"Miaomiao, what's going on? Talk to auntie!" the woman said to classmate Miaomiao who was sitting on the sofa.
So classmate Miaomiao told the whole story in a low voice.
"This bastard is so irritating. He actually said that Xuanzi oppressed you and treated you as bonded workers. It's really funny. What did Xuanzi gain by oppressing you!" After hearing this, Wang Fu said angrily.
The woman sighed: "What this student said is really disturbing. The teacher is oppressing the students by asking them to hurry up and prepare for the exam. This idea is really strange! I think Xuanzi should go back to Yifan!"
Father Wang also sighed: "I'm going to enlighten Xuanzi. You can take some cherries from the refrigerator and give them to Miaomiao!"
The royal father is knocking on the door again;
"Xuanzi, would you please open the door? Don't use your student's mistakes to wrong yourself!" Wang Fu consoled him.
"Dad, it's okay. I'm going to rest for a while. Can you let me rest for a while?" The last sentence was a bit mean.
"Okay, okay, you need to take a rest first!" Wang's father said quickly as he was not afraid of his daughter having a bad temper.
Wang Zixuan was lying on the bed, holding her cell phone and looking at it, and found that the old gangster still hadn't replied to the message.
Just now, after she entered the bedroom and lay down, she sent an aggrieved message to the old gangster: What are you doing?
More than ten minutes have passed and still no reply!
Her little temper has gotten even worse. If she is cruel, I will beat you up regardless of whether you and Yang Feier are making out!
"Hello, the phone you dialed has been turned off!"
Hearing this voice, Wang Zixuan immediately turned over and lay on the bed. She put the soft pillow under her face and beat the bed a few times with her small fists.
At this time, the old gangster has entered a state of trance with no desires or demands!
When Miss Yang arrived, she returned to the bedroom, sat on the bed and read a book. She had been nostalgic for that kind of thing these days, but the encounter that a woman must have every month came again. The old gangster had told her to go to bed early before meditating, no need
waited.
After reading for a while, when it was time, Miss Yang lay down, showed a happy smile, touched the place where the old gangster usually lay, and closed her eyes.
Wait until the old gangster is woken up by the preset alarm clock;
It’s dawning again!
As usual, check the time, smoke, wash up, and then go into the bedroom;
"I've left my wife alone to guard the empty bed, but she's coming soon, so she won't blame me too much, right? It seems like I need to tell her about the meditation." After the old gangster finished talking to himself, he also got on the bed and opened the bed.
He opened the quilt and lay down.
"Hold my wife first, she is so comfortable to hold!" The old gangster hugged the beautiful Yang in his arms.
He stretched out his strange hand, reached into Miss Yang's pajamas, and gently touched her.
Although there is no hot spring, the old gangster thought of the word "fat".
After a while, I held a ball that was so slippery that I couldn't hold it with one hand.
Gently knead, rub, and twist.
Miss Yang woke up;
"Honey, don't be like this!" Beauty Yang said softly and coquettishly.
The old gangster knew not to tease her too much, so he withdrew his hand and said, "Baby, are you using An'erle or Little Nurse?"
Miss Yang slapped him and said, "Huh, you can't control it!"
"Hey, my husband actually meditated all night last night!" said the old gangster.
"Meditate?" Miss Yang asked doubtfully.
"Yes, I never told you. In fact, I didn't sleep on the sofa a while ago. I was meditating in the gym. Hehe, didn't I tell you that I have special powers?" The old gangster said nonsense.
Beauty Yang looked at him with her big bright eyes.
"Actually, that kind of ability is gained through meditation and entering deep consciousness!" The old gangster touched her little face, saw her suspicious expression, and smiled: "Don't look at me like that,
Now that you have a family now, I can't let you stay alone in an empty room all the time, so I decided to meditate every night during your menstrual period. It's your safety period. Hehe, I'll stay with you every night. The rest of the time
, once every other night. This will not affect normal life or practice..."
For a while, after Miss Yang kept asking doubtful questions and the old gangster explained;
Beauty Yang said: "Well, Yifan, have I affected your practice?"
When saying this, Miss Yang showed a worried and aggrieved expression.
"You little fool, how could this happen? I'm not an ascetic, otherwise why would I make so much money? If you want to practice, just become a Taoist priest or monk. Are you right?"
