It is the eighth month of the Chinese lunar calendar, and the drizzling autumn rain is falling, falling on the treetops and the dense grass, making a ticking sound.
The moist soil has a breath of life that mixes with the aroma of the tree's juice and produces a scent of ripe fruit.
At night, the uneven sidewalks of Faren Street after the rain were filled with small triangular puddles. The weather was slightly cool. Lei Huandong walked on the empty street, and the footsteps seemed very crisp.
He was very proud of his super abilities, whether at work or in bed
Because he never messed up
Confident eyes and agile steps greatly compensated for his slanted shoulder defects
Lei Huandong tried his best to turn his palms outward to correct his falling shoulders, because someone once told him that moving forward in his palms can best show his masculinity.
Although it was uncomfortable to do this, he walked like a penguin, but he still did it when he thought about it.
As he walked, he remembered the ridicule and cold eyes he encountered when he was fanatical about pursuing school beauties in college, and then browsed the dark windows, feeling unhappy in his heart.
He turned left into Boning Street. Perhaps because of the renovation of the old city, everything on the street was silent, as if there was no one in the world.
The sound of footsteps seemed to hit the surface of the desolate black brick building, bounced over and hit him on the back
The winner always wins, this is a fact
His slightly round face became melancholy, and he wondered, is it also true that the loser will lose?
He recalled the logic course he studied in college
He finally concluded that it wasn't right, that's not the case
The loser will not always lose, but the winner will always win!
He felt good about himself because he finally figured it out
The silence did not make him feel uneasy, so he whistled. He couldn't help but feel proud when he remembered the good woman's moaning and moaning just now.
Although she was over thirty years old, she always reminded him of the little lambs from the fellow villagers next to the school. They were as soft as boneless and were different when lying on them.
Please, for the sake of you being classmates, you must save him this time...
Her tears were like rain, like pear blossoms and rain, and her face was no longer as proud as the spring breeze of the day.
I know that Zhiqiang is my classmate, I will definitely help if I can help
He used a fine toothpick to pick his black teeth, and admired the young woman with her eyes slanted.
But you also know that Zhiqiang embezzled too much this time, and the evidence is conclusive. No one dares to come out to protect him. This is a clear proof.
He said that, he stood up, paced in the spacious hall, and walked, and when he saw him stand up, she hurriedly stood up. Her tall and slender figure once again disturbed his usual calm thoughts.
I know, but if you are willing to come forward, at least you can save his life.
When she was anxious, her white and delicate little hands tightly grasped his rough palm, and it felt a little cool. He held her tightly, and his voice was hoarse: I will definitely help you. If you don’t care about Zhiqiang, you will also look at your face.
The hot eyes were staring at her beautiful face, straight and without any concealment
She lowered her head shyly, revealing the white part behind her neck, and a few soft hairs were whispering. He pinched her little hands a few times, and then gently lifted her sharp chin slowly. Her closed eyelashes were trembling black and long, and the thin pockmarks on her pink and white face looked very sexy under the dim light.
No, I can't do this, Huandong, I can't be sorry for him, I can give you anything except this
She staggered backwards, and Lei Huandong did not chase after her. He looked at the pretty girl coldly. What else do you have besides this? When Zhiqiang was in high spirits back then, did he think of me, an old classmate? Where have the brothers who were once rich and rich and rich in the world gone now? Why don’t you ask them for help?
His series of rebellious questions forced her to retreat repeatedly. Looking at her confused eyes, he sighed, "If I force you again at this time, I will take advantage of others' danger and put a deception." I will not do this, and I will leave."
He opened the door and walked to the slightly dark courtyard. The rain flowed through the ground like ink, and at the same time, the shadows like light smoke grew everywhere in the courtyard.
No, don't leave...please...help me...
