunt Wonderful, I've come to the stage to deliver a speech, please
At this time, she stood up and looked around the scene first. Seeing many people clapping their hands to look forward to her appearance, she moved with satisfaction.
There is a room for breastfeeding on the main table. Please take your seat after you step down. The man's host is talking while guiding her on the stage. She just greeted everyone blindly and ignored him and went on stage.
This is a feast for the old family governor Xu Sang to marry his wife. It was held on the playground of the primary school. There were at least four hundred tables on the table, and the colorful tent almost covered the entire playground. The crowds of people were filled with people. The light bulbs under the tent would light up the originally quiet primary school after night. The guests could see the target without any guidance and guidance.
Xu Sang, the old village chief, is quite famous in the local area and has made good friends. He is also a big shot during the election. He has met many politicians, and even the central level is a person. So what is her little aunt Chen Qiuxiang?
But a provincial councillor!
But she was confused about the arrogant attitude towards the host. Her assistant Hanmin knew the subtle relationship in this way.
All of them are male heavyweight politicians, including central officials, civil representatives, and deputy speakers of the local council. However, since she came to the stage, she became the green leaves that set off her red flower, so she bowed slightly to her politely, only Zhang Jingbo smiled and blinked at her.
The little aunt was wearing a white dress and white high heels, which seemed to be a white lotus. The pink rose on her chest and a touch of red lips were all decorated very appropriately, which made many disciples whistle and shout: Auntie, I love breasts
After Qiuxiang came to the station to stand in front of the microphone in the central Taiwan center, the chaotic scene was obviously much calmer, which made the big men behind her sigh; just now, the guests in the audience had never given such good treatment.
The vulgar and prominent figure behind her was cursing in her heart, "It's Gan Yi, not Yi Niang."
There is only one person here who is qualified to call me Auntie Xihan
As soon as she opened her remarks, everyone laughed: Yi is Xu Sang. She pointed to the host in the audience and said loudly that the guests started to make the old friend laugh dryly.
Yi is Ruan's nephew, which is a fact that cannot be changed. She then changed her words to be gentle: Girl, I'm still waiting to be a good person!
Is it in the room? Someone teased in a low voice in the audience
I would like to give this a special explanation. Although the little boy who called my aunt got married today, I am not old
She glanced at the bottom of the audience and continued: I am still waiting for the prince charming in my mind!
While everyone applauded, shouted, and joked, the groom whispered: Heart
Finally, while blessing the couple, I also bless myself. I hope that at this time next year, I can also invite everyone to have a wedding wine. Thank you, thank you everyone for bowing 90 degrees.
Auntie, I love breasts. Someone shouted again from the audience, applause mixed with whistles, and sent her to the politician seat in the back row, standing next to Zhang Jingbo's legislator
The title of this little aunt was originally used by Xu Sang alone. When she first participated in the political arena, her election director-general was naturally the position of her nephew Xu Lichang. After calling her for a long time, the colleagues in the election headquarters felt very friendly, so she had a sudden inspiration. Why not just use this title to replace her very vulgar name?
So he became famous, and the little aunt has made a name for herself in the political arena since then
The little aunt represents fresh, unrestrained, intimate and unique
In such a hurry to promote himself, Zhang Jingbo said softly: I'm afraid I can't get married!!
She smiled at the guests
Believe it or not, I dare to pinch my breasts butt on this stage, and he also smiled at the crowd
You're going to die!
The one who is about to die is the milk. Look, the mortal enemy of the milk has come on stage. Shizuba said
Sure enough, the next person to the stage was County Councilor Wang Juan. At first glance, she was obviously interested in leaving her. She wore a red dress and floated up like a crane.
Wang Juan's title of rising into politics is "The Matchmaker", which is suspected of plagiarism of the little aunt; in order to cooperate with the title, she often wears similar makeup.
Just a scorching old hen. The little aunt Chen Qiuxiang said disdainfully: Is it suitable for your appetite?
How do you know if you haven’t eaten it? Legislator Zhang said provocatively: Besides, she is almost eight years younger than her breasts. She is called an old hen. Isn’t it too poisonous?
For his words, she somehow knocked over the jealous jar, and then stretched her face and felt sulking. Even Wang Juan said nothing, she felt like a duck.
Wang Juan's rise depends on the political resources that the Wang family has controlled locally for many years, otherwise she would be quite suitable for the female worker in the processing factory.
Now the local elders compare her with the little aunt, believing that she will eventually be equated with her status and become the two heroes in the local area. It's simply bullshit. The little aunt is the little aunt, and no one can replace or stand side by side.
