“Jian Chen, are you free now?”

Hearing this, she was hiding in the corner, and Fang Yuqing, who was swiping micro-blogs with his girlfriend, looked up, and she rushed to someone and said, "Two sister-in-law, find me something?"

Joey said, "I don't seem to have eaten anything for my brother tonight, and there's only one cooker in his yard, so late, I don't want to come and prepare any food."Joey pointed to the box in his hand and said, "I asked the cook to make some food for him, if you have time..."

Before he could finish, Fang Yuqing jumped up.

She put away her phone, took the box, patted her chest and said, "When I have time, I'll send it."She took the box and took her girlfriend to go to Fang Yusheng's yard.

*

Back in the garden, Auntie was already asleep.

Fang Yusheng is very familiar with his own house, and can act freely without being accompanied by people.

Let the rest of himself, Fang Yusheng returned to the room.Although he could not see anything, he still opened the lights of the room like a normal person, walked into the cloakroom with the door and cooked the door, took off his clothes, and changed into his pajamas.Returning to the bed, sat down, he took off the sunglasses on his face, folded the beads on his hand, and then lay down next to the bed.

Turning off the light, he had a quiet ear in his ear, and there was no sound other than the clamor of breathing and the din of a distant birthday party.

There seems to be something wrong...

Lying for a while, Fang Yusheng reached for the quilt, but the tentacles were smooth and warm.

“Amitabha!”

Shocked, he read Amitabha Buddha, and the young master stood up and sat up, because of excitement, the whole person rolled down along the bed.

Sitting on the floor, Fang Yu’s face was stunned and shocked.

Without distinguishing the pain in the body, Fang Yusheng's hand was grasped virtually in the air.

If there is no mistake, what he just touched, it seems to be a woman's... chest!

He stood up, the original warm and handsome face, and suddenly covered a layer of frost.

“Go down!”

Practicing the nature of the Buddha, eating the Buddha, the daily copy of the scriptures of Fang Yusheng, finally angry.

The sound of the squirrel came from the bedside, and Fang Yusheng noticed a man standing in front of himself.

“Mr. Fang.”The woman's voice gave Fang Yusheng a familiar feeling.

Fang Yusheng froze, then raised his eyebrows and asked in a bad tone, “Daughter-in-law?”This is clearly the voice of his sister-in-law, Joey.

The man in front of him suddenly stopped.

After a while, the woman in front of her was about to speak, and the door in the room was suddenly opened from the outside, followed by the sound of Fang Yuqing's angry and deplorable voice, "Brother Yusheng, you see what I caught."

The sudden upheaval frightened the woman quickly jumped behind Fang Yusheng, and the whole person hid behind him.As soon as his eyes turned, Qiao Wei held Fang Yusheng's waist again.

He jumped into the river and couldn’t wash it.

Fang Yusheng: “...”

He has been eating for more than ten years and has been guarding himself like a jade.His waist was only held by the belt of his trousers.But now it has been violated by a woman!

The face of the young master is like a good family girl who is taken advantage of and wants to be light.

That's ugly.

Yu Qing and his girlfriend tucked a woman in a tight skirt broke in, and when she came in, she said, "This woman has been outside your yard, sneaky, look at it..." Without saying, Fang Yuqing raised her head, but saw her brother Yu's life.

He was naked and held around by a pair of glittering arms.

He could not admire the beauty of Fang Yusheng, and Fang Yuqing stared at the eyes and looked behind Fang Yusheng.The woman who hid behind him was much shorter than Yu Sheng, only to see the long hair that was scattered.Because Fang Yusheng's legs are separated, Fang Yuqing can also see between Fang Yusheng's legs, which belong to the woman's legs.

The woman’s legs were long and straight, and she might be a little flustered and uneasy, and her toes were crouching incessantly.

Fang Yuqing: “...”

Fang Yuqing's girlfriend was directly embarrassed and red-faced.

Fang Yusheng closed his eyes, a cold face.Joe, who was hiding behind him, was red, rosy, and a little pale.

The actress who was tucked her hair by Fang Yuqing saw this scene and covered her mouth, but her eyes were schadenfreude.

“Mr. Fang, what happened?”He ran upstairs one step further, and saw this strange situation and froze.Back to God, he walked to Fang Yusheng's body, turned his back on Fang Yusheng, and blocked the gazed Fang and the strange woman.

In the face of the three people of Fang Yuqing, Qi Wei said, "Miss Yu Qing, please you and your friends, and..." Qi Weifan looked at the actress on the ground and said, "This lady, go out first."

“Oh. . . .

Fang Yuqing seemed to have lost his soul, lost his soul and went downstairs, and took two other women with him.

This was the only way to turn around and say, “Mr. Fang, I have failed.”Let the strange woman into his room, it is indeed a terrible dereliction of duty.

He did not blame the extraordinary, but Fang Yuqing said, "O great, take the rope."

He looked at the long hair and long legs behind his back, nodded, and went to the next room to take the rope.

...

Before Qiao Weixi, he had stripped off his underwear and lay on Fang Yu’s bed.

Now, she covered her body with a red dress, but her hands were tied by a strong rope, and her body was suspended in mid-air.One of the ropes is tied to the ceiling lights.

Fang Yusheng sat in the wooden chair, fully dressed, holding the Buddha beads in his left hand, silently reading the scriptures that Qiao Weixi could not understand, and on his right hand, he held a leather whip.

The whip was too long, and the whip was on his overlapping legs.

The left hand is cast, the right hand is whipped, is the Buddha or the demon.

Joey: It's a demon.

Qi Weiwei went downstairs to deal with the three of them, and the room was very quiet for a while.

This silence continued until the extraordinary coming up.

"Miss Yu Qing has left, and I'm afraid you can't hide it tonight."He said to Fang Yusheng.

Fang Yusheng turned the hand of the Buddha beads and stopped, and the scriptures in his mouth were gone.He looked up, closed his eyes, and headed in the direction of Joe.Thinking of what she said before, this woman put on makeup, looked at some like two young ladies, and her heart was not happy.

“Who let you come.”He asked Joey.

Fang Yusheng concluded that someone wanted to finish him.

In such a special lively night, a woman like Joe's, naked, lying on his bed, happened to be hit by Fang Yuqing, who was sent to the night.Everything is coincidental.It’s not a conspiracy, and Fang Yusheng won’t believe it.

His hands were tied high above his head, the whole person was suspended in mid-air, and the joints of Joe's arms and shoulders were so painful.She was sore that her forehead was full of sweat, and when she heard this, her face did not change, and said, "Myself."

Oh yeah!

A whip, whipped directly to Joey's waist.

The one who shoots is the one who is the one who is sung.

"Who made you look like a choma and climb into my bed."Fang Yusheng's voice, more than before, a little more chilly and unpleasant.

Joe's face was white, gritted his teeth, "It's really me."

Oh yeah!

It was a whip that fell relentlessly on Joe's legs.

Joey scolded her in his heart, and a brain trick.“I’m Joey, and it’s my idea to climb your bed.”Believe it or not!”

Fang Yusheng's hand has been raised the whip, because the three words of Qiao Weixi suddenly fell.

“Joey?”Fang Yusheng's eyebrows burst into thinking about the conversation Fang Mu heard in the hall on the day of his wedding.The old man of Qiao Yunfan concluded that the woman who married Fang Mu was not Qiao Weixi, but Qiao Jiu, who thought this was strange at the time.

Thinking of the car accident a few months ago, the two sisters died their lives.They are twins, and they are said to look almost identical.The dead do not speak, so the living who can live can live.

Interpret of the topic - -

This may be the book I wrote, the last of the men and women I met.