The sound of her sob knocked down his nerve that he had always considered strong again, and the burning and soft body heat surrounded him from time to time
He sighed, handed over and held her body in his arms. The cool rain could not relieve his rushing enthusiasm
He carefully untied her underwear. The bra in the underwear was dark purple, and his bulging chest stimulated his eyes
He was calm and sucked her rosy and cold lips tightly until her tightly closed teeth loosened. He sucked the fragrant sperm into her mouth and sucked it. Her breath was fragrant and her body trembled.
He hugged her hands and unbuttoned her bra. It was obvious that she often wore a bra at home, and her skin around her was not as white as that in this one.
He groped in an orderly manner on the two trembling red cherries with one hand, and the other hand had taken off her coat and underwear. He could only hear her softly, and then quietly fell on the bed covered with milky white sheets.
This is her first man besides her husband. At this moment, his man is in prison and lives like a year. She hopes to help him and help her through the man she is on, because she doesn't want her child to be born without a father after she has a child.
She could feel the long thrust, a little tingling, and a little joyful. Her husband has been in for more than three months. She may not have lived this kind of life for a long time, and she cannot refuse to admit the hope in her heart, although it is unimaginable and ashamed to her.
Lei Huandong's impact was powerful and rhythmic. She could still hear his slightly heavy breathing and the sound of swallowing saliva in her throat. She didn't know how long it had passed, but she felt that it was very long, but she was already on the edge of orgasm. She began to wriggle and sway, feeling that the inner side of the vaginal wall was as hot as it was. A flame ignited in the subtle parts and burned her black pubic hair. The burning pain had spread into her vagina.
Her lower body trembled, and her head lost consciousness. She screamed, constantly lifting and placing her hips to meet the vigorous interlude. She felt the liquid in her body flowing... dripping onto the bed sheet. She felt ashamed, holding the bed sheet tightly with her hands, muttering unconsciously to herself.
She felt every inch of trembling, and every pore in her body was spreading open, no, no!
She shouted, her legs clamped her hard, but she couldn't help but twist her hips because she wanted to achieve a different orgasm that she had longed for in her heart.
So much so that when he was about to pull out his penis, she sighed disappointed, and the feeling of loss was quickly filled because she could feel the stinging pain in the anus behind her. No, no, no there...
She struggled to retreat, but to no avail, and she cried in pain soon. A tear-like pain spread throughout her body. The interspersion in the rectum was another feeling. She thought she would crack like an overripe persimmon, and her abused body swelled as if it was about to explode.
She let out a harsh scream, and she finally burst out. Every part of her body seemed to be filled with blood. The fire was raging. The pain was accompanied by pleasure, which was her unprecedented feeling.
Finally, it can be released. The depression and pain of the past few months, the long-depressed desire burst out at this moment. Her body was slumped on the bed, sobbing with this kind of vent that made her lose all her face.
She felt like a bitch
Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
It's almost home, it's okay
Lei Huandong remembered the rules he learned when he was training at the headquarters: Be sure to get close to your destination from the opposite street
So cross the road
He never understood the truth, but felt that it was out of concealing his own considerations
However, he knew very well that this rule was not violated and that it was not allowed to ask for explanation.
He looked at the luminous watch on his hand and it was 11:51 on the way to reach the door.
When he walked into the stairs and corridors covered with wet and broken carpets, he secretly reminded himself that the winner always wins
He stood outside the door, took out bubble gum from his pocket, threw it into his mouth and chewed it, opened the lock of the movable with the key, closed the door with his backhand, took a breath with ease, and admitted: There is nothing he can do, the winner is always...
But his thoughts were interrupted
There is someone in the room!
The bubble gum he chewed in his mouth swallowed it up in a nervous state
At the same time, the back of the head was hit hard, and the head was painful, and the sound was even more scary. Then he heard the second blow clearly. Strangely, it didn't hurt at all, but it was like a liquid flowing down.
