"It's dawn." Meng Xiaoan looked at the white fish belly outside the window, opened the window, and let the cool wind blow in. He had already imprinted the steps taught to him by the Bronze Master one by one in his mind, and deeply engraved them in his heart. Meng Xiaoan was not sleepy at all. He was waiting for his sister to come back, but it was estimated that her sister would not come at this time. After Meng Xiaoan simply washed up, he went out to eat Xiaolongbao for two yuan and five yuan and then went to school. Maybe it was fate. Well, I saw Liang Wei when I was at the door. Liang Wei saw Meng Xiaoan's smile on his lips and said, "Have you selected the song for tonight?" Meng Xiaoan almost forgot that tonight is the time for him to perform on stage. Meng Xiaoan smiled: "No problem." He still planned to sing Huang Jiaju's Glorious Years, Liang Wei said, "Then come to the rehearsal at 6 o'clock in the evening." Meng Xiaoan nodded. When the first class was over, Niu Meng came to see Meng Xiaoan asked him about the preparation of some songs. Meng Xiaoan said that it was no problem. Meng Xiaoan was still a little emotional about Niu Meng trying to seduce him a few days ago. The teacher was a beautiful woman. He felt a little regretful when he lost his virginity, but at that time Meng Xiaoan didn't want to give his virginity to this girl like this, but not now, he gave his virginity to Liang Wei for the first time, and now You can completely tease Niu Meng. There is no reason to let Niu Meng tease you. He chooses to defend, right? If you want to attack, a man must attack. Today, Teacher Niu Meng wore a pair of tight jeans, which perfectly showed off the curves of her lower body. When he came out, Meng Xiaoan was called to the office for questioning by Niu Meng. There happened to be no one in the office. As a classmate who was about to become a senior gangster, Meng Xiaoan had no reason not to tease him. Meng Xiaoan was also a talented artist and had the courage to do so. Keep this bright day in mind. The situation at that time was that Niu Meng was sitting on a chair and raised his head to ask Meng Xiaoan. Meng Xiaoan was standing in front of her, or from the side. Looking from this angle, Meng Xiaoan looked at When the curvature of the chest was reached, which was exactly the curvature of a hand, Meng Xiaoan took advantage of Niu Meng's lowered head and suddenly struck at the chest. His right hand struck at Niu Meng's chest.
This gangster's actions made Niu Meng stunned, and his mind went blank. Meng Xiaoan looked at her surprised eyes, smiled evilly, then lowered his head and whispered: "Teacher, you don't mean to do anything to me." Is that so?" Niu Meng finally woke up when he heard his strange words, with shock and uneasiness on his face. Meng Xiaoan was actually playing gangster in her office. The color of this student was beyond her imagination. Meng Xiaoan's His hand still stayed on the teacher's chest, rubbing it wildly, and the other hand lifted Niu Meng's chin: "Teacher, what's wrong with you? Why don't you speak?" Niu Meng stood up and stammered. Said: "You...Meng Xiaoan..." Meng Xiaoan shrugged his shoulders, and finally reluctantly moved his big-chested hand away. Looking at the teacher, Meng Xiaoan suddenly felt a trace of evil and approached Niu Meng. , Niu Meng followed and retreated, almost falling. Meng Xiaoan put his hand around her waist in time, and deliberately raised his lower body to let her feel his heat. Meng Xiaoan took a deep sniff: "Teacher, your The smell of perfume fascinates me.”
"Meng Xiaoan... don't mess around, this is the office." Niu Meng's struggle did not frighten Meng Xiaoan, but he hugged Niu Meng even harder and turned to the table. I have to say that Meng Xiaoan His arms were quite strong. Meng Xiaoan used one second to spread Niu Meng's legs, and then used two seconds to hold Niu Meng's chin. Niu Meng's left fist hit Meng Xiaoan with both hands. Chest, but it's no different from scratching.
"Do you want it?" Meng Xiaoan's chin evilly rubbed Niu Meng's chest through his clothes.
