The third floor uncle has a good business today. The few nails he put on Molière Road are still useful. I will try it next time I change to Masi South Road.
Humph over and put away the tools to make some pork head meat to eat at night. Before entering the account, I was startled by the things that came up behind me.
Xiaomao, what are you running? Oh, and you are taking Fangfang, come here. I see clearly that it is the little red guy downstairs pulling Afang, and Lao Wan jokes again. But the other party just runs and doesn't even pay attention to him.
The little bastard pulled the little girl to do things, sir, slap, like an old fox who couldn't eat grapes, he spitted phlegm anywhere and muttered back to get money to buy vegetables.
You said that the ‘Mediterranean’ didn’t see us, right? He bullied Teacher Zhang like this and wasn’t it easy to deal with us?
Afang was frightened by Xiaomao all the way, so she closed the door at Xiaomao's house and patted her newly developed breasts, worried that she would not be saved by being seen.
It's okay, don't be afraid of him "Mediterranean", the working class of Allah, no fear of heaven or earth!
When I got home, Xiaomao no longer scared Afang
He only felt that it was very exciting just now, inexplicably exciting, and a little bit of a pity. It’s a pity that apart from the red underwear of the ‘Mediterranean’, I didn’t see anything substantial. I scratched my feet through the shoe and worked so hard that I was useless.
However, today I caught the little braid of the "Mediterranean". This guy was serious in front of the student. When he saw a beautiful female teacher, he turned into a pervert hooligan. I must catch him and see if he is fierce in the future.
Working class, your dad left you a note. Afang didn't listen to his bragging and handed the note on the table to Xiaomao
My dad said he gave the money. If my mom came back late and asked me to eat by myself, huh? I'll let me take you with me.
When someone in the hospital wants to use a big knife, Yinfeng has to work overtime, so Guanlong always leaves some money at home before going to work. Of course, Xiaomao knows where to put it.
Ah? My mother is having a break today. I'll go to see it. Afang is a little puzzled. She ran to her own house next door to see if her mother is there
Xiaomao took the money from the chamber pot box and couldn't believe it. Two Mao, I'm getting rich. My dad's brain wouldn't be broken by Aunt Xiulan in the morning.
Afang went there for a while, changed into a pair of clean underwear, and came back and shook her head at Xiaomao, indicating that her mother was not here.
Seeing the money-lover ignore her, she walked to him and sat down and said: Oh...How can your money be hidden in such a place?
What did you say? By the way, the smelliest place is the safest place. It doesn’t matter if you find it out. You are your own family.
Xiaomao is careless and doesn't care. The huge sum of two cents makes him a little dizzy. Happiness comes too quickly
Bah, who is your own family? You can't even say shamelessly. The most dangerous place is the safest place
Afang's face turned red, but her heart was sweet
My mother is not here, I can't help but worry again
You said my mother would talk to your dad... I couldn't continue to say anything halfway through the conversation, and she wasn't sure what the two of them were doing.
Impossible, revolutionary soldiers like my dad are the most active at work. Don't worry, leave. I'll invite you to eat wontons. Put them in your pocket for 2 cents. The little hairy weapon is so majestic that you want to pull Afang.
No, I won't go, I'm so tired after running with you all the way
The woman started to be coquettish and the steel bars turned around and her fingers were soft. Afang knocked on her calves and looked at Xiaomao pitifully.
Xiaomao looked at the white calves exposed under her skirt and swallowed. Fortunately, she could only think about it after food and clothing. After a few seconds, he came back to his senses and understood it and said helplessly.
Queen Mother, you are here, I will buy it for you! After saying that, I took the steel pot to buy wontons
Afang actually did it on purpose, so she could wash her wet panties during the day. As soon as she went to her schoolbag to take out her panties, the dead ghost at the door exposed her head, put down the pot, and tiptoed to Afang, who was facing away from the door, and snatched her panties.
Oh... Come and see... Seibei Afang's pants!
Xiaomao walked to the first floor and came back again to ask Afang if he wanted to buy a tiger claw, where should the fried dough sticks be sold?
When I came up and saw Afang rumbling through something secretly, I was about to scare her
Give me back, please Xiaomao, you stinky hooligan, ah... Ah... With a scream, Afang, who was blushing and fighting for everything, jumped to the dead man's underwear that was raised in his hand, pulled and pulled, and then stepped on Xiaomao's feet. Xiaomao was in pain and couldn't stand firm and fell down with Afang.
The afterglow of the sunset shone on Afang's red face and turned a golden color. Xiaomao felt that Afang was beautiful at this time, and she could not find any words to describe her beauty.
He was a little drunk when he smelled the girl's breath like orchid and warm body fragrance; his eyes were red, and he pressed her down, holding her underwear in one hand, his chest to legs tightly pressed against her
The sound of fighting in the room stopped abruptly and changed into silent ambiguity surrounding the two of them. The breathing began to get a little rapid. Afang closed her eyes. She tried hard to maintain her calmness on the surface, but her heart was about to jump out of her throat.
She likes Xiaomao, but when the truth comes to an end, she hates herself as stiff as a piece of wood. The nervousness overwhelms all her feelings at this moment. It’s very comfortable to be pressed by him, but she can’t breathe
I want to end but not always like this. The only thing I can do is to close my eyes and keep it still. The sunflowers are facing the sun. Let me pick them up.
Xiaomao is also like a piece of wood. Now his unexpected state makes him wonder how to deal with it. Afang closed his eyes, Xiaomao stared at the red lips and swallowed, his heart beating wildly
When it comes to his belief that he is a hero, he is finally sad and his mind is blank
Sweat, dripping along the temples on the two slightly raised hills below
He felt thirsty, and there seemed to be a tempting sweet spring hidden under the pink halves.
