The Stepmother was Overturned

Shi Jiaojiao froze for a moment, staring wide-eyed, and nodding like garlic. If Zhuo Wenshu really lets her follow her, it will really only be a matter of time before she can eliminate her grievances!

"Wen Shu..." Shi Jiaojiao performed well and wept with joy.

Zhuo Wenshu stared at her faintly for a while, then picked up the wine bottle he had just placed on the table, drank the remaining half of the bottle in one gulp, the corners of his mouth overflowed, and he lifted the back of his hand and wiped it casually. , His eyes arrogantly rolled back and forth on Shi Jiaojiao's body twice, and finally he said, "Pick up things and follow me upstairs."

Shi Jiaojiao let out a dogged "Oh", Zhuo Wenshu walked upstairs, she squatted on the ground and dragged the thing that was shot in the air, while picking it up in her heart, she thought it was a hard idea that was loyal and not contemptuous of money like dirt. , Didn’t you just fool around for a long time?

Shi Jiaojiao took almost everything, and thought about it and reached out to buy it.

"Brother, hold this for you to play with," Shi Jiaojiao pulled out a Jade Guanyin and handed it to the fat man who was helping her pick up things.

"Men wear Guanyin and women wear Buddha, this lining you." She also noticed that besides Zhuo Wenshu, this fat man is the boss.

Shi Jiaojiao looked docile and well-behaved, and said, "Thank you brother for taking care of Wen Shu, Wen Shu has a temper..."

"What the **** is your ink?" Zhuo Wenshu's voice came from the stairs, Shi Jiaojiao was yelled by him, and his whole body shook. The men who looked like that couldn't bear it.

She reached the goal, hugged her bag quickly, and ran towards the small steps on the stairs in a wimpy-like way of resignation.

There is a room on the second floor. It was originally just a small and stuffy room. Now it is separated by a board. It is very simple. There is only a box-spring bed and the wall coverings have fallen off. Under this condition, it is possible. Not as good as prison.

But Zhuo Wenshu really didn’t have a penny when he got out of prison. He couldn’t even wear the clothes he had when he entered. For five years, the murderer was visited by people. Only he had never been without him. The clothes he wears now are the prison guards. The warehouse found him the previously eliminated work clothes.

If he hadn’t helped the fat man once inside, the situation he was facing now could only be living on the street, and the culprit of all this was standing in front of him now, using that set of horrible acting skills to approach him with an unknown purpose. He, Baba, came up and said that he was waiting for him, and he wanted to follow him.

This is the funniest joke Zhuo Wenshu has heard over the years.

He has nothing now. He is very curious about what filthy purpose this cannibal flower has after eroding his body, and then vomiting him out and saying that he is reluctant to eat him.

Shi Jiaojiao stood at the door holding the bag and looked around, even if it was deliberate control, she also showed a look of disgust.

Zhuo Wenshu can see with only one eye, but he still sees every trace of Shi Jiaojiao's expression in his eyes. He sneered from the bottom of his heart, sat on the spring bed, leaned back on the quilt, and squinted to Shi Jiaojiao. "The door is closed."

Shi Jiaojiao obediently closed the door, her own set of characters, she would act like kneeling, she put her bag on a piece of equipment next to her, holding the corner of her skirt in her hand, and slowly moving towards Zhuo Wen with a distressed face. The book moved two steps, "Wen Shu, living here is too inconvenient. I will rent a house tomorrow. Will you settle down first?"

Zhuo Wenshu's sneer filled his mouth, sat up from the bed, and after staring at Shi Jiaojiao for a moment, he ordered, "Take off your clothes."

Shi Jiaojiao:...Huh?

After Zhuo Wenshu finished speaking, he was watching Shi Jiaojiao's reaction, not surprisingly he saw her resistance.

I want to see when you can install it.

"Take it off," Zhuo Wenshu said, tilting his head and looking at her with a cold smile, "Didn't you say you want to follow me? I have been in it for a few years, and I have never tasted what it is like to be a woman. You want to follow me. Let me try how you feel."

Shi Jiaojiao started from the root of her ears, and the heat swept across her face in an instant. Although she had written about countless aircraft carriers, she was just talking about it. In reality, she didn’t even have a boyfriend. She was inspired by Zhuo Wenshu’s straightforward words. All stupid.

"Why? Unwilling?" Zhuo Wenshu stood up and approached Shi Jiaojiao step by step. Shi Jiaojiao stepped back, swallowing drool and taking a deep breath, doing psychological construction for himself.

She didn't have the plot of San Zhen Jiu Lie, otherwise she wouldn't think of a way to save herself, she was just inexperienced.

At this moment, she was forced to the corner, desperately looking up at Zhuo Wenshu, and quickly lowered her head, her eyelashes flashing randomly.

I have to say that although Zhuo Wenshu is only a cannon fodder, he is really **** good-looking. It doesn’t matter if one of his eyes is blind. The proportions of his body are so good that he has legs down from the squeaky nest. It’s really long. …

Shi Jiaojiao’s dodge performance, seen in Zhuo Wenshu’s eyes, is that this piranha can no longer be disguised. He was about to sneer and called her to get out, but Shi Jiaojiao stretched out a finger and poked him in his chest. Down.

In fact, even if she died a few times, she still failed to treat this world as a real world. After all, she could still live if she died. She became numb and felt that everything was unreal. Moreover, she knew everything in front of her. , This world is an illusion created by her personally.

It's better to be a spring dream, the object of this spring dream is not bad... Shi Jiaojiao covered his entire palm, looked up at Zhuo Wenshu with crimson cheeks, then gently buried his head in his chest and whispered, " You tap...I haven't..."

"Get out!" Zhuo Wenshu's blue veins on the forehead bulged, pushed her away with a bit of cold, and stepped back several steps, with a distorted expression, pointing to the door, and sternly, "Get out!"

