Feng Jiangfei and Meng Ru looked at each other. Meng Ru blinked her big eyes, stepped forward and took Zhao Qiang's arm, and said: "Big ****... just think of a game for us, we are bored to death at home!"
"Unexpected!" Zhao Qiang curled his lips and said.
"Brother Zhao Qiang...you are so smart, how could you not think of it? I know you can do it, right, Jiang Fei? Come on, think about it quickly...think about it..." Meng Ru said coquettishly, her hands moving naturally
He hugged Zhao Qiang's arm.
"I really haven't played."
"Brother Zhao Qiang..." Meng Ru said in a sweet voice, her breasts rubbing against Zhao Qiang's arm.
"...Okay, let me think about it." Zhao Qiang felt the intoxicating softness for a while and finally relaxed.
Honey trap?
What I like most is when people use honey traps on me!
"Okay! Think about it... think about it..." Meng Ru looked at Zhao Qiang with hope and cheered.
Zhao Qiang pretended to think, and Meng Ru didn't dare to let go of Zhao Qiang's arm until he got the answer, for fear that he would regret it. In this way, Zhao Qiang could enjoy the feeling of his arm being wrapped by a soft object for a while longer. In fact, Zhao Qiang was a child.
I have played many games, such as eagle catching chicks, jumping blocks, skipping rope, throwing sandbags, etc. But now the most suitable one is just throwing sandbags. An uncle and two aunts at such an old age went to jump rope.
, too stupid... Of course, Zhao Qiang also wanted to know what Meng Ru looked like when she skipped rope.
"Throw sandbags!" Zhao Qiang said after pondering for a while.
"Throwing sandbags? What is that?" Meng Ru and Feng Jiangfei looked at each other. Although many people throw sandbags now, they grew up in wealthy families, so they didn't know this game at all.
"Sandbag throwing, as the name suggests, means throwing sandbags. This game emphasizes the cooperation of hands, eyes, and feet. It is a variation of throwing stones in a war. It requires three or more people to play. There are two pitchers, one in the middle.
Protective action. If the person in the middle is hit by a sandbag, he loses. Until the partner catches the sandbag thrown by the other party, one life can be exchanged for another, and the person who falls can be 'resurrected'..." Zhao Qiang said,
While taking out three French fries and explaining it, Meng Ru and Feng Jiangfei's eyes suddenly lit up, and they quickly understood the essence of this game.
"Okay, let's just play with this!" Feng Jiangfei nodded and said.
"Yes... yes... yes... this game is fun! But Jiang Fei and I are going to be pitchers!" Meng Ru said slyly.
A smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Qiang's mouth, knowing that you would put forward such a condition. He shrugged freely and said, "I don't care."
Afterwards, Zhao Qiang found a piece of rag and sewed it into a small cloth bag that was sealed on three sides with only one opening left. Then he went to the yard to pour some fine sand and quickly sewed the last opening.
Meng Ru and Feng Jiangfei were so surprised when they saw Zhao Qiang manipulating an embroidery needle so skillfully that their mouths grew bigger. It was even worse to stuff an egg into it.
After Zhao Qiang sewed up the sandbags, he once again explained the rules and details to the two people, and then the three of them came to the yard. Both Meng Ru and Feng Jiangfei looked very excited, and the two women looked at each other and knew
Each other's feelings - no matter what, Zhao Qiang must be defeated!
Meng Ru and Feng Jiangfei stood on the left and right respectively, and Zhao Qiang stood in the middle as a target. In the early stage, the two women would not be so obvious, and they were still fresh to this new thing, both in terms of strength and attack speed.
It was normal. But after hitting it hundreds of times, both women felt their arms were so sore that they couldn't lift them up. However, the sandbag didn't even touch the corner of Zhao Qiang's clothes.
After Meng Ru made a gesture to Feng Jiangfei, the two of them began to speed up. The sandbags that had been slow just now were being thrown over and over again, and they were thrown towards Zhao Qiang intensively. Zhao Qiang snickered in his heart, at this level, he still couldn't do it.
Do you want to hit me? Throwing sandbags is also a high-frequency exercise. Eyes, hands, and feet are all indispensable. It is a bit like the game between the pitcher and the catcher in baseball. The masters compete with each other and compete with each other in a battle of wits and courage.
The two of them attacked together, attacking from the front and back, making it difficult to think of the end result. After a while, the two women began to feel soreness in their backs.
Feng Jiangfei was so tired that he fell to the ground. Meng Ru also shook her sore arms vigorously, pouting, staring at the innocent-looking Zhao Qiang, and said: "No, I want to change, now it's my turn
I'm on defense, you and Jiang Fei will be the pitchers..."
"Okay." Zhao Qiang smiled and agreed.
Did she think it was really that easy to dodge?
Zhao Qiang let Meng Ru and Feng Jiangfei rest for a while, and the battle began again. But now Zhao Qiang became a pitcher and had the right to manipulate the sandbags.
"Bang!"
