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Such a wonderful answer made Zhang Xiaojian cry and laugh. She shook her head and went into the kitchen. It took a long time for her to find soy sauce and vinegar from many seasonings, but there was no garlic.

Along the way, Zhang Xiaojian didn't care what to eat. Now she saw that she was really hungry.

Although the noodles are a little over cooked, they are better than those not eaten.

Think of what had not eaten, now he can have food, he has been very satisfied.

Looking at Zhang Xiaojian's gobbling, Zhao Mengmeng felt as if she saw the best food in the world. She couldn't help saying, "I'm hungry, too. Can you leave me a bite? "

Zhang Xiaojian originally thought that the eldest lady did not care to eat this kind of food. After being stunned for a moment, Zhang Xiaojian directly picked out a part of the pot and gave it to Zhao Mengmeng.

Zhao Mengmeng also learned from Zhang Xiaojian and took a big mouthful. Who knows, the noodles have just been put into her mouth, and the unspeakable smell suddenly becomes dense and makes her run to the bathroom and spit out.

Zhao Mengmeng's face was as red as if she had been beaten hard. Seeing Zhang Xiaojian still swallowing, the happiness in her heart rippled.

If a man can tolerate a woman to such an extent, Zhao Mengmeng's heart is like a deer bumping into her eyes, and her eyes are flowing. She is extremely charming.

Zhang Xiaojian looked up at Zhao Mengmeng. The moment her eyes were relative to each other, she felt a surge of emotion in her heart. She quickly lowered her head and dried up the remaining noodles and soup in the basin.

After eating and drinking, Zhang Xiaojian hesitated for a moment and wanted to smoke. She groped for a long time on her body, but she didn't find anything.

Zhao Mengmeng ran into another room, and then quickly ran over and handed a special cigarette to Zhang Xiaojian.

"You smoke, too." Zhang Xiaojian is a little puzzled.

With a smile, Zhao Mengmeng said, "what I stole from my father is for you." Her face flushed as she spoke.

Zhang Xiaojian stood in front of the window, opened a gap, and then silently lit a cigarette, and took a hard puff.

Light blue smoke drifted through the opening of the window.

Zhang Xiaojian narrowed her eyes and thought.

As for Zhao Mengmeng, Zhang Xiaojian knows her mind and is definitely a good girl. However, she can't tell her feelings. Why

"Why didn't you look back at the platform. It's a mysterious hiding. " Finally, Zhao Mengmeng couldn't help but ask.

"My brother..." Zhang Xiaojian's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the scenery outside the window, told about what happened during this period of time.

Zhao Mengmeng's face was cloudy and sunny, and her eyes flashed with tears.

"I'm tired. Is there a place for me to sleep?" Zhang Xiaojian rubbed his head and laughed. His clean smiling face was still pure, as if it was a piece of land without pollution.

"Don't you take a bath? You'll feel better after a bath." Zhao Mengmeng's big eyes flickered at him.

"Then wash it." Zhang Xiaojian hesitated and said.

Zhao Mengmeng ran to her bedroom. After a short time, she came out again with a set of unsealed pajamas in her hand and handed it to Zhang Xiaojian. She said, "I have a premonition that one day you will take a bath here, so I bought it."

When Zhao Mengmeng talks, she reveals her little daughter's coquettish manner, which makes Zhang Xiaojian almost unable to control herself.

When Zhang Xiaojian takes a bath, Zhao Mengmeng sits in the living room, listening to the sound of running water. She is happy and intoxicated.

In fact, many times, it is not necessary to be a husband and wife to love a person. The most important thing is to have each other in mind.

It is a kind of heart has a soul of concern, it is a heart has a good blessing, as long as you are good, then every day in my life is sunny.

Zhao Mengmeng sits with a pair of big eyes and complicated expression.

When Zhang Xiaojian came out in her pajamas, she saw Zhao Mengmeng's infatuated appearance. She was stunned for a moment, but did not speak. She went directly to the bedroom. Not much, if any, there is a woman's body odor in

room, and a perfume that is not as good as it is.

The bed is soft and the quilt is soft. It seems that a woman's plump body is held in her arms, as if she is lying in her mother's arms. That kind of feeling is very wonderful.

Zhang Xiaojian is really tired, time is not long into the dream.

The door was gently pushed open, and there was no sound.

A woman barefoot ya, gently to Zhang Xiaojian's side.

The face is still hesitant, and the quilt is opened.

Zhao Mengmeng's face is coquettish, and her teeth nibble at her lips. She looks like a shy bride.

Sitting next to Zhang Xiaojian, looking at the man's face and breathing evenly, Zhao Mengmeng felt her heart was drunk.

Stretch out his hand, has been pink fingers gently from Zhang Xiaojian's face, the face of the beard touched her fingers, feel itchy, unspeakable feeling.At this moment, this man is her, her own.

Zhao Mengmeng looks at Zhang Xiaojian and bends down gently, her heart pounding. A face, become more red, like the peach blossom in spring.

Two people's faces a little closer, she can already feel his breathing, warm, also with the smell of tobacco, hit on the face itching.

When her red lips met Zhang Xiaojian, Zhao Mengmeng felt dizzy with happiness and almost did not support her body.

As soon as did a bad thing to escape, into the quilt, afraid Zhang Xiaojian wake up.

Zhao Mengmeng felt that there was a kind of wave in her body, which could not be removed for a long time.

The heart fluttered, almost to the throat.

Zhang Xiaojian sleeps like a dead man, but she turns over and puts her hand on her chest and holds her in his arms.

Zhao Mengmeng is dying of happiness. She tentatively reaches out her hand and holds Zhang Xiaojian in her arms.

At that moment, Zhao Mengmeng closed her eyes and tears flowed down her eyes. She didn't know what kind of feeling she felt in her heart, happiness, loss, sadness

Too many, too many complex moods blend together, and Zhao Mengmeng falls asleep. I had a good sleep.

She had a dream that Zhang Xiaojian made a big float for her, all of which were red roses in full bloom.

She was dressed in a white wedding dress, sitting in the car, the breeze blowing, skirt pants flying, Zhang Xiaojian sweating, behind a long motorcade.

However, suddenly a vague woman appeared in front of her and looked at her with a kind of malice and resentment. Although she didn't say anything, she knew it was red fruit.