MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 65 Juvenile Delinquent in Shura Field

For a person you like, if he is sleeping peacefully and soundly, with a quilt all over his body, the sky is just right, and no one is obstructing his eyes, you must be able to hold back your hands and fiddle with it. Or pouting and kissing, that's not true love.

Cong Liang's small hand lightly placed on Jiang Yin's waist when she was still a teenager, and she swam for a short time with extreme restraint, staying fresh and pure at the position of her crotch. He gently pecked Jiang Yin's back neck.

Gee, fragrant!

not enough.

The stooping posture was a bit awkward, Cong Liang quietly knelt on one knee on the bed board, and in the subtle creaking sound of the bed board, the fascinated Cong Liang didn't notice that Jiang Yin was sleeping and twitched his calf, pressed his lips to Jiang Yin's back and lightly pecked, and let it hang out. The cool skin in the air contrasted sharply with Cong Liang's warm lips.

There is a knife on the head of the color word. Cong Liang and the big baby have been intimate to the extreme, but they all say that a wife is not as good as a concubine, but it is better to steal. .

He was stealing fragrance and jade when suddenly the ponytail on top of his head was grabbed, "Eldest sister, what are you doing?"

Jiang Yin, with a special hoarseness that was still awake early in the morning, jumped back in fright. The back of her head, which had been lit by the sun for a long time, hit the upper bunk with a bang, and her brain was almost detached from her head, and she squatted on the ground. Straight hiss.

"Whoops...hiss!" Congliang was stunned, rubbing the back of his head with his palms, "It hurts..."

Jiang Yin sat up, pulled the quilt to cover him from the waist down, crossed his legs against the wall behind him, and rubbed his eyes in a daze.

The cold touch of his back against the wall forced him to wake up quickly, and recalling the damp and soft touch on his back just now, he put his eyes on the head of his bed, who was squatting at the moment, rubbing his head and screaming pain. on a woman,

At this moment, the only beam of sunlight in the room crawling along the window and by the head of the bed just hit her. She looked fresh and warm. She shook her head for a second, and then remembered what this woman had just done, Jiang Yin was speechless. Put your hand on your forehead.

"Fuck..." See you soon.

He has two or three years of experience as a hooligan, but he never imagined that he would be caught off guard by "capsulating the boat in the gutter" today in his own bed, and even unknowingly let a woman play a hooligan, it can be said that it feels so **** amazing .

After rubbing his forehead a few times, Jiang Yin suddenly sneered, moved his **** forward, stretched out his pedals from the bed, and sat on the ground with his eyes full of stars and moon.

"Hey," Jiang Yin tapped Congliang's shoulder with his toes, "did you bring food?" So fragrant.

When Cong Liang's head hit it, it didn't hurt for a long time, but she was a little dizzy, but the two kissed and caught a straight face. She was afraid that Jiang Yin would be angry with her, so she played the child's routine of "calling pain before hitting". Hearing that Jiang Yin was no longer angry, he stopped rubbing his head and raised his hand to gently grab Jiang Yin's ankle.

Cong Liang smiled and nodded, "You smell la... You get up and wash, it's pot stickers, pork and celery."

Jiang Yin was shaken by Cong Liang's grasp, and quickly retracted his feet. Cong Liang took it as soon as he saw it. He was very considerate to "avoid suspicion". He turned around and put the clothes and pants that Jiang Yin had changed into a small basin. Jiang Yin found the clothes, trousers and the inside of the little cow, and threw them on the bed.

"Is there washing powder?" Cong Liang asked Jiang Yin.

Jiang Yinzheng stared at the little cow's panties, and followed his finger to the bottom of the bed. He bent down and took out a box of soap, poured a box of washing powder, and asked, "Where do I wash my clothes? These two have been washed for you, your hands are inconvenient."

Jiang Yin originally wanted to say no, the water room should be full of hooligans who did not have two cloths hanging on their bodies at this time, and a woman went in and followed up with the men's bathhouse. The cow's two exposed eyeballs and itchy back molars, "Go out and turn right to the end."