Really!
When arranging the seats, her nephew Xu Sang was quite considerate, and there was no share in Wang Juan's main table.
Perhaps everyone is a heavyweight politician. Wang Kai, the eldest brother of the Wang family, is already representative, and naturally it is not her turn, but Qiu Xiang would rather believe that her nephew was trying to please her.
The dance on the stage is very lively, and the wine glasses below the stage are very lively. Of course, the little aunt is still the focus. Many people come to her to drink, and only to the newcomers are toast. Some people feel uncomfortable when the transfer of the host and the guest.
She had no time to pay attention to irrelevant things, and her cheeks flushed after drinking
The popularity of breasts, let alone the people at this table, Zhang Jingbo followed her and said: Even I am going to be jealous
The rest of the people didn't talk about her red face and smiled particularly charmingly: My nephew deserves to be unlucky, who taught him to throw his eyes at the Wang family in the past?
Then what I say?
You? Are you jealous too? She pushed him with her elbow: My Master
Of course, otherwise how could I want to be Tang Bohu tonight? He seemed to be dripping with saliva in ambiguous way.
The little aunt was lying on his thighs under the table, and he almost screamed out: You can go to the old hen, who is eight years younger than me!
As he was talking, the old hen Wang Juan really brought a wine glass to the main table, patted her elder brother Wang Kai, and said: Brother, let's change seats and let me respect the elders.
Wang Kai gave up, and as soon as she sat down, she filled her cup and glanced at the table.
The two men of men gathered together, and our table was lively. The Speaker Zheng shouted
Then start with the Speaker! Wang Juan raised her glass at him
No, no, the Speaker yelled again: There are so many at the central level, it's not my turn
But you are her direct chief! A central official said: Who told her to be under your brutes?
The word Mao is the nickname of the word Hui. Everyone in the officialdom knows this joke, so they burst into laughter again.
Speaker Zheng had no choice but to grab the wine glass and drink it
So Wang Juan began to respect the clock, but it was the little aunt Qiuxiang's turn and jumped over. The table was full of clarity and was just waiting to watch the show.
After the round, Wang Juan slowly filled the cup again and said to the little aunt with a smile: Good sister, you are the only future political star in this table. Let me flatter you, and I will be the last one to pay tribute to you. I hope you can give me more
This word is well said, turning the original intentional contempt into praise
When we are old, we may have to rely on the little aunt to give us a bowl of rice in the future. Of course, Speaker Zheng took the lead in praising his maiden girl
My little aunt respects the elderly and respects the virtuous, and will never forget us
Her political future is promising!
The younger generation is terrifying. If you say this today, the little aunt cannot forget it!
Everyone should raise their glasses
Everyone exclaimed political words, and they all raised their glasses to toast her
Wait! The little aunt shouted loudly and then stood up: Dear seniors, I have been loved by you for many years before I can get to this day. Don’t let me kill you, let me fuck this cup first
She raised her neck to show sincerity, and she should do it first.
The fire ignited by Wang Juan has finally faded away. Now the little aunt only needs to deal with her.
The real star of tomorrow, Xiaojuan, is milk
She raised her cup again; Who doesn’t know the background of the Hongniang? The wife Wang family stepped on her feet and asked me where my little aunt was going to go? Stop making trouble. Next election, I will ask the mother to support me? Come on, I’ll give you three cups first
She fucked without any ambiguity
Everyone is their own people, and Zhang Jingbo also stood up to smooth things over: What are the breasts doing? They make them look like mortal enemies.
Legislator Zhang said the wrong thing and deserves a penalty. Wang Juan also stood up, held the little aunt's hand and said: We are good sisters!
That's it! He came to sow discord. The little aunt looked at Zhang Jingbo with reproach
It's time to punish, it's time to punish. Everyone pointed at Jingbo's mouth.
OK, OK, I'm troublesome, he's done it
Ajuan, it’s not right for breast milk. Xu Sang spoke at this time: Mum and the little aunt are good sisters, so I would like to ask if I should call me Mum aunt too?
This time, the audience laughed even happier
I usually see her on TV or print media. Although she is bright and beautiful, she is separated by a layer after all. Now she is right in front of her. How can I miss this opportunity?
A beautiful woman is already eye-catching, but she is a well-known political figure. It would be fine if she is a film and television star, but she only relies on her beautiful baby-like face, and it is also possible to imagine whether the straw is in her head. She is different. Her sharp eloquence and elegant words and deeds all show that she is a woman with a clear mind in her heart, so she is more attractive to men of different ages, or even women.