Miss Yang pursed her lips and said softly: "Husband, as long as you are really good to me, you don't need to spend so much time with me at night, just four times a month."
The old gangster laughed: "How is that possible? How could I let go of such a good wife!"
After the old gangster finished speaking, he immediately turned over and pressed her down, then sat up and moved forward, moving above her little face.
Then he said softly: "Baby, take charge!"
This was not the first time that he had done this. Of course Miss Yang understood it, so she smiled sweetly, stretched out her little hand, and gently took off his...
Beauty Yang is sentimental, but she also has principles. When the old gangster burst out, she said: "Baby, don't, don't spit it out."
Miss Yang gave him a fierce look, pushed him away, jumped out of bed, and ran to the water room.
"Hey, there is a difference between a wife and a lover!" The old gangster thought of Zhang Baoxiu, smiled, and followed him to the water room.
He gently patted the back of Miss Yang, who was bending over, and said, "Why are you spitting it out? Hehe, I heard it is very nutritious!"
As soon as Miss Yang heard this, she immediately straightened her waist, turned around, looked at him with a wicked smile, then hugged his head and prepared to kiss him.
The old gangster knew what she was going to do, so he backed away quickly, pretending to be frightened and said: "No, no, heroine, please spare me!"
After saying that, he quickly walked to the shower head, took off his lower body clothes, turned on the faucet, and prepared to take a cold shower.
Miss Yang no longer avoided suspicion at this time. The two of them were already too familiar, so familiar that they couldn't be more familiar, so why should they avoid it?
When the two finally finished bathing and washing up;
They walked out of the water room door at about the same time.
The old gangster hugged her naked again;
Hehe smiled: "It's okay now!"
Then the two kissed passionately.
Miss Yang went to prepare the love breakfast again. The old gangster came to the study, turned on the phone, and suddenly saw Wang Zixuan's text message.
He quickly replied: Little Angel, your phone was shut down during meditation last night. Are you at school now?
Wang Zixuan is not a girl who likes to fight with students. At this time, she was in the corridor of the classroom looking at the self-reflection written by Du Siming. Du Siming stayed up all night and handed her the self-reflection with dark circles under his eyes when he came in early.
When she heard the text message on her phone, she quickly took it out and looked at it. Then she snorted and replied: Meditate? Are you meditating when I need you?
When the old gangster heard that she lost her temper, he quickly locked the study door and called the phone, only to find that Wang Zixuan didn't answer the phone!
He had no choice but to tell the truth, selected part of what he had said to Miss Yang before, spent several text messages, wrote it out, and sent it.
Then he breathed out heavily and said: "I am sincere. It depends on whether you understand it or not, but I still believe you, Sister Zixuan."
Wang Zixuan looked at the explanation of the old gangster seriously. She was smart and then wondered: "Is his memory really cultivated? It should be, or it was cultivated after he went to college! Otherwise, based on his memory, even if
No matter how poor his other thinking skills are, he can still read a lot of books. He has the ability of photographic memory, not only liberal arts, but also science. It is possible to get the top score in the college entrance examination, but it is not possible.
Go to his current university. Well, he must have practiced cultivation after university!"
Thinking of this, Wang Zixuan nodded, with a calculated smile, and replied: Hum, I believe you this time, but next time you come, you have to teach me how to practice!
After the old gangster received it, he was happy and replied: OK, it’s up to the master to lead you to practice. Whether you can cultivate my photographic memory depends on yourself!
After sending it, the old gangster laughed and thought, Sister Zixuan, stop thinking about wishful thinking. How can I have a photographic memory? Look at you, you are so thoughtful, Fei'er is not like you.
In this way, she won't say husband, please teach me.
Thinking of this, the old gangster opened the study door, walked out, came to the kitchen, and gently hugged Miss Yang from behind.
"Baby, yesterday the owner of the car dealer said that the car can be collected today, will you come with me?" The old gangster said: "Let's go try the car together! By then, both cars must be driven back!"
"Okay, oh, hubby, don't keep touching there! I told you my one is coming!" Beauty Yang pulled his weird hand off her chest and said coquettishly.
The old gangster hurriedly let go of his hand and said: "Okay, okay, for the sake of the baby's health, I won't touch it anymore. I'll touch it again after that aunt of yours is gone!"
Miss Yang stretched out her small hand wearing a thin plastic glove and gave him a hard slap.