After a while, he felt the real pain
There was darkness in front of him, but he knew something was cutting his throat. He couldn't help but shudder. A chilling thing flowed in and out from his lower abdomen. Lei Huandong's head became blank in an instant, and his thoughts flew in the air in the dark night.
The winner always wins... As he thought about it, his breathing stopped later. This is the first sign of leaving the world
Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
...If there is no other arrangement, this semester should be taught that there is no major connection between art and society. Although popular culturalists and popular psychologists are ambitious to prove that there is a connection. Once they encounter important topics other than their knowledge, they have to cover the two with ulterior motives. The two concepts of art and society themselves are not related to each other, or even opposite to each other, their regulations and boundaries...
This is Professor Wen Yusi's lecture on "Art and Society" in Jiangcheng University's class
He made the last lesson long. He hated teaching this course, but this course is a basic compulsory course for students in this department.
As a professor of art, his teaching style is to widely sarcastic and even criticize
However, he is very popular with students. Every student can imagine Wen Yusi's unrestrained and arrogant appearance on other occasions. The students understand his indifference as a powerful irony of the increasingly bourgeoisie of socialist China, and a microcosm of the cynicism cherished by extreme-minded undergraduates.
The reason why Wen Yuxi is very popular among students is because of several unrelated reasons.
At the age of 36, he is the youngest professor in the school's art department. His bold and insightful lecture style, humorous and elegant speech and manners, and his extremely sharp criticism of bad social life phenomena. Invisibly, he is the god in the eyes of those easily excited college students.
However, what students admire most is his magical reputation in the piano world. His imaginative piano performance often makes the audience feel intoxicated and scattered.
When many people think that this piano prodigy will enter the sacred music hall, he chose an unrelated art major
Many women think that his cold and noble temperament contains a kind of tenderness and mystery nature. Although he is of medium size, he has a pair of graceful and slender hands and a pair of deep black eyes. He walks on that podium, which often makes them feel shaking and imaginary.
Art is art, it is not divided into art and art, and there is no elegant art, popular art, popular art, and youth art. These are just exotic things to decorate the storefront...
Wen Yusi was talking nonstop, and his eyes unconsciously passed by the first row of the stairs classroom.
As usual, the first row was filled with hot-headed girls. They smiled, nodded frequently, and their knees were unconsciously spreading, and their skirts were raised upwards.
In his heart, these brainless girls are no different from the sika deer running on the grassland and the little fish playing in the water. They are purely women, but they are just those more advanced animals.
Just like hearing Yuxi's precise calculations, his teaching was completed at the same time as the bell rang.
Finally, he wished the students a happy weekend, and as usual, the students applauded and cheered, and he quickly left.
Just as he walked to the corner of the hall, he met a girl in a black dress, wearing long black hair, her eyes flashed with excitement.
He frowned. This was a difficult character because she was Yue Xiaoqing, the only daughter of Yue Bochuan, Secretary of Jiangcheng Municipal Party Committee, Yue Xiaoqing, Yue Bochuan, the only daughter of Jiangcheng Municipal Party Committee.
Teacher Wen, I just like listening to your class, it's so vivid! He is familiar with this sentence and is almost calling out
That's great. Wen Yusi also politely
I'm going home on the weekend. Can you invite you to my house to play? Yue Xiaoqing nodded, suppressed his excitement, and his eyes radiated with flames of anticipation.
I'm very happy, thank you for your invitation, but I'm very sorry, I'm going home this weekend, my wife is going to celebrate my birthday with me. Wen Yusi smiled and nodded politely, refusing her tone.
That's so regretful... But... Yue Xiaoqing was silent for a long time before she cleared her throat, and she wanted to speak out but she was desperate.
Yes, it's a pity. Wen Yusi nodded and agreed
She moved her disappointed steps along the hall
Wen Yusi hummed a little song and walked into his office. He turned on the computer and soon, the screen showed that he had an email.
He pondered, and quickly typed a few passwords on the keyboard with his fingers.
