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"Think about it, if your husband and I don't fall behind the quota of township cadres, it doesn't matter, but my age is also here. If I can't get to a higher stage, your husband and I, the village chief, can at most
You have to quit after just one year of working!”
"Good sweet-scented osmanthus, think about it, if your husband and I lose the job, will you still live such a good life? Where will our family get the money? How will we have the time to play mahjong every day? We have to be different from those
Are the untouchables going to work in the fields together?"
"Although Old Man Huang is bad, you should put the overall situation first, open one eye or close one eye, treat it as a nightmare, fart when you wake up, and forget about it.
You are still my good wife~" Man Erniu has been the village chief for nearly ten years, and his talk is not in vain. He started to pick up Song Osmanthus and began to talk softly and hard.
Not to mention, after being carefully polished by these two bulls, Song Guihua also thought that if this useless man of hers could not enter the countryside and become an official, he would probably be re-elected next time.
It's hard.
"Don't talk too much, who is your good wife? Your little slut in the city must be your real wife!" After Song Guihua figured out what was going on here, her tone became much softer and she rolled her eyes repeatedly.
I got to know this man with a two-faced complexion.
After hearing this, Man Erniu chuckled, lowered his cowhide face and said: "Oh, my good wife, what are you doing? That little pussy is just a mistress, think about it,
Is there any successful man today who doesn’t keep a mistress? Isn’t there nothing I can do about it? There are cadres in this township, and you and I are still the village chief. If I don’t keep one, I’m going to make those people laugh.
Is this? This is the performance of a successful man!!"
"You are my good wife, the real wife, come on, wife, let's do it~" After finishing speaking, the man Erniu picked up Song Osmanthus, not ashamed, and kissed her like a chicken pecking at rice.
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"Go, go, stop being so glib!" Song Guihua felt disgusted when she saw this face, but Li'er was there, and she didn't want to go to the fields to do farm work, so she shouted angrily: "
You surnamed Man, don’t do this to me, we agreed, just this time, if you dare to send me to sleep next time, I will... I will die for you!!"
Man Erniu thought to himself, "You have to sleep now if you want to die. You are dying this time. If you die, then the boss can live in an open and honest house and find a mistress again." But in his heart, he thinks so, but in his mouth, he
He smiled and hugged Song Osmanthus and said affectionately: "Oh, my good wife, you are still the one who supports the family. How can I let it go? I'm really helpless now, aren't I?"
"Well... well, then this matter is settled. I will go to the countryside now to deal with some affairs!" After Man Erniu finished speaking, he picked up the keys of the car and hurriedly left home.
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When Song Guihua saw this, she was so angry and thought to herself, you are a soft persimmon cake who relies on women, you can't even compare to Wu Dalang who sells big cakes, you are a bastard. She doesn't know yet, this guy can't even compare to Wu Dalang who sells big cakes.
It was raining heavily and I went to that town late at night. Didn't I just want to go to the town and show courtesy to that old man Huang? How could my husband push his wife to be escorted by another man like this?
Song Guihua is getting more and more angry now as she thinks about it, but the matter has been agreed to. In order to live a better life in the future, she can only treat it all as a nightmare.
Thinking about it, he felt urgent to urinate, so he turned around and pushed open the door of the bathroom. When Wang Jing saw the doorknob turn, he strode into the bathroom inside.
Wang Jing thought to himself, in today's officialdom, when did money become more important than money? Unexpectedly, Man Erniu, who was so majestic in front of the people in the village, turned out to be a weak persimmon cake who relied on women to make ends meet and keep his job.
ah?
The bathroom in Song Guihua's house is relatively large. It is divided into two rooms, separated by half a snowflake glass. Outside is the bathroom and washbasin, and inside is a large bathtub. At this time, Wang Jing is squatting in the bathtub.
What about the corners?
The sound of water suddenly sounded, and Wang Jing's stall immediately reacted. This Song Osmanthus, among the young women in this mountain village, can be said to be a familiar village flower. What happened just now
The young girl was already in the fire. Even after five kilometers of heavy rain, the birds below were still not softened.
No, the soft and gentle sound of water in the softest and gentlest place of a woman rang out beside him. Wang Jing's bird immediately reacted. After secretly looking at Song Osmanthus who was urinating, Wang Jing discovered that,
The meat on the buttocks is much whiter and smoother than the meat on the arms and legs.
After taking a look at that face, which was more than thirty years old but more feminine, Wang Jing suddenly had an evil thought in his heart.
When Wang Jing saw that the sound of water had stopped, he was about to make some noise so that he could make the next plan. However, Song Guihua's next move immediately made him bleed.