After a moment, slowly, gasping, his head leaned down...
Humph over and put away the tools to make some pork head meat to eat at night. Before entering the account, I was startled by the things that came up behind me.
Xiaomao, what are you running? Oh, and you are taking Fangfang, come here. I see clearly that it is the little red guy downstairs pulling Afang, and Lao Wan jokes again. But the other party just runs and doesn't even pay attention to him.
The little bastard pulled the little girl to do things, sir, slap, like an old fox who couldn't eat grapes, he spitted phlegm anywhere and muttered back to get money to buy vegetables.
You said that the ‘Mediterranean’ didn’t see us, right? He bullied Teacher Zhang like this and wasn’t it easy to deal with us?
Afang was frightened by Xiaomao all the way, so she closed the door at Xiaomao's house and patted her newly developed breasts, worried that she would not be saved by being seen.
It's okay, don't be afraid of him "Mediterranean", the working class of Allah, no fear of heaven or earth!
When I got home, Xiaomao no longer scared Afang
He only felt that it was very exciting just now, inexplicably exciting, and a little bit of a pity. It’s a pity that apart from the red underwear of the ‘Mediterranean’, I didn’t see anything substantial. I scratched my feet through the shoe and worked so hard that I was useless.
However, today I caught the little braid of the "Mediterranean". This guy was serious in front of the student. When he saw a beautiful female teacher, he turned into a pervert hooligan. I must catch him and see if he is fierce in the future.
Working class, your dad left you a note. Afang didn't listen to his bragging and handed the note on the table to Xiaomao
My dad said he gave the money. If my mom came back late and asked me to eat by myself, huh? I'll let me take you with me.
When someone in the hospital wants to use a big knife, Yinfeng has to work overtime, so Guanlong always leaves some money at home before going to work. Of course, Xiaomao knows where to put it.
Ah? My mother is having a break today. I'll go to see it. Afang is a little puzzled. She ran to her own house next door to see if her mother is there
Xiaomao took the money from the chamber pot box and couldn't believe it. Two Mao, I'm getting rich. My dad's brain wouldn't be broken by Aunt Xiulan in the morning.
Afang went there for a while, changed into a pair of clean underwear, and came back and shook her head at Xiaomao, indicating that her mother was not here.
Seeing the money-lover ignore her, she walked to him and sat down and said: Oh...How can your money be hidden in such a place?
What did you say? By the way, the smelliest place is the safest place. It doesn’t matter if you find it out. You are your own family.
Xiaomao is careless and doesn't care. The huge sum of two cents makes him a little dizzy. Happiness comes too quickly
Bah, who is your own family? You can't even say shamelessly. The most dangerous place is the safest place
Afang's face turned red, but her heart was sweet
My mother is not here, I can't help but worry again
You said my mother would talk to your dad... I couldn't continue to say anything halfway through the conversation, and she wasn't sure what the two of them were doing.
Impossible, revolutionary soldiers like my dad are the most active at work. Don't worry, leave. I'll invite you to eat wontons. Put them in your pocket for 2 cents. The little hairy weapon is so majestic that you want to pull Afang.
No, I won't go, I'm so tired after running with you all the way
The woman started to be coquettish and the steel bars turned around and her fingers were soft. Afang knocked on her calves and looked at Xiaomao pitifully.
Xiaomao looked at the white calves exposed under her skirt and swallowed. Fortunately, she could only think about it after food and clothing. After a few seconds, he came back to his senses and understood it and said helplessly.
Queen Mother, you are here, I will buy it for you! After saying that, I took the steel pot to buy wontons
Afang actually did it on purpose, so she could wash her wet panties during the day. As soon as she went to her schoolbag to take out her panties, the dead ghost at the door exposed her head, put down the pot, and tiptoed to Afang, who was facing away from the door, and snatched her panties.
Oh... Come and see... Seibei Afang's pants!
Xiaomao walked to the first floor and came back again to ask Afang if he wanted to buy a tiger claw, where should the fried dough sticks be sold?
When I came up and saw Afang rumbling through something secretly, I was about to scare her
Give me back, please Xiaomao, you stinky hooligan, ah... Ah... With a scream, Afang, who was blushing and fighting for everything, jumped to the dead man's underwear that was raised in his hand, pulled and pulled, and then stepped on Xiaomao's feet. Xiaomao was in pain and couldn't stand firm and fell down with Afang.
The afterglow of the sunset shone on Afang's red face and turned a golden color. Xiaomao felt that Afang was beautiful at this time, and she could not find any words to describe her beauty.
He was a little drunk when he smelled the girl's breath like orchid and warm body fragrance; his eyes were red, and he pressed her down, holding her underwear in one hand, his chest to legs tightly pressed against her
The sound of fighting in the room stopped abruptly and changed into silent ambiguity surrounding the two of them. The breathing began to get a little rapid. Afang closed her eyes. She tried hard to maintain her calmness on the surface, but her heart was about to jump out of her throat.
She likes Xiaomao, but when the truth comes to an end, she hates herself as stiff as a piece of wood. The nervousness overwhelms all her feelings at this moment. It’s very comfortable to be pressed by him, but she can’t breathe
I want to end but not always like this. The only thing I can do is to close my eyes and keep it still. The sunflowers are facing the sun. Let me pick them up.
Xiaomao is also like a piece of wood. Now his unexpected state makes him wonder how to deal with it. Afang closed his eyes, Xiaomao stared at the red lips and swallowed, his heart beating wildly
When it comes to his belief that he is a hero, he is finally sad and his mind is blank
Sweat, dripping along the temples on the two slightly raised hills below
He felt thirsty, and there seemed to be a tempting sweet spring hidden under the pink halves.
After a moment, slowly, gasping, his head leaned down...
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