He knew very well that there was another work to do.
Just because he is an assassin, or a killer
The moist soil has a breath of life that mixes with the aroma of the tree's juice and produces a scent of ripe fruit.
At night, the uneven sidewalks of Faren Street after the rain were filled with small triangular puddles. The weather was slightly cool. Lei Huandong walked on the empty street, and the footsteps seemed very crisp.
He was very proud of his super abilities, whether at work or in bed
Because he never messed up
Confident eyes and agile steps greatly compensated for his slanted shoulder defects
Lei Huandong tried his best to turn his palms outward to correct his falling shoulders, because someone once told him that moving forward in his palms can best show his masculinity.
Although it was uncomfortable to do this, he walked like a penguin, but he still did it when he thought about it.
As he walked, he remembered the ridicule and cold eyes he encountered when he was fanatical about pursuing school beauties in college, and then browsed the dark windows, feeling unhappy in his heart.
He turned left into Boning Street. Perhaps because of the renovation of the old city, everything on the street was silent, as if there was no one in the world.
The sound of footsteps seemed to hit the surface of the desolate black brick building, bounced over and hit him on the back
The winner always wins, this is a fact
His slightly round face became melancholy, and he wondered, is it also true that the loser will lose?
He recalled the logic course he studied in college
He finally concluded that it wasn't right, that's not the case
The loser will not always lose, but the winner will always win!
He felt good about himself because he finally figured it out
The silence did not make him feel uneasy, so he whistled. He couldn't help but feel proud when he remembered the good woman's moaning and moaning just now.
Although she was over thirty years old, she always reminded him of the little lambs from the fellow villagers next to the school. They were as soft as boneless and were different when lying on them.
Please, for the sake of you being classmates, you must save him this time...
Her tears were like rain, like pear blossoms and rain, and her face was no longer as proud as the spring breeze of the day.
I know that Zhiqiang is my classmate, I will definitely help if I can help
He used a fine toothpick to pick his black teeth, and admired the young woman with her eyes slanted.
But you also know that Zhiqiang embezzled too much this time, and the evidence is conclusive. No one dares to come out to protect him. This is a clear proof.
He said that, he stood up, paced in the spacious hall, and walked, and when he saw him stand up, she hurriedly stood up. Her tall and slender figure once again disturbed his usual calm thoughts.
I know, but if you are willing to come forward, at least you can save his life.
When she was anxious, her white and delicate little hands tightly grasped his rough palm, and it felt a little cool. He held her tightly, and his voice was hoarse: I will definitely help you. If you don’t care about Zhiqiang, you will also look at your face.
The hot eyes were staring at her beautiful face, straight and without any concealment
She lowered her head shyly, revealing the white part behind her neck, and a few soft hairs were whispering. He pinched her little hands a few times, and then gently lifted her sharp chin slowly. Her closed eyelashes were trembling black and long, and the thin pockmarks on her pink and white face looked very sexy under the dim light.
No, I can't do this, Huandong, I can't be sorry for him, I can give you anything except this
She staggered backwards, and Lei Huandong did not chase after her. He looked at the pretty girl coldly. What else do you have besides this? When Zhiqiang was in high spirits back then, did he think of me, an old classmate? Where have the brothers who were once rich and rich and rich in the world gone now? Why don’t you ask them for help?
His series of rebellious questions forced her to retreat repeatedly. Looking at her confused eyes, he sighed, "If I force you again at this time, I will take advantage of others' danger and put a deception." I will not do this, and I will leave."
He opened the door and walked to the slightly dark courtyard. The rain flowed through the ground like ink, and at the same time, the shadows like light smoke grew everywhere in the courtyard.
No, don't leave...please...help me...