When I saw her, I realized that the vote was not voted for her in vain. The host on the stage urged her to invite him again. The guest stood up and waited and watched.
Auntie Xiaohan, someone is urging him. Hanmin reminded her next to her.
Do you call me Auntie Xi? She stopped talking and asked sideways with her eyes on her.
The table was filled with laughter from men, women, young and old. Hanmin shut up. The main table. The man moved his seat to her table, clasped his fists and said: "I'm polite, Aunt Wonderful, I've come to the stage to deliver a speech, please
At this time, she stood up and looked around the scene first. Seeing many people clapping their hands to look forward to her appearance, she moved with satisfaction.
There is a room for breastfeeding on the main table. Please take your seat after you step down. The man's host is talking while guiding her on the stage. She just greeted everyone blindly and ignored him and went on stage.
This is a feast for the old family governor Xu Sang to marry his wife. It was held on the playground of the primary school. There were at least four hundred tables on the table, and the colorful tent almost covered the entire playground. The crowds of people were filled with people. The light bulbs under the tent would light up the originally quiet primary school after night. The guests could see the target without any guidance and guidance.
Xu Sang, the old village chief, is quite famous in the local area and has made good friends. He is also a big shot during the election. He has met many politicians, and even the central level is a person. So what is her little aunt Chen Qiuxiang?
But a provincial councillor!
But she was confused about the arrogant attitude towards the host. Her assistant Hanmin knew the subtle relationship in this way.
All of them are male heavyweight politicians, including central officials, civil representatives, and deputy speakers of the local council. However, since she came to the stage, she became the green leaves that set off her red flower, so she bowed slightly to her politely, only Zhang Jingbo smiled and blinked at her.
The little aunt was wearing a white dress and white high heels, which seemed to be a white lotus. The pink rose on her chest and a touch of red lips were all decorated very appropriately, which made many disciples whistle and shout: Auntie, I love breasts
After Qiuxiang came to the station to stand in front of the microphone in the central Taiwan center, the chaotic scene was obviously much calmer, which made the big men behind her sigh; just now, the guests in the audience had never given such good treatment.
The vulgar and prominent figure behind her was cursing in her heart, "It's Gan Yi, not Yi Niang."
There is only one person here who is qualified to call me Auntie Xihan
As soon as she opened her remarks, everyone laughed: Yi is Xu Sang. She pointed to the host in the audience and said loudly that the guests started to make the old friend laugh dryly.
Yi is Ruan's nephew, which is a fact that cannot be changed. She then changed her words to be gentle: Girl, I'm still waiting to be a good person!
Is it in the room? Someone teased in a low voice in the audience
I would like to give this a special explanation. Although the little boy who called my aunt got married today, I am not old
She glanced at the bottom of the audience and continued: I am still waiting for the prince charming in my mind!
While everyone applauded, shouted, and joked, the groom whispered: Heart
Finally, while blessing the couple, I also bless myself. I hope that at this time next year, I can also invite everyone to have a wedding wine. Thank you, thank you everyone for bowing 90 degrees.
Auntie, I love breasts. Someone shouted again from the audience, applause mixed with whistles, and sent her to the politician seat in the back row, standing next to Zhang Jingbo's legislator
The title of this little aunt was originally used by Xu Sang alone. When she first participated in the political arena, her election director-general was naturally the position of her nephew Xu Lichang. After calling her for a long time, the colleagues in the election headquarters felt very friendly, so she had a sudden inspiration. Why not just use this title to replace her very vulgar name?
So he became famous, and the little aunt has made a name for herself in the political arena since then
The little aunt represents fresh, unrestrained, intimate and unique
In such a hurry to promote himself, Zhang Jingbo said softly: I'm afraid I can't get married!!
She smiled at the guests
Believe it or not, I dare to pinch my breasts butt on this stage, and he also smiled at the crowd
You're going to die!
The one who is about to die is the milk. Look, the mortal enemy of the milk has come on stage. Shizuba said
Sure enough, the next person to the stage was County Councilor Wang Juan. At first glance, she was obviously interested in leaving her. She wore a red dress and floated up like a crane.
Wang Juan's title of rising into politics is "The Matchmaker", which is suspected of plagiarism of the little aunt; in order to cooperate with the title, she often wears similar makeup.
Just a scorching old hen. The little aunt Chen Qiuxiang said disdainfully: Is it suitable for your appetite?
How do you know if you haven’t eaten it? Legislator Zhang said provocatively: Besides, she is almost eight years younger than her breasts. She is called an old hen. Isn’t it too poisonous?