Cong Liang nodded, went out holding the washbasin, and followed Jiang Yin's instructions to find the water room. Jiang Yin lifted the quilt and grabbed his pants to cover it, but after struggling for a few seconds, he grabbed the cow and smashed it in his hand. Twice, he quickly took off his body and changed it. If he didn't change him, he would have nothing else. His nest was occupied. Who knows if his clothes have been touched? He doesn't want the close-fitting clothes. Will wear again later.

Just in time, Congliang found the water room, but he only looked up and shouted, "Fuck!" He screamed, holding the basin like a dog and ran back, washing powder floating all the way.

This voice came out, scaring a group of elders who were washing in the room. They were caught off guard by the tooth loss tank, the water spray, and the unfortunate leg shivering, stepping on the ground. I don't know which grandson vomited toothpaste. Mo, kicked out and slipped out a big split... tugging at the egg.

Cong Liang stepped on Hot Wheels, his speed was as fast as the goose bumps on his body, he slammed back into the house and slammed the door, and then changed to Jiang Yin's powerful "Fuck!!"

The cow's two big eyes were hollowed out, just right on the two buttocks. Jiang Yincai slowly put on his pants and one leg. When Cong Liangyi entered the house, his forehead was full of blue veins. Quickly put it on, the zipper was pulled too fast, accidentally pinched the lower skin, and squatted on the ground when it hurt.

Cong Liang was in shock, holding the basin against the door, wishing she could rinse her eyes with water all the time, just when she saw the collective "naked men", she felt that the hair on her entire head was standing up in the sky, staring angrily at Jiang Yin , this little **** must have done it on purpose!

Jiang Yin was originally white, but when he crouched down on the ground, his face became even whiter, but it took a long time for him to relax. He stood up and pulled the chain up, and stared at Cong Liang angrily.

Like the two bulging puffer fish, the two stared at each other, staring at each other for a while. Jiang Yin grinned and pinched the back of Congliang's neck, pulled her out of the door, pinched her in front of his eyes, and said viciously, "Does it look good? Are you satisfied, big sister?" She came to take advantage of him early in the morning, and she didn't know what to do with her underwear. Now she's pretending to be pure with him!

Sure enough, it was intentional! a little cub.

Congliang threw the basin and threw his clothes on the ground. He exhaled the frightened breath that choked in his throat just now, grabbed Jiang Yin's back waist, and swiftly untied the top of Jiang Yin's pants with one hand. The button is about to reach in, "Is that enough? Come on, you didn't hold it just now, and my sister will rub it for you."

Jiang Yin's ears turned red all of a sudden, and his neck and face became powdered one after another. He pushed Congliang away and ran around the house, covering his trousers. Do you want to satisfy me?"

"Fuck you! Shameless!"

The room was small, Jiang Yin was rushed from Liangzhao to the top bunk, squatted on the top bunk and scolded, the two of them stared at each other for a while, panting, Congliang closed the door tightly, Jiang Yin did not run outside, Congliang closed the door forbearance She couldn't help twitching her lips, she wasn't sure yesterday, but today, she is very sure that Jiang Yin doesn't hate her at all.

"Come down to wash and eat." Congliang said mercifully, "Stop making trouble."

Congliang picked up all the messy clothes on the ground, poured a clean bag into it, and stuffed it with the underwear that Jiang Yin had just changed. Jiang Yin jumped off the top bunk, just saw this scene, and carried the toothbrush out of the room. The road to the door is smooth.

Put away all Jiang Yin's dirty clothes, put them in a bag, fold the quilt, and Jiang Yin just washed and entered the house.

Cong Liang folded the newly bought clothes into the simple wardrobe, put the empty bag on the bed, pointed to the plastic bag by the bed, "Eat it quickly, it will be cold in a while."

Jiang Yin will go to the Xingyue Hotel in a while and follow Liu Dashao's instructions, put down the toothbrush and towel, and open the bag to eat pot stickers.

