City Lady-Killer

I don't know if I have a lot of heart. I found that a pair of hot eyes are always staring at her with some fascinating eyes. The boy is carrying a backpack, his body is tall and straight, his lips are red and white, and his face is like a crown jade. Used to the man's burning eyes, I took the cousin Meng Xiaomin and Luo Bingbing to say goodbye.

"Xunzi, here, you go faster..." After Luo Bingbing, in the crowded Guanyin Temple, Meng Xiaomin turned back to the back of the body, and was about to be shouted by the crowd.

Because today is the day of the market, the gathering of all kinds of traffickers and the people who buy goods, she must not be separated from the blind.

However, I don’t know what happened today. Yan Roujia is interested in the vendors around Guanyin Temple. If I didn’t take a few steps, I stopped to look at the West and touched it. Instead, Meng Xiaomin, who usually likes to go shopping, is nervous and cares. Her figure.

"I'm coming."

Yan Roujia heard Meng Xiaomin's subtle voice, his mouth still, but his eyes still looked at a small wooden box in his hand.

Do you want to buy it? This is used to hold rouge, small and cute, and carved. However, she usually does not have the habit of rouge, it is a waste to buy...

Just when she was half-hearted, the hawker who greeted the other guests did not know when she stood in front of the ground and warmly sold her.

"This lady, your eyes are very good. This rouge box is made of good rosewood. The exquisite carving is the master who spent seven days carving it!"

The hawker saw that the clothes he wore on the body were high-grade, and the temperament exuded by the body was different from that of the ordinary woman. The appearance was a rare Peugeot, so he was introduced diligently.

"How much is this?" Yan Roujia looked at the hawker. Or ask the price first, I am afraid that the price is not cheap.

"Not expensive, not expensive, as long as fifty yuan." The hawker squatted.

"Fifty yuan? Too expensive..." said that telecom mobile charges are expensive, and manual products are not cheap.

At this time, Meng Xiaomin saw that the donkey had not moved, so he pushed over the crowd and walked back.

"Dice, what are you looking at? You... want to buy a rouge box?"

When Meng Xiaomin’s words were not finished, he was interrupted by Yu Jiajia. “Thank you, I will consider it again.”

She put down the woodcarving box she was playing with, smiled at the hawker, and pulled Meng Xiaomin's hand sideways. She didn't give her a chance to squat, dragging her forward, crowding around the crowd and leaving the stall to buy a small box.

Although I like it, but I can't use it, the price is too expensive, just don't buy it.

"Xunzi, you have been watching for so long, why didn't you buy it?" Meng Xiaomin asked strangely. She thinks that her nephew likes that little thing, or how can she stand there for so long?

"That little thing is going to be fifty yuan, too expensive. Anyway, I don't need it anymore, even!" she explained to Meng Xiaomin.

"Xunzi..." After listening to the words of Ruanjia, Meng Xiaomin felt a good life.

Obviously married to the Meng family, it can be regarded as the rich family of Yancheng, but even a small rouge box can not buy it... It shows that the dice have not changed the simple virtues after two years of marriage, which is much stronger than her daughter. It’s more than a brother who is arrogant and arrogant from her childhood.

Yan Roujia looked back at Meng Xiaomin and smiled softly. "Xiao Min, although I married your Meng family, I also worked as a mobile company manager, but I spent all my money on it. I wouldn’t spend it if I don’t spend it. of."

She knows that Meng Xiaomin is sad for her, but that is superfluous, because she never feels that her simple virtues are not good.

"I have done a lot of ladies and do not forget the true colors, scorpions, this is much stronger than the other so-called giants who love the vulgar shopping card!"

Meng Xiaomin really admired her nephew.

As they chatted, they moved hard in the crowd and prepared to walk to the entrance of Guanyin Temple.

When she walked around, she regretted it. She didn't expect more people to go to the door. Now she can't even go back and can only move forward with the crowd.

"Oh!" Suddenly, I didn't know where to increase the power of pushing, so that I couldn't take a step, and grabbed Meng Xiaomin's hand and slipped.

"嫂子!嫂子..."

In the ear, Meng Xiaomin’s screaming voice was heard. After Jianroujia stood firm, he tried to turn his head and looked at Meng Xiaomin’s face, which was gradually being pulled away.

"Xiao Min! Xiaomin..."

They were taken in different directions by the crowd. Meng Xiaomin saw it and anxiously picked up his toes. He yelled at the scorpion, "We will meet at the gate! Be careful..."

When I heard Meng Xiaomin’s words, Xiaorou Jia quickly responded with a loud voice “I know!”

闵柔佳 helplessly moved along the crowd, she looked around, but fortunately now she is surrounded by aunts and young girls, it does not have to be too timid.

Walking and walking, when she was about to squeeze out the door, she was suddenly pushed back by a force and slammed into another crowd of people--闵柔佳 has not returned to God, but was squeezed by the power behind him. Front wide chest.

In order to balance, she quickly handed her hand to the strong chest in front of her body.

"Ah..." She was pushed by the strength behind her, and there was no gap between her head and her feet.

At the same time, Lin Tianlong, who was always screaming in his heart, turned his mind and turned better. He looked down at the soft body that came into his arms.

I was staring at the beautiful woman Luo Bingbing, but unfortunately I lost it later. The crowds around him made him upset. When I was planning to use electric power to get rid of the crowds, the chest suddenly slammed into a soft and The scented body is closely attached to him.

The beautiful and delicate exclamation of the beautiful young woman made the irritability in his heart suddenly swept away.

Lin Tianlong looked down at the person whose height was only on his chest. He could not see her eyes from his angle. He could only see her long eyelashes and pretty nose, and her face.

He bluntly extended his hand around her waist, and a big palm was placed dangerously under her waist.

Just wanting to turn around and get rid of the man's cuddle, the crowd is surging and pushing her again. This time, the back is firmly tied to the man's wide chest*, one hand is almost ringing on the soft waist, and the sturdy squat is forced. Huai.

"Ah..." Sudden attack, Yuroujia issued a short exclamation, but the voice of Yujiao was completely submerged in the surrounding noisy.

It’s too late to respond, and the people who have been involuntarily rushed into the arms of Lin Tianlong’s arms are constantly crowding over. The hands around the waist of the soft-hearted waist are intentionally controlled. The crowd is layered over and the people behind it are completely secret. The joints pressed against the beautiful back of the 闵柔佳 curves, and the 闵柔佳 was squeezed in the back of the person's arms, and could not move.

"The satyr!" After a few seconds of blanking, Yu Rojia finally reacted. But this a few seconds of death has already allowed strangers to completely control the delicate and delicate body from behind. The crowd around and on the side of the body is also like the conspiracy of the satyr, tightly squeezing the soft and soft, so that the body of the soft body is completely inactive.