"Wait a minute, wait a minute, what's this for?"

Zhang Muying knelt on the ground, put Xia Yu's hand on her face, and greedily sniffing the smell of his fingertips.

"Your hands are so big, so big, so warm, so warm... so fragrant"

Xia Yu didn't quite understand what was going on now for a while.

Just feel a little scared.

"Yes, the master selling steamed buns at the door said that my hands were big and wide, and I was a good guy for kneading steamed buns. I also asked me if I wanted to learn his skills."

This is true. When Xia Yu went to buy steamed buns yesterday morning, the master said this to him.

If he hadn't devoted his lifelong dreams to writing and devoted himself to countless readers, he might have hoped to become a pastry master.

"I'm still...unsighted..."

"Um."

It has been 7 years since I graduated from junior high school.

This guy didn't know what he had experienced, but turned into a small stutter.

"Just wait until I suck more, suck, you, it's all right..."

Xia Yu didn't quite understand, "Ha? Sicily?"

The next moment, Zhang Muying held his face and sniffed the smell on his body with her nose.

At the same time, Xia Yu could also smell the strong fragrance emitted from her body.

This smell is indescribable... makes people's heart beat faster and cannot extricate themselves.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, it's too fast!"

Xia Yu woke up in panic.

It’s not that he can’t do it, or that he has a bad kidney, it’s not that he is Liu Xiahui, but that he is really too rash.

Logically speaking, when old classmates meet, they will first drink some wine step by step, reminisce about the past, and then do some things to talk about (what means to do it). This will happen naturally. Isn’t it the right way to interact naturally?

I suddenly came up and did this, and I can only say that the purpose of this old classmate is too clear.

It is clear that he has the illusion that he will be a buyer if he is not doing well.

Xia Yu quickly pushed her away.

Zhang Muying was very strong and pushed her several times before pressing her to the ground.

She whispered softly, sat on the ground, looking at Xia Yu with some resentment.

"Really, I don't dislike you. You are so beautiful," Xia Yu quickly explained, "but it's really too fast, I'm not prepared at all.

You drink something first and chat, okay?"

Without waiting for her to speak, Xia Yu turned on the TV.

Zhang Muying sat on the ground, looking at him with a resentful expression.

It was at this moment that Xia Yu's cell phone rang.

He quickly picked up his cell phone and walked aside, and smiled at Zhang Muying, "I'm sorry, I'll answer the phone."

Xia Yu looked at the caller ID.

Shen Shishi called.

"What are you doing? You haven't answered the phone?! I tell you, don't mess around all day and bring some dirty women to your place."

There was a fucking roar inside.

"Oh my god, I just went to receive the express delivery."

This is really a real mother. Don’t you think about that kind of person I am?

However, Xia Yu glanced at Zhang Muying.

My heartbeats a little hard.

"You are idle and unemployed all day long, but you still have money to buy express delivery?"

“…”

At the same time, he suddenly felt a little itchy on his back and put one hand on his back.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Muying posted it up.

For some reason, Xia Yu felt a cold and cold feeling.

It's like this guy is a cold-blooded animal.

Xia Yu really wanted to refute, why is writing a book just because it’s not doing its job properly?

Isn’t it the same for my aunt?

Before he could speak, Shen Shishi continued on the phone, "Your aunt is the same. You two really dragged each other down together. It would be better to find a job honestly."

“…”

Xia Yu curled his lips, he didn't like to listen to these words.

When we write, we rely on ourselves, and writers are also a profession.

"Forget it, I'll transfer 1,500 yuan to you later."

"Ahem, okay."

Xia Yu swallowed the complaints he had just reached his mouth.

This is my dear mother, great maternal love, Chinese parents, who whip you with their mouths, but in fact, they are still afraid that you will have a bad life and do not have a stable job, so after scolding, they will still secretly give you money.

As he was calling, Zhang Muying's hands became more and more excessive, and she hugged Xia Yu's neck directly from behind.

If it weren't forcibly suppressing the phone, Xia Yu felt that he might not be able to withstand it.

"Your Uncle Zhang's daughter has passed away. You can go to mourn in the afternoon and give the gift of 1,500 yuan. The 1,000 yuan is in the name of me and your father, and the remaining 500 is in your name. Do you remember it clearly?"

"Uncle Zhang? Which Uncle Zhang?"

This surname is too big and too broad. Xia Yu grew up so old that he knew at least twenty or thirty Uncle Zhang.

Zhang Muying's breathing became rapid in his ears.

Xia Yu could feel the cold air squirting on his face.

"Zhang Mingde, he hugged you when he was a child. What's your name with his daughter's junior high school classmate... Zhang Muying, you had a crush on someone before, and you almost gave your dad's baby to others, and you forgot?"

"Wait a minute, say what her name is again?"

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