Scumbag of the 1970s 3

Xihe...

Zhou Yang...

He secretly glanced at Xihe, his face turned red, and whispered: "Ahua, can I kiss you?"

Xihe narrowed his eyes and threatened: "Do you want to die?"

What kind of pornographic waste is in the mind of a sixteen-year-old kid all day long?

Zhou Yang shrank his shoulders and immediately became afraid. The original owner was a violent woman, and they were beaten frequently during their time together.

The corners of Xihe's mouth curled up slightly, and his ears stood up to listen to the sound. There was the sound of kissing at first, and then the girl's delicate moan. Xihe clicked his tongue. In this era where holding hands can lead to gangsterism, Zhang Na It’s also too brave.

But there is nothing unimaginable. She came from the later generations, and there were not so many taboos there.

Li Aiguo, on the other hand, took advantage of this.

After about ten minutes, the other side finally stopped. Zhang Na asked doubtfully: "Why is there no sound coming over there yet?"

Li Aiguo was also very surprised: "Did they go from other places?"

The two chatted for a few more words and decided to go and have a look in person.

After the people left, Zhou Yang was still confused. Through the moonlight, he could see that this guy's eyes were moist and moist, his face was red and smoky, and he was shy and timid, wanting to look at her but not daring to look at her.

Xihe...

She couldn't help but stretched out her fingers and pressed his head: "Come on."

Just listening to it is so bearish.

Knowing that this guy probably didn't listen to what those two people said, Xihe didn't care either. She pushed him and said, "My house is in front of you. You should go back quickly."

Zhou Yang was reluctant to leave, and he grabbed Xihe's hand: "Then when will I see you again?"

Xihe was speechless. It sounded like they would be separated for a long time. She pushed him: "Tomorrow, tomorrow. Go back quickly and remember to put the money back to its original place, okay?"

What can Zhou Yang do? He can only nod.

Then he stood there, staring at Xihe like a stone watching his wife. He walked near the house, climbed up the wall, and entered the house in a flash.

Jumping into the yard, Xihe froze.

"Sister? What are you... doing?" The eldest brother of the Li family looked confused.

The second brother of the Li family was also dumbfounded. He looked at the wall and Xihe, and saw that she was carrying something behind her.

Suddenly he was shocked.

He immediately crawled over and hurriedly opened the door, finding no one outside. Then he closed the door and entered the house with a distressed look on his face: "Sister, why didn't you take me with you when you stole things? What if someone discovers you? I'll be a lookout for you anyway. .”

Looking at this young man with a simple and honest face, who said he wanted to look out for him, Xihe was speechless and choked up.

Is it so simple?

Thinking like this, Mother Li got up from the mat and patted Xihe on the back: "Oh, you damn girl, we don't have anything at home, why do we still need you to steal it?"

As a result, he was close, but he rubbed Xihe's hand distressedly.

"The skin is not broken, is it?"

Xihe shook his head, thinking what they would do if they found out what was in her bag.

In the end, no one asked. Even Li’s father just took a puff of his cigarette helplessly and said, “Tell your mother what you want in the future.”

Then he asked her to go into the house and go to sleep.

Xihe was pushed into the room blankly, and he still hadn't reacted. Wasn't this family too indulgent to the original owner?

She thought about it carefully in her mind. It seemed that the original owner had always been treated like this?

The food is the best, the clothes are the best, and even the expensive ones can be bought by the original owner to make a dress.

Put it on, not to mention how beautiful and fashionable it is.