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Chapter 40 The mysterious visitor at home

Accompany? What to accompany you? Is it possible to sleep with you?

Song Baojun's head suddenly became hot. He was a virgin with a genuine big-name brand. He had never eaten pork but had seen pigs run away. He heard other classmates brag about having an affair with this beauty and that beautiful girl. He didn't agree with it on the surface, but in fact he was envious of it.

How can there be such a big gap between people!

Look at Qiu Jiali, she is just in her early twenties, and her delicate figure shows two words: youth! She is quite delicious, with curved eyebrows, delicate little nose, and her lips as crystal clear as water. Her turbulent chest silently reveals her femininity.

Moreover, Qiu Jiali is also the dream lover of her roommate Guo Jun. The guy nagged in the dormitory every day, and everyone was already familiar with his deeds.

On May 1st night last semester, Guo Jun brought ninety-nine roses to a heart-shaped bottom of the girls' dormitory, burning candles, and singing "A Lifelong Lover" with an erhu for two hours. There were countless onlookers, and there were also enthusiastic people who helped shout "Together! Together!" The photos posted by Feige were rumbling to the circle of friends, and the atmosphere was very lively and gratifying.

Finally, Qiu Jiali went downstairs angrily and cursed: "I don't even look at what kind of person you look like, but you dare to chase me? I have a long mind, so how far I can get out of here!" Guo Jun's face was pale and staggered back, becoming the latest legend to live.

It is said that she is so inhumane that she will tremble her lips at this moment and nervously say the moving words of "I can accompany you tonight", and Song Baojun was confused for a moment.

A good word is about to burst out and wake up. Isn’t the lesson last night not enough? Why do you want to be the subject of the thirty-two personalities when a woman comes?

"Isn't this good?" He lit up the cigarette and calmed down, looking at the other person up and down, only making Qiu Jiali creepy.

This gaze is too vulgar and too aggressive! It is naked and unscrupulous, just like looking at a broken shoe.

Even the oldest adults would not have the vicious and dangerous look of Song Baojun, which was completely vulgar.

Qiu Jiali felt that under his eyes, she seemed to have become a stripped-out little Aries. She couldn't help but cover her chest and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Baojun spit out a beautiful smoke ring: "What's wrong? Are you planning to sleep with me?"

Qiu Jiali and Xi Caiwei's cheeks flushed and they shouted together: "Who wants to sleep with you! We mean to watch movies with you!"

"Watch a movie?" Song Baojun was so embarrassed that he wanted to get into the hole.

Only then did Qiu Jiali realize the ambiguousness of her previous words. Her face turned red like a fire. She was angry and funny for a moment, and she said, "Caiwei promised to accompany you to watch a movie last night, but it turned out that way, and the movie was not done. We just want to make up for it tonight, so don't think so."

Song Baojun was disappointed and waved his hand and said, "I never watch any broken movies. I didn't take that incident to my heart last night, so you don't have any burden. Just like that, bye!"

...

I was very happy with a huge sum of 2,000 yuan. I went out of school to buy an ice cream cone and took the subway home while licking it.

There were four black cars parked at the entrance of the alley. He had a shallow understanding and did not know what brand it was. But seeing that the car looked elegant and elegant, I thought that only rich people could afford it.

When I entered the door, the kitchen pot and spoon rang, the smoke was simmering, and my mother was cooking.

Song Baojun's mother Wu Guifang is 44 years old this year. Due to the torture of life and heavy work, her temples are dyed with bright hair and full of wrinkles. She looks similar to an old mother in her fifties. At this time, she was busy in front of the gas stove with an apron.

Song Baojun hurriedly called out: "Mom, I'm back."

Wu Guifang looked back and smiled on her face: "Why is Xiaojun back? Oh, are you hungry today on the weekend?"

Next to it is the braised pork ribs and celery stir-fried beef, and chopped tomatoes, winter melon, garlic and chopped green onions are also placed on the cutting board. The fried bitter melon and eggs are being stir-fried in the pot.

Song Baojun took a piece of beef and put it into his mouth, saying, "It tastes good, it can be tenderer, and the starch is less. By the way, why do you cook so many dishes today? It's not a big day."

"Pick up and eat without washing your hands! Go and wash your hands quickly." Wu Guifang said with a smile: "A guest is coming from home, and your father is talking to you in the study."

"Oh, where is the old sister?" Song Baojun asked his sister Song Jingtong.

My sister Song Jingtong is in the first year of high school this year and has a heavy schoolwork. He stays at school all day and hasn't talked to her for several years.

"A classmate came to call the girl early in the morning and said he was going to the bookstore to buy study materials. He hasn't come back yet." Wu Guifang wiped his hands on the apron and said, "By the way, your father asked to send the tea in. I was busy. The teapot was placed next to the faucet, and the tea leaves were on the second cushion on the left side of the living room cabinet."

Next to the faucet is a black electric kettle, which can be boiled water or made tea. It is both for one thing and for both purposes. It is quite vulgar to use tea.

When drinking tea, you must first pay attention to the environment. You must have a large yard with golden bamboos planted in it. The evening breeze blows, and the bamboo waves are gushing. Then wash a purple clay pot, put a pot of spring water from Qingfeng Spring, and simmer it with charcoal fire below, soak a few cups of Longjing before Qingming Festival. Only when you make tea with an electric kettle like his family can only be called Hu Hun.

Song Baojun filled the kettle and found a box of Shiba tea, a specialty of Xiangjing from the cabinet, and brought it to the entrance of the study room. He heard a fierce quarrel in the Xubian door.
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