After sending the goods, I suddenly remembered that Shu Zhe's original underwear fell into the hands of Le Jia (let's call it that). It was no longer possible to deliver the goods to Uncle Huoqiu on time, and I had to inform him.

I turned on the computer and the other party happened to be online, so I sent him a crying emoticon:

"Dear, I'm very sorry. The model lady accidentally soiled her white butterfly underwear when she was participating in the party. Because the original underwear cannot be washed, all the previous efforts were wasted. If you are willing to wait, I will change to a new pair of underwear and give it to you again. The model girl wears it for three days and then sends the goods out as soon as possible."

"If you feel that your rights and interests have been damaged, we can also refund you unconditionally. Please..."

Uncle Huoqiu sent me a puzzled expression, which I guess meant "it doesn't matter."

"Hmm, there are not many stores that do business as honestly as you do now."

"If there is an accident, don't shirk the blame or make excuses. You should be regarded as a positive model at the March 15 party and praised nationwide."

Stop talking, Uncle Fireball, I am so ashamed. In fact, I am not honest at all. The original underwear sold to you is not worn by the model lady, but by the model "Mr.". Besides, the 3.15 party has always been criticized. How could I ever praise anyone? Even if I was praised, I would not have the shame to stand in front of the people of the country and admit that "our store has been operating the European and American imported massage sticks with integrity for several years, thick and long brand massage sticks, which have brought happiness and good news to the majority of lonely young women." "ah.

I heard that the model lady soiled her underwear during the party. Uncle Huoqiu used his super imagination:

"Did you drink too much and didn't have time to go to the bathroom? If that's the case, you don't need to change into new underwear, just send those underwear over. I don't care at all."

No, judging from your tone, it’s not that you “don’t care”, but that you “like it very much”. Underwear soaked in urine can also arouse sexual interest. The taste is really not that strong.

"What's wrong with urine? Most mammals select mates by smelling each other's urine. Urine contains precious pheromones."

Uncle Huoqiu is still eloquent.

"Let me tell you, in Japan's perverted supply stores, girls' urine is a very common product, as well as sanitary napkins stained with menstrual blood, rubbings of private parts, girl juice..."

Okay, okay, stop talking, I'm going to vomit. Uncle Fireball, you like Japan so much, why not go back to live in Japan? I will introduce Director Cao to go back with you.

After the postponement of delivery came to an end, I was torn between ordering the 12-yuan Di San Xian rice bowl or the 15-yuan twice-cooked pork rice bowl. I was hesitant and depressed as to which one the emperor was going to be lucky with tonight. concubine.

Suddenly I received a text message from Amy, which contained only one sentence:

"Do you want my underwear?"

Did I let my sister discover it? Where did I show it? (Or should I say it showed it everywhere?) What should I do, what should I do, what should I do? Should I answer "yes"? If I answer like this, Amy Will you give me your underwear generously?

No, I can't admit it. I can't let my sister look down on me. Even if I want to exchange my underwear for money, I have to steal it quietly without anyone noticing. What sense of accomplishment does it feel to just let the other party give it to me?

Hey, why is my thinking logic a bit similar to that of the underwear thief? I don’t want to be connected with a pervert. I’m not a pervert, I just don’t want to be embarrassed in front of my sister.

So I replied: "Are you kidding? Who would want that dirty thing?"

When I answered like this, I couldn't help but think: Amy takes 40 minutes to take a bath, so she must be cleaner than Shu Zhe. In that case, even her underwear...

Amy didn’t reply to me immediately. After a while, when I thought Amy had forgotten me, she sent me a (→_→) expression.

Are you deeply suspicious? Do you really distrust your brother? And you are an American. Why are you using Japanese emojis? Sure enough, the Japan-U.S. alliance has a joint security regulation. In that case... return the Diaoyu Islands to us as soon as possible. Ah bastard.

Although they say that when you have troubles, you should consult your elders, but I called my dad just to ask him if he had forgotten to eat. How to steal Amy's underwear was something I could not discuss with my dad under any circumstances.

In addition, although I learned that I have such a half-sister, my father's feelings for Amy must be very complicated. He can't even hate Ai Shuqiao, and I'm afraid he may not hate her daughter. , but since the brother-sister relationship between Amy and I has not been made clear, it is better not to let the two of them meet at the moment.

The weather was too hot and my brain couldn't dissipate heat well. I actually forgot that my father's hotel room was occupied by Aunt Ren, so I still dialed the hotel's landline number.

Aunt Ren answered the phone angrily: "Who,."

I was so frightened that I almost turned over from my chair and said hesitantly: "That..."

Aunt Ren didn't recognize it was me and said angrily: "There are no male residents in this room. Stop asking if you want a lady. If you don't want a lady, not even a duck."

