Chapter 733

Fang Yuan admitted that he was really good.

A guy with a nuclear warhead jumping down a crater erupted by volcanic magma and then just lost his memory. If he doesn't deserve to be a cow, who has the face to say that he is a real cow?

It's just that Fang Yuan is no better than that. I didn't expect that Lou Xiang would misinterpret what he meant by "serving comfortably" for the sake of her old man's safety, and provide him with special services that he can't resist.

Originally, Fang Yuan had already agreed with two, oh, plus the donkey, that is, three running dogs. He would blow the last trace of anger (or dignity) of Lou Xiang on the way to Jianfeng mountain.

It's better for her obedient men to see how their great Lou Zong turned into a little servant girl and beat master Fang's legs.

Fang Yuan didn't think it was wrong to force Lou Xiang to beat his legs with Lou Minggong's safety -- if Mrs. Jiuyou promised to let him go and change his doomed bitter fate, she would not rush out of Jiuyou world in the past 50 years and let Mr. Fang live the little life of eating and waiting for death he most yearned for. Even if she had to go to Jiuyou world to beat her legs and hit her back every month, Fang Yuan would agree.

Since he is such a powerful person and is willing to be a servant for Mrs. Jiuyou for his own interests, why can Lou Xiang, who should be severely punished, give him a guest role as a servant girl to serve the master?

God dares to pat his chest and guarantee Fang Yuan: he hopes that Lou Xiang will be comfortable when he serves him. He really just holds his smelly feet in his arms and beats his legs. It's not to open his pants chain and make him roll his eyes comfortably with astringent movements like the hostess of Oriental films.

Alas, from this point of view, this woman, no matter how clever she is at ordinary times, will become extremely stupid at a certain moment.

Of course, Fang Yuanzai raised his feet and put them on the rear window. When she opened her pants chain with her trembling little hand, she still had the opportunity and the ability to make a face of "beauty can't be sexy" and warned her: don't do this, I won't eat!

He also wants to do so -- the premise must be based on the fact that all cats in the world don't fish. Only this big man can have tenacious perseverance to resist the charm from ginseng fruit.

No matter how smart a woman is, she sometimes becomes extremely stupid.

Similarly, no matter how decent a man is, even if Liu Xiahui is reincarnated, he can't resist the attraction from ginseng fruit.

There is a saying: since you can't resist, why not enjoy it with your eyes closed?

Fang Yuan feels that he is the loyal executor of this sentence.

It must be because of the broken flower under my left shoulder that I don't have a little resistance in front of beauty. I don't want to. I really don't want to--

Fang Yuan murmured in his heart, took off his sunglasses, looked at the back of Greene's shining head, and said in a gloomy tone: "if you dare to turn around and break things, you, you don't want to get any more benefits."

The donkey was much better than the dead foreigners. When he saw what he shouldn't have seen, he immediately drilled between the two seats in front and sat on Qin Dachuan's legs.

Greene doesn't care what he wants. Now he wants to be blind, deaf, and preferably a fool.

Only a fool will not be blamed when he sees the boss being abused by women like a lamb unable to resist.

"There's no music in your ghost car?"

In terms of human sophistication, Qin Dachuan, who has been wandering the Jianghu alone for so long, has a lot more brain than Greene. It is most correct to know what to do at this time: "it's best to be the kind of hot. I like rock and roll. Oh, and is there no curtain in your car that can separate the front and rear? In that way, it will give me the pleasure of sitting in front of the window at home and looking at the stars. "

"Ah, yes, yes!"

Greene just woke up from a dream and quickly reached out and clicked a few times.

Coincidentally, the rock and roll of "she is a chicken" immediately sounded in the carriage. In the touch card, the dark blue curtain slowly appeared from behind the seat, separating the carriage into two small spaces.

"I'm a chicken, I'm a chicken, I'm a happy chicken. When I'm full every day, I lay eggs, cluck, cluck --"

Amid the strong rock music, Greene breathed a long sigh of relief, raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. He whispered to Qin Dachuan very seriously, "man, I owe you a favor this time."

"Don't promise me by example, as long as you can repay part of my gambling debt. Isn't that a high requirement?"

Qin Dachuan answered immediately.

"Can you not mention the money? It hurts to mention money. "

"I'm even more sad not to mention money to the people who owe me."

"Shit, you're cruel. When it's over, I'll call my wife and ask her to transfer tens of thousands of dollars first."

"Cut, you owe money, but your wife pays it back. Are you still a man?"

"I'm not a man. Can I have a pair of lovely children?"

Greene glared: "besides, can you shut your mouth and ask me for debt at least 80 times a day?"

"I remember, you took a jade pendant from that woman, didn't you?"

Qin Dachuan began to think about the Jade Pendant: "I don't want the broken watch given by the boss. You don't dare to use it to pay off your debt. Just give me the jade pendant to offset half of the gambling debt."