Shi Jiaojiao was carried by the collar, was thrown out of the room, and slammed on the stairs, rubbing his aching leg, grinning and pouting Zhuo Wenshu's eighth-generation ancestors, but he shut up after cursing her. , This person was created by her, and his ancestors for eight generations are all by himself.

Shi Jiaojiao limped down from upstairs, and walked out of the shop in the sympathetic sight and comfort of a tattooed brother.

Shi Jiaojiao did not drive home, but ran into the car to sleep.

The next morning I saw that the tattoo shop opened, and immediately went in with a bunch of bought breakfast. What she gave Zhuo Wenshu yesterday was only a secondary card, and she still had a bunch in the system, and there was no shortage of money for the time being.

Reach out and don't hit the smiley person, especially the warmth sent by the hungry front heart on the back in the early morning. Fatty and the other little brother immediately gawked at them, and quickly gobbled them up. Shi Jiaojiao glanced upstairs and asked aloud, "Is Wen Shu still up?"

The fat man ate a big bun in one bite, and said vaguely, "I got up early, and it's gone early in the morning..."

"Get up so early? Why didn't I see it." Except for washing in the small hotel next to her, she kept staring at the small shop, and came as soon as the door opened.

"It's hard to change a habit in prison..." The fat man saw Shi Jiaojiao's doubts and said, "There is a back door."

There is a back door in this small broken place. Shi Jiaojiao stayed in the store all morning, but Zhuo Wenshu didn't show up.

She doesn't think Zhuo Wenshu will avoid her, so what can she do? Shi Jiaojiao has been trying hard to recall the plot all morning. At noon, she came out of the store and was about to find food, but she was blocked by her cheap father.

In the most upscale restaurant that can be found nearby, Shi Jiaojiao gobbled it up, and Shi Yuecheng cursed beside him with a thick blush and a thick neck.

"Eat! You know how to eat!" For the first time, Shi Yuecheng was so popular that he was so popular that he lifted the table and didn't move it. He found that the table was one piece, and it was even more smoky.

Shi Jiaojiao was so full that she dumbed Shi Yuecheng, who had blown up Mao with a single sentence.

"Get out of the father-daughter relationship." Shi Jiaojiao wiped his mouth and said calmly.

If it weren't for the system forcing her to attack Zhuo Wenshu to save the dog's life, Shi Jiaojiao did have such a pretense of being the creator of these characters who were not even cannon fodder in her book.

"What are you talking about?!" Shi Yuecheng stretched out his hand to help his back neck, feeling that he might be angry here today.

"If you break away from the father-daughter relationship, you will not be ashamed. Don't you always think that I am ashamed?" Shi Jiaojiao's original setting was a chicken's daughter. He is a man with a face and a face, pretending to be pitiful and morally kidnapped and persecuted.

Shi Yuecheng has been dissatisfied, until the original body actually picked up the male lead Shan Qin, and she changed her. Now she has made the chance of marrying the single family pornographic. Of course, Shi Yuecheng will bite.

"If my background broke out, I would definitely be ashamed." Shi Jiaojiao continued, "Good dad, separation from father-daughter relationship is the best solution. It can also calm Shan's anger and treat you once with his wife. The obsession with prostitutes was covered up during pregnancy."

"You!" Shi Yuecheng pointed to Shi Jiaojiao's hand trembling, Shi Jiaojiao pulled his arm and pressed him to sit down, and poured him another glass of water.

He comforted, "What's so angry? You don't have any father-daughter affection for me. It's not bad for me. You are good. Is your eldest daughter going to have a family these days? You have already hooked up with Shan Qin. Want to marry a single family? Wouldn't it be better to let your beloved eldest daughter go?"

Shi Yuecheng's eldest daughter, Shi Feifei, is indeed the heroine, but she needs to experience a car accident, physical abuse, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, amnesia, broken leg and running with the ball in order to achieve a positive result.

That's right, Shi Jiaojiao remembered last night, this book is called "The Sweet Wife Fragrant Soft" and above is a summary of the one million dog-blood sadomasochism between men and women.

Shi Yuecheng actually calmed down, Shi Jiaojiao did not drag the waterway, "You must also know, the real purpose of coming to me today is to persuade me? Persuade me not to fight with your baby girl, right?"

Regardless of Shi Yuecheng's ugly face, she sneered, waved her hand, "Don't be afraid, you have seen it, I have no promise to fall in love with reform-through-labor prisoners. It's easy for me to quit and shut up. Good dad, I need money now, I promise. You will not be entangled again and again, you are powerful, and I am afraid that I will spend too much money. As for Shan Qin, I will do it for the wicked person. I will make sure that the medicine will be cured, so that he will tickle my teeth and love your eldest daughter. To drop the pants."

After hearing Shi Jiaojiao's words, Shi Yuecheng no longer panted or bulged, his waist was not sore, his legs were not painful, and there was no sign of stroke.

He looked at Shi Jiaojiao's calm face and squinted his eyes. He felt that he had really underestimated her all the time. After a while, he said, "How much do you want?"

"Refresh!" Shi Jiaojiao clapped his hands, "Don't break my card first. As for the hush fee, there is a dementia-affected Wen Guiyan in Yunshan Nursing Home, so she can live comfortably to death."

"Who is that?" Shi Yuecheng asked.

"Then it's none of your business, Mr. Shi." Shi Jiaojiao said, getting up and knocking on the table. "My money was given to Kaizi last night, please take this meal."

The flesh on Shi Yuecheng's face trembled. Shi Jiaojiao came out of the hotel and drove straight to her car. Just now she irritated Shi Yuecheng, and she also remembered a story.

Zhuo Wenshu, this unconscious idiot, went to death in a drag racing!