The sound of her sob knocked down his nerve that he had always considered strong again, and the burning and soft body heat surrounded him from time to time
He sighed, handed over and held her body in his arms. The cool rain could not relieve his rushing enthusiasm
He carefully untied her underwear. The bra in the underwear was dark purple, and his bulging chest stimulated his eyes
He was calm and sucked her rosy and cold lips tightly until her tightly closed teeth loosened. He sucked the fragrant sperm into her mouth and sucked it. Her breath was fragrant and her body trembled.
He hugged her hands and unbuttoned her bra. It was obvious that she often wore a bra at home, and her skin around her was not as white as that in this one.
He groped in an orderly manner on the two trembling red cherries with one hand, and the other hand had taken off her coat and underwear. He could only hear her softly, and then quietly fell on the bed covered with milky white sheets.
This is her first man besides her husband. At this moment, his man is in prison and lives like a year. She hopes to help him and help her through the man she is on, because she doesn't want her child to be born without a father after she has a child.
She could feel the long thrust, a little tingling, and a little joyful. Her husband has been in for more than three months. She may not have lived this kind of life for a long time, and she cannot refuse to admit the hope in her heart, although it is unimaginable and ashamed to her.
Lei Huandong's impact was powerful and rhythmic. She could still hear his slightly heavy breathing and the sound of swallowing saliva in her throat. She didn't know how long it had passed, but she felt that it was very long, but she was already on the edge of orgasm. She began to wriggle and sway, feeling that the inner side of the vaginal wall was as hot as it was. A flame ignited in the subtle parts and burned her black pubic hair. The burning pain had spread into her vagina.
Her lower body trembled, and her head lost consciousness. She screamed, constantly lifting and placing her hips to meet the vigorous interlude. She felt the liquid in her body flowing... dripping onto the bed sheet. She felt ashamed, holding the bed sheet tightly with her hands, muttering unconsciously to herself.
She felt every inch of trembling, and every pore in her body was spreading open, no, no!
She shouted, her legs clamped her hard, but she couldn't help but twist her hips because she wanted to achieve a different orgasm that she had longed for in her heart.
So much so that when he was about to pull out his penis, she sighed disappointed, and the feeling of loss was quickly filled because she could feel the stinging pain in the anus behind her. No, no, no there...
She struggled to retreat, but to no avail, and she cried in pain soon. A tear-like pain spread throughout her body. The interspersion in the rectum was another feeling. She thought she would crack like an overripe persimmon, and her abused body swelled as if it was about to explode.
She let out a harsh scream, and she finally burst out. Every part of her body seemed to be filled with blood. The fire was raging. The pain was accompanied by pleasure, which was her unprecedented feeling.
Finally, it can be released. The depression and pain of the past few months, the long-depressed desire burst out at this moment. Her body was slumped on the bed, sobbing with this kind of vent that made her lose all her face.
She felt like a bitch
Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
It's almost home, it's okay
Lei Huandong remembered the rules he learned when he was training at the headquarters: Be sure to get close to your destination from the opposite street
So cross the road
He never understood the truth, but felt that it was out of concealing his own considerations
However, he knew very well that this rule was not violated and that it was not allowed to ask for explanation.
He looked at the luminous watch on his hand and it was 11:51 on the way to reach the door.
When he walked into the stairs and corridors covered with wet and broken carpets, he secretly reminded himself that the winner always wins
He stood outside the door, took out bubble gum from his pocket, threw it into his mouth and chewed it, opened the lock of the movable with the key, closed the door with his backhand, took a breath with ease, and admitted: There is nothing he can do, the winner is always...
But his thoughts were interrupted
There is someone in the room!
The bubble gum he chewed in his mouth swallowed it up in a nervous state
At the same time, the back of the head was hit hard, and the head was painful, and the sound was even more scary. Then he heard the second blow clearly. Strangely, it didn't hurt at all, but it was like a liquid flowing down.
After a while, he felt the real pain
There was darkness in front of him, but he knew something was cutting his throat. He couldn't help but shudder. A chilling thing flowed in and out from his lower abdomen. Lei Huandong's head became blank in an instant, and his thoughts flew in the air in the dark night.
