With a sound of "Pa--", the prince couldn't control his grief and anger, and threw the iPad tablet that was playing Tokyo Hot on the ground. The exciting pictures on the computer and Shanshan's hard blowing could not arouse the prince's impulse.
, I just can’t get hard.
Being a man is the greatest sorrow in life. The prince's heart is filled with desolation, shame, grief and anger. All of this is caused by Shanshan. He also hates Scarface, and a blazing fire of hatred burns in his chest.
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"Shanshan, if I can't do it, Scar will not be able to live well." The prince gritted his teeth, eyes spraying poisonous fire, staring at Shanshan with a blank look on his face: "I also want Scar to be crippled."
Shanshan trembled and said timidly: "Prince, what do you want to do?"
The prince sneered and repeated: "I also want Scar to be crippled."
Shanshan glanced at the iPad tablet computer that was broken into two parts on the floor, half-kneeling on the prince's shoulder, and said softly: "Prince, Scar is not something to be trifled with. Don't mess around. Let's endure it for another year.
After I get the money from Scar, as soon as I graduate from college, let’s go far away and seek medical treatment in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, okay?”
"Bear it for a year? You want me to endure it for a year? How can you say this? I can't bear to let Scar fuck you for a year. Can I bear it, me?" the prince said angrily.
"Prince...you know that every first time after I come clean, it belongs to you. My body is clean, and my love for you will always belong to you." Shanshan saw that the prince was angry with her,
It shows that the prince loves her, and his heart is warm, showing the femininity of her. The prince's bones are soft with laughter.
The prince sneered in his heart, of course it would be great if Shanshan could get money. Now that science and technology are advanced, she is young, and she is well-conditioned, it will not be difficult to show off her glory again. If the prince really wants to compete with Scar, he doesn't have the strength yet, but
Just venting her anger, Shanshan is very infatuated with him, he is everything to her, women who live for love are stupid, to put it bluntly, infatuated women are stupid.
"Can you get money? How much can you get?" The prince became gentle and hugged Shanshan with infinite love. In front of money, to the prince, the dignity of a man's crotch was not worth mentioning.
Shanshan thought for a while and said, "Scar gives me 200,000 yuan a year. It should be 200,000 yuan."
"Two hundred thousand dollars is useless. If you can't even buy a house in a third-tier city, how can you live in a faraway place?" The prince said arrogantly to the little bird's human-like Shanshan.
Shanshan blushed, lowered her head, and asked weakly: "Prince, how much do you want to get?"
The prince said domineeringly: "At least two million, no, five million."
Shanshan wondered: "But, I only have 200,000 yuan a year."
The prince said: "Shanshan, you are stupid, won't you coax Scarzi to transfer the house in Jiumao Garden to your name? A house of more than 100 square meters in that area costs at least 5 to 6 million."
"But Scar can't do that." Shanshan was unsure. She knew that Scar was a very stingy and shrewd person. It was not impossible to coax him to transfer the house to her name. I was afraid that she would have to sign a lifetime commitment.
According to the contract, Scar would have to play with her until she died, but she was not willing to do so.
"Yes, as long as you put your mind to it, everything is possible." Scarzi patted Shanshan, and said his love words: "Shanshan, for our love, you can do it."
"Well, okay, but didn't you say you couldn't bear it for a year?" Shanshan asked innocently.
The prince was startled for a moment, thinking that as long as he had money, Scar would be fucked. You little mistress is none of my business? But he couldn't say that. His expression darkened and he sighed: "Oh, Shanshan, you know I love you."
, you have worked so hard for our love, there is nothing else I can't bear, I can bear it until the iron trees bloom, I can bear it until the seas dry up and the rocks rot, I can bear it until the planet explodes, I will fucking bear it, I swear I love you."
"Okay, Prince, there's no need to swear. I know you love me, and I will." Shanshan suddenly felt that love was so sacred. For love, she was willing to do anything, including tricking Scarface into transferring the house to her.
She still had to work hard in bed and strengthen emotional communication. With his figure and beauty from the dance department of Jiangnan University, only by capturing Scar's heart would Scar be willing to transfer the house.