The temperature is just right, neither cold nor hot, and there is also a box of soy milk with a sealed mouth, which is the crispy skin of the pot stickers. It will be a little soft, but the meat filling is very fragrant. Jiang Yin devoured it. Cong Liang took advantage of this moment to go downstairs. In a box restaurant, I borrowed the bathroom to wash my hands, bought a box lunch, and went back to the small hotel.

A box of pot stickers was half full, Jiang Yin licked his mouth and tongue and put down the convenient chopsticks, Congliang brought in another box of lunch and handed it to Jiang Yin.

There was a strange harmony in the atmosphere between the two. They didn't speak, but they weren't awkward.

Jiang Yin opened the box and saw that it was their famous braised pork rice bowl downstairs. He raised his head and glanced at Congliang. When he said whether you want to eat it or not, he turned his mouth twice, and swallowed with the red meat.

After eating, Jiang Yin carried the lunch box and the plastic bag to the door and threw it away. As soon as he returned to the house, he was hugged from behind by Cong Liang, with a firm embrace. Take a long deep breath.

"What are you smoking again..." Jiang Yin struggled unsteadily, but did not break away, his eyes looked out from the small window, and the roots of his ears turned red quietly.

"Jiang Yin," Cong Liang buried his head on Jiang Yin's back, his voice muffled, "Don't make jokes like that in the future," Cong Liang said in a very serious tone.

After hearing this, Jiang Yin, who cannibalistically short-talking, thinks that Congliang is a woman after all, and the scene in the morning was indeed a bit off. Just as he was about to say an embarrassed "um", he heard another sentence from Congliang, "I just want to see you, I..."

"Fuck off!" Jiang Yin grabbed Congliang's hand and threw it away.

Turning around on the ground, he pointed at the door as if his hands and feet were out of place, "Fuck you, I'll go out in a while."

Congliang didn't ask him where he was going, he put the phone he bought early in the morning on the card and handed Jiang Yin a blue one, "You take this." Congliang put the other phone in his pocket, carrying two dirty bags. Clothes, "It's not convenient to wash here, I'll take it home to wash."

Jiang Yin looked at the bag in Cong Liang's hand. It not only contained the bag he changed this morning, but also contained the bag he was about to wash because he was afraid that others might touch it. This was the second time he had grown so big. Besides the little bell, it was the second time someone wanted to help him. He washes clothes, and he has never used the little bell. Even if he grew up together, he always felt that his things made people feel uncomfortable.

On the contrary, this woman, Jiang Yin seems to have no obstacle in this regard. Jiang Yin had a sullen face, and reached out to grab the bag in Congliang's hand. If there was no obstacle, he was even more awkward, and this feeling was even more strange.

Congliang ducked back and tried to kiss Jiang Yin with a smile on his face. Jiang Yin had to back away, but Congliang chased Jiang Yin and took two steps forward, "Won't you give me a reward for washing so much?"

"I beg you to wash it?" Jiang Yin frowned and grabbed the bag again, "Bring it here."

"Kiss me," Congliang's face was bright with spring flowers, "anywhere will do, or if I kiss you, your face will do."

Jiang Yin's current height was just right when Cong Liang raised his head. He looked at Cong Liang who was getting closer and closer to him, and pursed his lips lightly.

Just when Cong Liang was about to meet his face, and he was still wondering how it went so well this time, Jiang Yin raised his hand and pressed Cong Liang's forehead and pushed it back, "Smile, please."

Cong Liang was pushed all the way out of the door, and finally kissed Jiang Yin's finger on the door quickly, carrying the bag and went downstairs contentedly.

The author has something to say: Congliang: Kiss me.

Jiang Yin: Wood.

Cong Liang: ... This is definitely a fake baby!

System: You **** said that you have no masochistic tendencies? !

This world will be a little easier to navigate, after all, young people are not so determined,

And the young man's feelings are always as hot as fire _(:з"∠)_