After saying that, he hung up the phone harshly.

Being regarded as a duck by Aunt Ren, I felt very sad and sad...

And you sex workers are so unprofessional. Their hotels have been quarantined, okay? Even if you want to call a chicken or a duck, you can't get in. And just because you are chickens or ducks, you are more likely to spread bird flu. .

I dialed the correct number for my father again. He was eating the standard set meal provided by the hotel. It is said that it comes with isatis root, which can enhance immunity.

Dad told me that he had a pretty good life these past two days, especially since the fat man in the same room snores very loudly, but they rarely have the same hobbies, and now he only chats with him when he is bored.

I asked you what common hobbies you two have.

As a result, my dad said that the fat guy was a small moderator on a pornographic forum that started with the word "S". He once reposted my dad's brilliant pornographic reviews and admired my dad very much.

"I didn't expect that there are such talents among university professors." Fatty said.

The direction of the praise is completely wrong. When will university professors be recognized for their pornographic film reviews? As long as they can write "On Chang Kaishen's contribution to the Chinese revolution", he can be appointed as a professor in the history department of Tsinghua University. He's the deputy director.

After Fatty gave his father an internal forum account, Dad burst into tears of gratitude. In order to express his gratitude, he also told him about the existence of HHH Fellowship. Fatty suddenly felt that it was too late to meet him and said that he must study hard and reach the level of HHH Fellowship. The membership requirement is that one day I can become a member with my dad.

Damn it, the HHH fan club has recruited new members again. The number of members is increasing. You guys are doing pyramid schemes.

That night, my father and the fat man downloaded porn movies together, prepared to cook wine with green plums and discuss female actors, and their feelings were flowing in their hearts. Who would have thought that the person who posted the porn videos was a bad prostitute. They downloaded two porn movies, one of which was King Kong Calabash Baby. , a "calcium movie" about N men wrestling and having sex. Just as they were staring at the movie, the fat man's wife came into the house to get personal items and caught the two of them.

"I've been married for so many years, but I didn't know he had this kind of hobby."

The sad wife cried to Aunt Ren.

Later I heard that it seemed that the day before the quarantine was about to end, in order to explain the misunderstanding, my father came to apologize for the fat man who was angry and refused to talk to his wife. Finally, the two of them settled their differences and went back to sleep in the same room.

But this way, dad has no place to stay.

Wandering in the corridor until midnight, Aunt Ren found his footsteps annoying and finally opened the door for him.

"Stop pretending to be pitiful. Do you want to remind me that this is the room you rented?"

"No, no... If you think I'm noisy, I'll go somewhere else for a stroll..."

"Why are you going somewhere else to publicize that I robbed your room?"

"No, I dare not..."

"I really don't understand what you dare to do. Come in. Seeing that you are also a person with a lustful heart but no courage, I will let you stay for one night, but I must declare in advance that if you dare to do anything..."

"Hit your hands, hit your feet..." Dad said flatteringly, "You are the Sanda champion, how can I be your opponent?"

According to what my father told me, nothing happened that night when he and Aunt Ren lived in a standard room and each lay on the same bed.

Hope so.

If something happens, I'll be in trouble.

Monday morning was gloomy and misty. What the hell was the weather like? I almost fell into a ditch on the way to Dongshan Lake. Damn, I took off the manhole cover for repairs and at least put a warning sign next to it.

I looked again and saw that it was there. Although there was a red sign, it was too foggy and I couldn’t see it. Quickly replace it with one that glows. If I fall into the sewer and die, there will be no one to manage the huge harem. Come on, let the concubines surround me, the "Emperor of Daxing", and cry bitterly. Can you afford the responsibility?

I thought that the old man with back pain would not come out in this weather, but when I went to the old place, I saw that the old man was sitting on a bench, waiting for me in a fairylike manner.

I took out the egg and handed it to the old man with great piety, just like offering a treasure to the Golden Fairy.

The old man took the egg, carefully checked that there were no cracks, and put it in his arms with satisfaction.

I wondered: "Old man, why do I think carrying an egg with me will not help my martial arts training at all?"

"No." The old man pretended to be surprised, "Well... I think so, so there is no basis for it to be written like this in martial arts novels. This time it was finally confirmed through experiments."

Damn it, old man, you are just trying to make fun of me.

Seeing the dissatisfaction on my face, the old man said to me again: "Little Ye Zi, do you think I let you bring the eggs to prove that the martial arts novels were written randomly?"

"Then why."

"Well...Actually, part of the reason is that, and the other part of the reason is that I feel that my back pain is very painful, so I can't make you too comfortable..."
Chapter completed!