The prince is her first love, and Shanshan Beier cherishes her. If she wants to defraud Scarface of his house and money, as long as she works hard, as the prince said, anything is possible. King Zhou is besieged on all sides for Daji, and King Zhou You
In order to praise the princes with a smile, as long as a woman has enough charm, even the emperor is willing to spend all his money, let alone a mortal with a scarred face, Brother Biao?
"Shanshan, I love you too." The prince saw Shanshan's determined expression. A year later, he was expected to get five or six million from Scarface through Shanshan. For the sake of the huge sum of money, the prince actually felt sad.
A little bit of guilt, if you want to win a girl's rock-solid heart, it's not enough to just say a few loving words, you have to make the girl feel happy wholeheartedly.
Although he was temporarily impotent, the prince had many options. He spoke touching words of love into Shanshan's ear, moved his hands up mountains and waded in rivers, and flicked Shanshan's earlobes a few times like a dragonfly touching water, making Shanshan tremble all over.
The heart of spring is rippling.
"Shanshan, I love you, I can do it, I want to give you sexual happiness, and I am willing to do anything for you." The prince was extremely gentle, lowered his head, and said quietly: "Shanshan, look
, I blow."
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The city's neon lights flashed, Liu Jun and the mute, Chen Erlin walked around from Jiangnan University, returned to the Jiangnan Farmers' Market, and went to the restaurant where they had lunch. They had four dishes and one soup, drank a small drink, and talked about life.
Ever since he learned that Chen Erlin likes to read biographies of celebrities, Liu Jun has had a high opinion of Chen Erlin, because Liu Jun also likes to read the legendary lives of great people, and dreams of doing something spectacular while young. What does it matter if he doesn't get into college?
None of the great men went to college, but Liu Juncai was unwilling to settle for mediocrity.
Liu Jun picked up the cup, clinked the mute cup with Chen Erlin, and said: "Alin, at Jiangda, you have also seen that so many college students are leaning against the cultural wall by the lake, sitting on stone benches and thinking about life. If we
Also think about life, what do you think our future will be like?"
Seeing Liu Jun's serious look, Chen Erlin thought about it seriously and said: "Success can be found in small steps, and wealth can be found in danger. Grassroots people like us must work hard and be willing to take risks if they want to have a beautiful life."
Gotta get out."
Liu Jun nodded and asked: "How do you want to be brave?"
Chen Erlin waved his fist, as if reciting a quotation from the Communist Party of China, and said catchy: "Follow Brother Jun to conquer the world, and you won't be afraid no matter where you go."
Seeing Chen Erlin looking like a hero, Liu Jun and the mute laughed happily.
Liu Jun put a big steak into the bowl of the mute Xiao Li, who was always relatively reserved, and asked with a smile: "Ali, have you ever thought about life?"
The mute shook his head, nodded vigorously, put down the wine glass, gestured with his hands in front of his chest, and said in sign language: "I have never thought about life. My adoptive father has pointed out the path of life for me. Before his death, my father told me that as long as I follow Brother Ajun, life will be better."
The road will become wider and wider."
"Ali's father's final words were also kind. Brother Jun, I have nothing to say. From now on, Ali and I will follow you closely." Chen Erlin saw the mute gesture like this, and was glad that he followed Liu Jun correctly, and started
The black-faced ones really have no big future except to support their families.
"Alin, we brothers don't speak foreign languages, we just hang out together, come on." Liu Jun felt a little moved in his heart. He went out to work hard, and it felt good to have brothers.
One chopstick is gently broken, and ten pairs of chopsticks are tightly hugged into a ball. Bundling into a ball has infinite power. How can Liu Jun not understand this truth? Brothers hang out together and work hard. This is the life Liu Jun wants.
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It seems that the milk tea girl who thinks about life on the campus of Jiangnan University gave Liu Jun a great insight into thinking about life. When a person understands the direction of progress, he will not hesitate, just like a ship sailing in the sea in the vast night.
Like a lighthouse, with the guidance of the lighthouse, the ship will not lose its way.
Do you need to think too much in life? Just work hard. Sister Lin will not fall from the sky, nor will pie fall into your lap. Everything must be worked hard by yourself. Happiness is not just drizzle.
With the heat of alcohol, Liu Jun's heart was boiling. He stood up and filled two taels of Erguotou for Chen Erlin. He also filled his own cup, stood up and raised his glass: "Alin, Ali, I won't lie.
He would say, keep all the wine in your arms and leave alone."
