Pushing the teacher down, Meng Xiaoan's evil thoughts burst out in his heart like a volcano. The teacher's graceful figure made Meng Xiaoan's heart flutter as he sat on the sofa and watched. This guy drank boiled water slowly while scanning with his eyes. The teacher's buttocks were a perfect curve. They were very round and curved. It was said that she could give birth to several children, possibly twins. Meng Xiaoan felt the urge to touch her round buttocks again. The teacher is wearing tight jeans, which is a very impressive picture.
Niu Meng finally found Huang Jiaju's disc and turned around. The obscene look in Meng Xiaoan's eyes completely disappeared, which can be said to be a sophisticated one.
Niu Meng walked in front of Meng Xiaoan, and Meng Xiaoan handed a microphone to Teacher Niu Meng.
"Which one to sing?"
"Glory years." Meng Xiaoan smiled, with an innocent expression.
Niu Meng's teacher's red ### made Meng Xiaoan's eyes full. It was very firm, very firm, and she was indeed a young girl. Meng Xiaoan estimated that she could cover it with this hand, it was just right, not too big, not too small, this breast If it's bigger, it won't feel that good to the touch. If it's smaller, it'll be as flat as it is, and it won't feel as good. The size that fits a man's hand is the most powerful. Meng Xiao'an looked at Niu Meng at such a close distance and was very fanciful, but this look in his eyes was very strange. Righteous, the teacher wore white clothes and it was clearly for him to see. Meng Xiaoan had no reason not to see it.
"You sing, and I'll listen." Niu Meng said, looking at Meng Xiaoan with his slender legs crossed.
Meng Xiaoan coughed and felt a little nervous. He quickly stabilized his body and mind and sang about Huang Jiaju's glorious days.
After finishing the song, Niu Meng commented: "It's not out of tune, it's okay. It's just that the mood didn't keep up. You usually like singing."
Meng Xiaoan said: "Well, if you have nothing to do, just hum a little." He said in his heart, I am not in the mood to keep up with your dress. The lyrics of the glory days require a deep expression. How can Meng Xiaoan be so deep at this moment? It's just dissolute, and it doesn't quite accurately express the positive meaning of life.
Niu Meng smiled, with very white teeth. When she smiled, her facial features seemed to be smiling: "Well, that's not bad, as long as you pay more attention."
Meng Xiaoan sang a few more times, with teacher Niu Meng correcting his tone from time to time.
"Your mouth is dry, drink some boiled water." Niu Meng poured another glass of boiled water for Meng Xiaoan.
"It's just a little hot." Meng Xiaoan drank all the water and smiled.
Niu Meng opened the window to let the night breeze blow in. There was no air conditioning in the house, so it was a little hot. Niu Meng's hand moved his hair from his ears. This charming gesture made Meng Xiaoan feel passionate.
Niu Meng looked at Meng Xiaoan from the corner of his eyes: "Xiaoan, why don't you take a rest."
"Okay, okay." Meng Xiaoan didn't want to practice singing there all night. He wanted to chat and communicate with the teacher more.
Meng Xiaoan was curious and happy that such a beautiful girl didn't have a boyfriend yet.
"Teacher, why don't you have a boyfriend?" Meng Xiaoan actually said it, with a curious expression.
Niu Meng smiled: "Why? Can't we live without men? Women can survive too."
Meng Xiaoan echoed there: "Yes, yes, the teacher is right. Many girls nowadays are not married, so they do not live a free and enjoyable life." But he disagreed in his heart, teacher, don't think so. If you pushed it down, that would be my regret.
Teacher Niu Meng was also thinking about how he could pry open Meng Xiaoan's mouth and get him to reveal the whereabouts of that person.
It seemed that he was going to get this guy drunk, so Niu Meng had no choice but to make this move.
"Xiao An, would you like a glass of wine?"
Niu Meng took out a bottle of red wine and wanted to drink it with Meng Xiaoan.
Meng Xiaoan asked the teacher if he had anything on his mind?
Niu Meng sighed helplessly, and then told some sad things about himself, half of which were true and half of which were false, in order to make Meng Xiaoan lower his guard.
Sure enough, after hearing the teacher's tragic experience, Meng Xiaoan immediately felt strong sympathy. He held Teacher Niu Meng's hand and said, "Teacher, it's okay. Although your parents are gone, you must live strong. This world is actually very beautiful.”
The teacher's hands were so tender and slippery. Meng Xiaoan couldn't stop laughing in her heart.
Teacher Niu Meng looked at Meng Xiaoan with charming eyes. Meng Xiaoan was almost drunk by her eyes.
"Xiao An, I have never told anyone these things. You are the first one. I don't know why I always feel that you are a relative of mine."
