A good Lanyan will make you learn a lot, and you will handle it correctly when faced with more things that you have not experienced but others have experienced. A smart Lanyan will help you understand life and live in a balanced way, and always have a balanced mind in the face of ups and downs.
The selfless Lan Yan will make you less decadent and love life, the people around you and yourself more.
Whenever you are running around in the busy city, you will think of him. Perhaps it ranks behind family, friendship and love.
"Damn it, today's society is so fucking ruined. In this society, whoever has money will kneel down to whoever has money, and whoever has money is the boss." Sun Yang rarely got drunk and swore loudly.
"Damn it, what is there in today's society? If you have money, you spend it like crazy. If you don't have money, you become a grandson or a loser. You masturbate every day. The rich people fall in love with the goddesses in the eyes of those losers every night. You think about every one of them day and night.
Behind every woman, there is a man who fucks her until she feels like vomiting." Wang Ping roared loudly, dripping with pleasure.
Tonight, the three of them let go of their bodies and minds and had a great time venting.
Understanding is a touch of the soul, a blending of thoughts, and a kind of tolerance of mistakes. Understanding means that no matter what he says, you can understand it; no matter what he thinks, you can feel it; no matter what he thinks, you can feel it.
Whatever you do, you can think from his perspective. Understanding requires communication, understanding requires communication, and understanding requires tolerance. Understanding is an experience, understanding is an attitude, and understanding is a state.
"Hey." The three of them swiped their cards to settle the bill, each got a bottle of wine and staggered down the street late at night, belching wine constantly.
"Once, a foreigner asked me ### what the "b" in cow b means. I told him that b is an adverb, describing something very powerful. For example, ### means "very stupid",
Niubi means "pretending to be awesome", and pretending to be "pretending to be awesome". Not long ago, the foreigner went to a Chinese friend's house for dinner. The food cooked by the friend's mother was very delicious. The foreigner gave a thumbs up and said - your mother
b! Haha, you think it’s funny or not.” Sun Yang was drunk and talking nonsense.
"Haha, that's so funny." Lei Ming laughed.
"Let me tell you, brothers, hiccup, did you enjoy your drink today?" Wang Ping said casually, holding a wine bottle in his hand and walking unsteadily.
"Well, of course I feel good. I keep drinking. Why do I always feel like the wine in my hand is gone after a few sips? And the wine is not very strong. Did the bartender secretly mix water into it? It feels a bit cheating.
"Sun Yang said vaguely.
"Stop talking to me, stop talking. Why do I feel the ground under my feet is shaking hard? Is it an earthquake?" Lei Ming said with a big tongue.
"There was an earthquake in your home. We are in a coastal city in the south. How could there be an earthquake? We only know typhoons, but not real earthquakes. You must not have studied geography well when you were in high school. Look, you don't know anything now.
Right? You deserve it."
Wang Ping said harshly.
"Uh, really." Lei Ming scratched his head in embarrassment.
"You're such a fool." Sun Yang scolded with a smile.
"Hey, three drunkards." Just as Wang Ping and the other three were walking unsteadily on the bustling street under the night lights, holding a wine bottle, a group of young men dressed in ghostly manners came towards them.
"Tch, three idiot-like drunkards." One of the young men walking at the front of the crowd said with disdain.
He has blood-red hair, and his body is extremely thin. His ribs can be clearly seen in his open clothes.
Wearing tight pencil pants and a small vest hanging on his upper body, his arms as thick as pipes seemed to be making fun of himself.
Behind him were some social youths dressed in strange and weird clothes.
The three of them, Wang Ping, are all wearing suits from world-famous brands. These suits were custom-made at an ancient suit shop when Wang Ping and the others went to Europe last month to explore the market.
Just to customize this suit, the craftsmen measured the data of 18 different parts of their upper body, which can be said to be carefully crafted.
They fit perfectly. For these suits, Wang Ping and the others traveled to Europe twice.
The first trip was to measure the size, and the second trip was to try it on. Fortunately, the suit was made and it fit very well. Otherwise, the craftsman would have to change the size again and measure again.
"Oh, I didn't expect the suits on these drunkards to be so tangible." The leading social youth looked up and down at the suits of Wang Ping and the others, touching his chin, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.
What to pay attention to.
"Hiccup, what nonsense are these things? Don't block the way." Lei Ming said with a blush. Lei Ming's blush was not because he was afraid of these social youths, but because he was drunk.
"Brother Yao, these three people seem to be rich people." The red-haired young man in the lead turned out to be Brother Yao.
At this time, a yellow-haired boy who looked like a younger brother behind the demon brother stretched out his head and spoke into the demon brother's ear.
"Well, how can you tell from nightmares?" Brother Yao looked at the three of Wang Ping, his eyes kept turning, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Brother Yao, look at the watches on their hands. You can tell at a glance that they are not the cheap ones on the roadside, nor are they the high-end imitations you have, Brother Yao. They are genuine watches. Look, that
What the very strong man is wearing is a Vacheron Constantin, a world-famous luxury gold watch. Any watch can sell for millions."
Huang Mao looked at the watch in Lei Ming's hand, his eyes constantly burning with light.
"What the hell are you farting? I'm carrying a high imitation watch?" The red-haired young man slapped Huang Mao's face, which stunned Huang Mao.
There was a flash of color in the yellow-haired eyes, but then the flash of color was hidden deep in the eyeballs.
"Yes, damn it. The boss's watch is real. I was blind and mistook the real watch for a high imitation. I'm a fool. I'm an idiot..."
Huang Mao lowered his head and said nothing about his fault, but Huang Mao's eyes, which were covered by his bangs, were full of gloom and desire.
"Calm down, Brother Yao, oh, don't be the same as him." At this time, a voluptuous woman dressed up beside her stubbornly dominated Brother Yao's arms and kept shaking her coquettishly.
This woman was dressed very revealingly. She was only wearing a miniskirt at this late night. The black and transparent lace panties were clearly visible in the miniskirt. She was wearing a pair of black stockings on her long legs, which made her look extremely sexy.
The top of the enchanting woman is a black and transparent lace shirt, and the towering parts appear looming in the dim light of the night, making people's blood flow.
"Hey." The red-haired demon brother put his hand between the woman's legs and into her underwear and kept squirming, making the woman cum all over again.
"Wow." Brother Yao stretched out his hand from the woman's underwear, and his hand was covered with crystal viscous liquid.