For his words, she somehow knocked over the jealous jar, and then stretched her face and felt sulking. Even Wang Juan said nothing, she felt like a duck.
Wang Juan's rise depends on the political resources that the Wang family has controlled locally for many years, otherwise she would be quite suitable for the female worker in the processing factory.
Now the local elders compare her with the little aunt, believing that she will eventually be equated with her status and become the two heroes in the local area. It's simply bullshit. The little aunt is the little aunt, and no one can replace or stand side by side.
Really!
When arranging the seats, her nephew Xu Sang was quite considerate, and there was no share in Wang Juan's main table.
Perhaps everyone is a heavyweight politician. Wang Kai, the eldest brother of the Wang family, is already representative, and naturally it is not her turn, but Qiu Xiang would rather believe that her nephew was trying to please her.
The dance on the stage is very lively, and the wine glasses below the stage are very lively. Of course, the little aunt is still the focus. Many people come to her to drink, and only to the newcomers are toast. Some people feel uncomfortable when the transfer of the host and the guest.
She had no time to pay attention to irrelevant things, and her cheeks flushed after drinking
The popularity of breasts, let alone the people at this table, Zhang Jingbo followed her and said: Even I am going to be jealous
The rest of the people didn't talk about her red face and smiled particularly charmingly: My nephew deserves to be unlucky, who taught him to throw his eyes at the Wang family in the past?
Then what I say?
You? Are you jealous too? She pushed him with her elbow: My Master
Of course, otherwise how could I want to be Tang Bohu tonight? He seemed to be dripping with saliva in ambiguous way.
The little aunt was lying on his thighs under the table, and he almost screamed out: You can go to the old hen, who is eight years younger than me!
As he was talking, the old hen Wang Juan really brought a wine glass to the main table, patted her elder brother Wang Kai, and said: Brother, let's change seats and let me respect the elders.
Wang Kai gave up, and as soon as she sat down, she filled her cup and glanced at the table.
The two men of men gathered together, and our table was lively. The Speaker Zheng shouted
Then start with the Speaker! Wang Juan raised her glass at him
No, no, the Speaker yelled again: There are so many at the central level, it's not my turn
But you are her direct chief! A central official said: Who told her to be under your brutes?
The word Mao is the nickname of the word Hui. Everyone in the officialdom knows this joke, so they burst into laughter again.
Speaker Zheng had no choice but to grab the wine glass and drink it
So Wang Juan began to respect the clock, but it was the little aunt Qiuxiang's turn and jumped over. The table was full of clarity and was just waiting to watch the show.
After the round, Wang Juan slowly filled the cup again and said to the little aunt with a smile: Good sister, you are the only future political star in this table. Let me flatter you, and I will be the last one to pay tribute to you. I hope you can give me more
This word is well said, turning the original intentional contempt into praise
When we are old, we may have to rely on the little aunt to give us a bowl of rice in the future. Of course, Speaker Zheng took the lead in praising his maiden girl
My little aunt respects the elderly and respects the virtuous, and will never forget us
Her political future is promising!
The younger generation is terrifying. If you say this today, the little aunt cannot forget it!
Everyone should raise their glasses
Everyone exclaimed political words, and they all raised their glasses to toast her
Wait! The little aunt shouted loudly and then stood up: Dear seniors, I have been loved by you for many years before I can get to this day. Don’t let me kill you, let me fuck this cup first
She raised her neck to show sincerity, and she should do it first.
The fire ignited by Wang Juan has finally faded away. Now the little aunt only needs to deal with her.
The real star of tomorrow, Xiaojuan, is milk
She raised her cup again; Who doesn’t know the background of the Hongniang? The wife Wang family stepped on her feet and asked me where my little aunt was going to go? Stop making trouble. Next election, I will ask the mother to support me? Come on, I’ll give you three cups first
She fucked without any ambiguity
Everyone is their own people, and Zhang Jingbo also stood up to smooth things over: What are the breasts doing? They make them look like mortal enemies.
Legislator Zhang said the wrong thing and deserves a penalty. Wang Juan also stood up, held the little aunt's hand and said: We are good sisters!
That's it! He came to sow discord. The little aunt looked at Zhang Jingbo with reproach
It's time to punish, it's time to punish. Everyone pointed at Jingbo's mouth.
OK, OK, I'm troublesome, he's done it
Ajuan, it’s not right for breast milk. Xu Sang spoke at this time: Mum and the little aunt are good sisters, so I would like to ask if I should call me Mum aunt too?
This time, the audience laughed even happier
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