"Let's go one." The three of them clinked glasses, full of pride.
That night, Liu Jun, Mute, and Chen Erlin checked into a not-starred hotel next to the Jiangnan Farmers Market. They rented a triple room. They received several harassing phone calls from the hotel lady, but they ignored them.
Chen Erlin asked the waiter to set up a wake-up call service. After a tiring day, the three of them simply washed up and went to bed early.
At half past three, the bedside phone rang, and the three of them woke up. They quickly got up early, checked out of the room, and ignored breakfast. Liu Jun and the mute got into Chen Erlin's van and rushed to the Jiangnan Farmers' Trade Market.
Outside, it was pitch black without street lights. It was very late at night and it was still early in the morning. When the citizens were still immersed in their dreams, the farmer's market was already bustling with people. High-brightness lights illuminated the market as if it were daytime. Everyone
Every corner is extremely bright.
Large trucks carrying agricultural and sideline products rush to the market on time. Second-hand traders push tricycles, drive vans, ride mopeds and other means of transportation to the agricultural products market to purchase goods. They have to rush to the morning market.
Transport vegetables and poultry to major markets across the city for sale.
Chen Erlin drove the van into the agricultural products wholesale market, found an empty space to park, and walked straight to the Artemisia truncatula wholesale point with Liu Jun and Dumb.
Since I had visited the place beforehand, I soon arrived at the place where Artemisia arborescens was wholesaled. I saw dozens of large-tonnage trucks carrying fresh Artemisia arborescens parked in front of the shop. There was a large weighing scale at the door of each wholesale shop.
Bag after bag of Artemisia arborescens was piled up. The bags containing Artemisia arborescens were large plastic sacks. Each bag was estimated to weigh fifty or sixty kilograms.
Liu Jun, Chen Erlin, and the three dumb people went to several wholesale shops and asked about the wholesale price of Artemisia arborescens. It was about five yuan and eighty one catty. Depending on the appearance and quality of Artemisia arborescens, the wholesale price fluctuated from 50 cents to one yuan. Qingyun Market
The Artemisia truncatula sold on the market sells for seven or eight yuan per catty, and the profit is quite considerable. No wonder farmers from the countryside can buy commercial housing in the city after going to the city to sell vegetables for five to ten years. But why do the laid-off workers in the city always complain that they can't find it?
When it comes to work? Do we need to learn more from our farmer brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts?
Liu Jun's divergent thinking was quite strong, and he actually felt compassion for the laid-off workers in the city.
At the wholesale market for agricultural products, the second dealer is interested in which store sells Artemisia arborescens. All he has to do is tell the boss how much Artemisia arborescens he wants, and someone will immediately unload the bagged Artemisia arborescens from the big truck. There is no need to negotiate the price or open the bags. Of course, this does not happen every time.
A bag of Artemisia arborescens is of top quality, just like wholesale fruits. It is inevitable that a large bag of Artemisia arborescens contains half-rotten and stale bad Artemisia arborescens. The quality of Artemisia arborescens purchased for wholesale depends entirely on luck.
All the vegetables and poultry shipments in the entire agricultural products wholesale market must be completed at four or five o'clock in the morning. There are cars and cars in front of every shop in the market, and people are crowded. The same is true in front of the Artemisia quinoa wholesale shop. The market is prosperous.
Liu Jun had sharp eyes. When many second-hand dealers of different ages were vying to buy a pound of Artemisia arborescens in the newspaper, he saw a young man with dyed yellow hair and strange clothes crowded next to an older farmer.
, while the uncle wasn't paying attention, he used a sharp blade to cut a long slit in the cloth bag he was holding. Then he took out a long pair of tweezers from his pocket. After a moment of digging, he found a bulging bag.
The black leather wallet was in Huang Mao's hands.
Huang Mao stole the uncle's money, but many people saw it but didn't say anything. Anyway, Huang Mao looked around with his sneaky eyes, but no one dared to look at him, so he turned around and left.
"Stop." Liu Jun shouted angrily, stepped forward, and grabbed Huang Mao's collar.
Wouldn't it be disappointing if Cheng Yaojin showed up in the middle of the battle? Huang Mao showed his switchblade without hesitation, pointed it at Liu Jun's abdomen and stabbed him: "You're looking for damn death."
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