Damn it, I asked you to make a fool of me and punished you by not eating meat for a month! Meng Xinghe despised the vitality between his legs. In front of Zhong Yusu, he relied on his tenacious perseverance to hold back the "chicken" movement between his legs.
But no matter how much he endured, the dragon's head remained firm and firm, not weak at all, but becoming more and more stiff.
Maybe he hadn't eaten meat for a long time, and he vaguely saw two strawberries, which made him unable to go soft. He was embarrassed to punch himself in the crotch twice in front of Zhong Yusu, so Master Meng awkwardly crossed his legs, which was very innocent.
Zhong Yusu saw the hard arch between Master Meng's legs and immediately thought that it was a man's unique weapon. A blush appeared on her face, she glanced secretly, and slowly moved away from the danger of Master Meng.
Seeing that Zhong Yusu was far away from him, Master Meng breathed a sigh of relief. He glared hard at the guy who was standing slightly weak and cursed in a low voice. I'm warning you, don't raise your hands to me without my consent next time.
.Otherwise, I will tie you up when I eat meat and I will envy you to death.
After giving his unsatisfactory second son a lesson, Master Meng returned to normal. Just now, he thought Zhong Yusu wanted to pay attention to him, but he didn't know that he had become obscene. I really shouted "Catch the thief"! Seeing Zhong Yusu sitting opposite, he felt a little uncomfortable.
Naturally, his hands held the corners of his clothes intentionally or unintentionally, his red lips curled slightly, and his eyes were distracted. He didn't know whether he was scolding Master Meng for his rude weapon, or doubting his character. His dull expression made Master Meng feel like he was too damned just now.
Failed!
Unknowingly, he has become a thinking animal in the eyes of beautiful women, and Master Meng is extremely unhappy. Looking back on his past, even when he saw super beautiful women, he always kept a low profile, but today he actually showed off the tools of killing pigs and eating meat in front of Zhong Yusu.
, Master Meng couldn't figure it out, and the only explanation in the end was that the sperm remaining in the body of the deceased Meng Xinghe would make him unable to control himself, and then produce some abnormal physiological phenomena.
No way! There is nothing left to miss someone who has already died. Meng Xinghe looked at his whole body, his arms and thighs were intact, his appearance was upright and handsome, his height and weight were acceptable, and his physiological functions were initially judged to be normal, but he had not inspected the goods, no.
He knew the quality and was in good health. Master Meng couldn't figure out why he suddenly lost his composure. Could it be that Meng Xinghe who died was really causing trouble? Damn it. Then it's okay. Master Meng hurriedly said piously and silently: "Brother,
Please let me go! I will burn two paper figurines for you another day so that you can enjoy it. I am pure, so there is no need to leave your romantic nature to me."
Young Master Meng was suddenly worried that two different personalities would appear in his body. While he was silently praying for himself, Zhong Yusu, who had regained her composure, sat across from Young Master Meng, with the same foxy expression as before, but a little more shy.
She paused, as if she admired her very much, and asked: "Mr. Meng, I heard that you won the first place in our Taoyuan County Poetry Contest this year. I think you must be full of knowledge. I also have a poem here, but it's a pity.
There are only the first two sentences, so they are not a chapter. Since the young master is here today, I have no choice but to ask you for advice!"
It seems that people are really afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong. Master Meng's three-legged cat skills have actually reached Zhong Yusu's ears, and now she is asking him for advice, but he can no longer keep a low profile even if he wants to.
"Miss Zhong, thank you. I'm just a blind cat who met a dead mouse and found a partner! When it comes to reciting (obscene) poems (wet), I really don't know how. Besides, it's better to do this kind of thing in secret."
In front of the beautiful woman, Master Meng shamelessly said hidden words that only he knew, and then secretly laughed a few times.
"Call me Yusu!" Zhong Yusu was very concerned about Meng Xinghe's title, and his tone was more domineering. "Miss, miss, am I very young? In terms of age, I am not much older than you. From now on, you will call me Yusu. If you hear me again,
If you call me Miss, I will call you old man."
Zhong Yusu threatened Young Master Meng. He was gasping for air. He must have used his internal strength just now.
Zhong Yusu seemed to be a powerful person, and she left Young Master Meng speechless with just a few words. Young Master Meng took a careful look at Zhong Yusu. His eyes stayed on her breasts for a long time. When he recalled the two cherry-red strawberries he saw earlier, Young Master Meng's throat squirmed.
, tutted, "Not small! Really not small! Very big! Very powerful!" Oh! Master Meng came back to his senses, what? Zhong Xiaoniu dares to call me a dead old man, I am young and strong, if you don't believe me, come and try. Meng
The young master said with a smile on his face: "Of course Yusu is not 'Miss' anymore. If anyone dares to call you Miss, I will be the first one to rush up and blow his nose out until he is disfigured."
Master Meng's motto in life is that as long as she is a woman, there is no one he can't make happy. The additional condition is that shemales and frigidities are not included. So no matter how experienced Zhong Yusu is, she will still fall under the attack of Master Meng's sweet words.
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"Haha~~Really?" Zhong Yusu's eyes flashed, and as a woman, Zhong Yusu was of course happy for Master Meng, a man who would sacrifice his life for him when he was impulsive.
"Of course~~~It's not true~~" Master Meng said slowly, and Zhong Yusu felt lost for a while. Master Meng knew in his heart that having an affair with Zhong Yusu would only make his death worse, so the wise and powerful
Master Meng decided to play half-truths and half-deceptions. This way he could make Zhong Yusu happy and prevent him from crossing the line of fire. Why not kill two birds with one stone?
"You~~~" Zhong Yusu was half angry. The originally good atmosphere suddenly dropped to zero. In the final analysis, it was all thanks to Master Meng. Zhong Yusu gritted her teeth and said, "Young master is really good at joking. I can't compete with you, so I'm willing to be the loser."
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She is handsome, has a good personality, and has high ideological quality. She is popular. The strong woman who is so arrogant is defeated in front of her. Master Meng is low-key and narcissistic, and then he is very embarrassed and says: "No prizes, no prizes, everything is fine."
You don’t have to worry about your false reputation. If you really want to worship me, you can do it with a little kiss, and I won’t mind.”
I have become a master of ambiguity~~Wow hahaha~~Master Meng is very good at it. Zhong Yusu's cheeks turned red and she whispered: "Master, please listen to the first two sentences of my concubine."
In front of Master Meng, Zhong Yusu, who was known as "the prodigal lady", couldn't stand it. She quickly returned to the topic and quietly recited the poem she had written.
At the beginning of the lantern, the moon rises like an eyebrow.
The curtain falls and no one returns.
Weeping willows dance in the wind beside the pool.
Wait until winter comes and the nights will be white.
"What a poem!" Master Meng praised sincerely. Based on just two sentences, Zhong Yusu can be regarded as a talented woman.
After Zhong Yusu finished reading, he sighed lightly, as if there were endless whispers. Master Meng recited it silently, secretly sighing that Zhong Yusu was a master of writing poems. There was not a single word "sad" in the whole poem, but every sentence revealed incomparable melancholy. Four lines added
It makes me even more worried. Zhong Yusu must have written this poem as a true reflection of herself. Master Meng did not dare to be careless and carefully composed the next two sentences.
Mobilizing all the literary knowledge, Master Meng quickly worked his brain, and countless stored information was unearthed in an instant. When he was thinking hard, Master Meng had a flash of inspiration, and he immediately made the next two sentences.
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