Grinde sneered: "hum, I dare give it to you, but dare you want it?"

As long as Fang Yuan dares to give Lou Xiang, she dares not not -- the taste of her mouth makes her want to spit out her heart, liver and lungs.

But the devil grabbed her hair so hard that she couldn't spit it out. She had to swallow all the dirty things.

Then, the two did not know whether it was a ghost or a man, so they stopped all their actions.

When Fangyuan finally released his hand, Lou Xiang raised his head hard, and the tears of humiliation fell down.

Ginseng fruit is called ginseng fruit because it can make men taste unimaginable delicious -- but she never disdains to 'taste' the taste of men's stuff.

She didn't even bite her husband in that way, so she didn't dare to give her a raw banana.

For the sake of her dedication, a large number of adults forgave her: Alas, no matter how smart a woman is, there are things she can't do, can't she?

Lou Yuxiang didn't bite him off. He already gave face. What else do you want?

"Now, are you satisfied?"

Lou Xiang bit his lower lip and asked in a dumb voice.

Although the sound of rock is loud, they can still hear when they talk at such a close distance.

"To be honest, I'm not very satisfied. It's worse than I thought, but I can forgive you."

Fang Yuan sucked his nose, sat up lazily, cleaned up a little, and said seriously, "but I just want you to beat my legs. I didn't expect -- oh, by the way, when you're with a man, do you call doing this kind of thing beating your legs? I know that when a lot of young couples have sex, they will say some secret signs that others don't understand, such as eating fruit and washing clothes. Your code is very special. It's leg pounding. "

Fang Yuan is right. Now, with the improvement of people's cultural quality, when the couple want to do things, they won't do what red fruit says like those uneducated old men in the past.

Instead, they use words such as washing clothes, cooking, watching flowers and so on to express their intention of sleepiness.

"You, what did you say?"

Lou Yuxiang had a bright red face. He was pale without a trace of blood.

Fang Yuan repeated softly, "I just wanted the proud president Lou to beat my legs like a little servant girl serving the master. Who would have thought that you would mistakenly think I let you do such a disgusting thing. It seems that your mind is not pure at all... "

"I, I killed you!"

Lou Xiang really couldn't stand that Fang Yuan took advantage of him and was shameless. He became angry from his heart and couldn't care about the old man's safety any more. He screamed, raised his hand, took off his sunglasses, and then threw himself on him. The sharp fingernails on his slender fingers dug into his face.

For the sake of her serious work just now, I feel a little ashamed of her. Although I'm not worried that my handsome little white-collar will be scratched (in other words, Fang's face is really invulnerable).

But a man's face, just like whether the thing below is big or small, is related to a man's dignity.

How can you be picked by a woman's fingernails?

Without thinking about it, Fang Yuan raised his hand and slapped the little face hard.

If this woman is not smoked by a man when she is crazy, no matter what kind of smoking - she will never wake up.

Besides, Fang Yuan also hated Lou Xiang in his heart. After looking at her ferocious face and trying to dig her face, he just pretended to be silly and sold out. After enjoying it, he also threw it to Russia, so he wouldn't show mercy to her.

Slap her, make her nose bleed, what's this?

She also wants to force Lin Er to stand in the street!

When is the time when the whole person has become a salted fish on the vegetable board and can be slaughtered by others? For the sake of her poor woman's self-esteem, she dances with Mr. Fang. Isn't this for herself?

Without a slap to take out her little white teeth, Mr. Fang has been merciful.

Buzzing, buzzing, like ten thousand little bees flying in the building Xiang, they turned their heads slightly like they were drunk. After the eyes and pupils finally focused, Fang Yuan reached out to pick up her collar, pulled her to his eyes with a little force, stared at her eyes and sneered, "do you believe I'll taste your ginseng fruit now?"

"You, you beast, you devil!"

Building Xiang's mouth was filled with blood foam, and he quailed, "come on, come if you can! I swear, I will let the Lord of Hell -- "

Fang Yuan interrupted Lou Yuxiang: "do you really think you're dead?"

"You... What did you say?"

Building Xiang was shocked and stunned.

Fang Yuan was too lazy to talk to the stupid woman again. He raised his hand and pulled down the curtain separating the carriage, rushed to the foreigner and shouted, "all right, turn off the music."

"Grass, how old are you? Dare you talk to me like this!"

Greene scolded without looking back.

He kept in mind that he was now a ghost car to pick up the dead, and had to behave as brother yuan ordered.

"The game is over."

Fang Yuan raised his hand impolitely, slapped Greene on the forehead and took away the chopsticks stuck to his back neck.

Some people, even cheap, are not as good as a donkey. They don't wake up until the boss slaps them in the back of the head.

Greene was like this. He was stunned for a while before he realized it. He quickly reached out and turned off the music.

Then he said something that made him realize that he was really stupid: "brother yuan, I didn't see anything just now."