The winner always wins... As he thought about it, his breathing stopped later. This is the first sign of leaving the world
Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
...If there is no other arrangement, this semester should be taught that there is no major connection between art and society. Although popular culturalists and popular psychologists are ambitious to prove that there is a connection. Once they encounter important topics other than their knowledge, they have to cover the two with ulterior motives. The two concepts of art and society themselves are not related to each other, or even opposite to each other, their regulations and boundaries...
This is Professor Wen Yusi's lecture on "Art and Society" in Jiangcheng University's class
He made the last lesson long. He hated teaching this course, but this course is a basic compulsory course for students in this department.
As a professor of art, his teaching style is to widely sarcastic and even criticize
However, he is very popular with students. Every student can imagine Wen Yusi's unrestrained and arrogant appearance on other occasions. The students understand his indifference as a powerful irony of the increasingly bourgeoisie of socialist China, and a microcosm of the cynicism cherished by extreme-minded undergraduates.
The reason why Wen Yuxi is very popular among students is because of several unrelated reasons.
At the age of 36, he is the youngest professor in the school's art department. His bold and insightful lecture style, humorous and elegant speech and manners, and his extremely sharp criticism of bad social life phenomena. Invisibly, he is the god in the eyes of those easily excited college students.
However, what students admire most is his magical reputation in the piano world. His imaginative piano performance often makes the audience feel intoxicated and scattered.
When many people think that this piano prodigy will enter the sacred music hall, he chose an unrelated art major
Many women think that his cold and noble temperament contains a kind of tenderness and mystery nature. Although he is of medium size, he has a pair of graceful and slender hands and a pair of deep black eyes. He walks on that podium, which often makes them feel shaking and imaginary.
Art is art, it is not divided into art and art, and there is no elegant art, popular art, popular art, and youth art. These are just exotic things to decorate the storefront...
Wen Yusi was talking nonstop, and his eyes unconsciously passed by the first row of the stairs classroom.
As usual, the first row was filled with hot-headed girls. They smiled, nodded frequently, and their knees were unconsciously spreading, and their skirts were raised upwards.
In his heart, these brainless girls are no different from the sika deer running on the grassland and the little fish playing in the water. They are purely women, but they are just those more advanced animals.
Just like hearing Yuxi's precise calculations, his teaching was completed at the same time as the bell rang.
Finally, he wished the students a happy weekend, and as usual, the students applauded and cheered, and he quickly left.
Just as he walked to the corner of the hall, he met a girl in a black dress, wearing long black hair, her eyes flashed with excitement.
He frowned. This was a difficult character because she was Yue Xiaoqing, the only daughter of Yue Bochuan, Secretary of Jiangcheng Municipal Party Committee, Yue Xiaoqing, Yue Bochuan, the only daughter of Jiangcheng Municipal Party Committee.
Teacher Wen, I just like listening to your class, it's so vivid! He is familiar with this sentence and is almost calling out
That's great. Wen Yusi also politely
I'm going home on the weekend. Can you invite you to my house to play? Yue Xiaoqing nodded, suppressed his excitement, and his eyes radiated with flames of anticipation.
I'm very happy, thank you for your invitation, but I'm very sorry, I'm going home this weekend, my wife is going to celebrate my birthday with me. Wen Yusi smiled and nodded politely, refusing her tone.
That's so regretful... But... Yue Xiaoqing was silent for a long time before she cleared her throat, and she wanted to speak out but she was desperate.
Yes, it's a pity. Wen Yusi nodded and agreed
She moved her disappointed steps along the hall
Wen Yusi hummed a little song and walked into his office. He turned on the computer and soon, the screen showed that he had an email.
He pondered, and quickly typed a few passwords on the keyboard with his fingers.
He knew very well that there was another work to do.
Just because he is an assassin, or a killer
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