Zhao Qiang threw the sandbag out for the first time and hit the target. Meng Ru's little face was burning with pain, tears welled up in her eyes, and she gritted her teeth and said to Zhao Qiang: "Damn, don't hit me in the face next time!
"
"Okay!" Zhao Qiang readily agreed. When the sandbag was passed to his hand again, it was another clean sneak attack and hit the target again.
"Bang!"
"...Don't hit my chest..."
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I didn't mean it. I'll be careful next time."
When Zhao Qiang hit Meng Ru for the third time, Meng Ru's small universe finally exploded, and she rushed towards Zhao Qiang with all her teeth and claws, shouting: "...Big ****, I will fight with you!"
Seeing the bruised and swollen Meng Ru rushing toward him with a desperate attitude, Zhao Qiang was not prepared to fight back at all. Because he remembered that when he was playing the game just now, Meng Ru would throw sandbags every time.
When he saw the turbulent look on his chest, Zhao Qiang wanted to try what it would feel like to be bitten by her.
"Brother Zhao Qiang, don't fight back, or I will help Ruru bite you together..." Feng Jiangfei said crisply.
"Beep...beep..."
At this moment, the car's loud horn sounded. Zhao Qiang turned around and saw Lu Pingxin's BMW parked at the door. Lu Pingxin saw what happened in the yard in the car and knew what was going on.
It was too late to stop the car, so she had no choice but to honk the horn to stop the two people from fighting.
Meng Ru kicked her over, and Zhao Qiang dodged it smoothly. Meng Ru punched her again, and Zhao Qiang simply grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms, so that she couldn't move around. He came closer.
Only then did I realize that there were red spots and slight purple swellings on Meng Ru’s white and smooth little face...
Zhao Qiang felt a little regretful, he had been merciful enough. He thought that Meng Ru would have some three-legged cat skills and would be able to resist being hit, but he didn't expect that a slight collision would lead to this. Thinking of it.
When I was playing this game with some other children in "Breaking Dawn", all of them seemed to have a deep hatred and used all their strength to hit them.
Zhao Qiang cried several times...
"Beast, let me go..."
"Let me go, don't touch me...ahhhhh...Jiang Fei, pull away from him quickly, he is taking advantage of me..."
"Big ****, my aunt will fight with you..."
"..."
Seeing that things were getting serious, Lu Pingxin hurriedly walked down. The first thing to come out was a slender little foot wearing black high-heeled shoes and a plump, round, smooth calf like jade. Whether it is beautiful or not depends on the thighs. The man is lustful
Among the several realms, one looks at the legs, the second looks at the waist, the third looks at the chest, and finally the face, and the thighs are naturally ranked first by many women.
Wang Yuxi's thighs are also very beautiful, slender and straight. But the beauty of Lu Ping's heart is full of femininity, full of intellectual beauty and desire to conquer. It can be said that Wang Yuxi's thighs have yet to be developed.
Lu Ping's heart is already ripe tomatoes, crystal clear and beautiful.
Lu Ping got out of the car with a cold face. When she saw Meng Ru being held in Zhao Qiang's arms and struggling desperately, she raised her eyebrows as curved as willow leaves and asked: "What's going on? Zhao Qiang, why did you just come back?"
Are you fighting with Ruru? Hurry up and let Ruru go first..."
Zhao Qiang smiled and let go of Meng Ru, then quickly dodged.
Sure enough, Meng Ru's extremely agile kick missed, and she cursed: "You big bastard, you bullied me as soon as you came back, I will fight with you..."
When Lu Pingxin asked Zhao Qiang to let go of her, Meng Ru had already prepared a fatal blow. She had learned this kick countless times, because Meng Ru belonged to one of the two oldest families in Hong Kong.
If one of the heirs of the Meng family has no kung fu skills, what will happen if he is kidnapped? Of course, although Meng Ru knows kung fu, he has no chance to practice it.
Today, Meng Ru originally wanted to "open up" Zhao Qiang's body, but she did not expect that not only did she not get revenge, but the kung fu she had learned for so long was of no use at all. This made her feel very hurt.
So, she rushed towards Zhao Qiang again.
"Ruru, stop making trouble!" Lu Pingxin shouted.
"Sister Pingxin, this big bastard bullied me..." Although Meng Ru stopped obediently, her face was filled with grievances and unwillingness.
"What's going on?" Lu Pingxin turned around and looked at Feng Jiangfei. Now she was the only bystander.
Feng Jiangfei chirped and told Lu Pingxin about the game she just played. Of course, Feng Jiangfei and Meng Ru were on the same warship, so what they said was inconsistent with reality. For example, Zhao Qiang dragged him out of boredom.
The two of them came out to play games. They didn't want to agree at first, but when they saw Zhao Qiang looking lonely and cold, they couldn't bear it.
Well...that's what they said anyway.
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ps: Classmates, you guys are in trouble. You have gone home today. As a result, there is no word document, and it is very stuck. I tried to redo the system, but there was no sound at all, and everything was entered.
I won’t go. This is all coded on the Internet. If tomorrow’s delivery is late, I hope everyone will be angry. I will definitely not miss you.