I’m Really a Superstar

In the bedroom.

It’s four.

The landlord aunt did not have any obvious rejection. Even if he was heavier, he did not swear at him. Zhang Hao is certainly not polite. He is tentatively awkward to the landlord with the principle and principle of “having cheap and not occupying the bastard”. Moving hands and feet, Zhang Yi, this love has never talked about what the woman has not touched. Shantou Qing experienced this big scene, he can only cross the river by feeling the stones. This embarrassing atmosphere made Zhang Xin’s heart sway, and felt that the whole person had to be melted by the little meat of the landlord’s aunt and the mature and good smell.

At this memorable moment, Zhang Wei only wants to send a song with deep affection.

You are my little apple, little apple.

Light up the fire of my life

Forget it, it’s a bit damaging, or not singing.

Anyway, Zhang Wei is now full of enthusiasm and feels that life is too happy.

But when Zhang Hao wants to change his position, and the palm is ready to march toward the enticing fat hip of the landlord, Rao Chenchen suddenly woke up.

The little guy is confused: "Oh, I am hungry."

The landlord aunt said with a word, "Know it."

"Oh, I am hungry." The little guy kept his eyes closed and said: "I am hungry, I am hungry."

Suddenly, Rao Aimin suddenly woke up, and it seemed that the body suddenly became a stretch. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yan touched the stinky hand on her.

Zhang Wei hasn't reacted yet, and the wrist is pinched by Rao Aimin.

With a flower in his eyes and a dizzy head, Zhang Wei didn’t know what happened. He only felt a bit of a spin. Even the ceiling and the chandeliers and the murals on the wall flew in front of his eyes, and then he fell on his ass. Under the bed, I found severe pain at this time.

"Hey," Zhang Hao screamed.

Rao Aimin on the bed looked at him. "It’s your kid, how are you in bed?"

Zhang Wei called one side and said: "Of course I am, ah, I didn't tell Chenchen yesterday, I am sleepy, hey, I fell asleep."

Rao Aimin blinked and said: "Then you touch me."

Zhang Wei stupidly said: "You don't know if I am co-author?"

He only understood at this time, I rely on, the original landlord aunt is not acquiescing that she is cheaper for her, because she sleeps with Xiaochenchen these days, so this is to regard myself as a Chenchen? Thought her face is her niece? Then I said "Don't make trouble"? Just after Chen Chen was hungry, it was the sound coming from the direction of the bed. Rao Aimin was so sleepy that it was discovered? Then I fell off Zhang Hao.

Misunderstood

Your sister is a big mistake.

Zhang Hao’s crying heart is gone. He can’t get up when he is lying on the ground. It’s so painful. He barely knows what happened. He was thrown by the landlord’s aunt to the bed with one hand. How much strength do you have in the goddess? One-handed over the shoulder? This is too fierce, but Zhang Wei is also in the first place. He has to sue the wicked first, lying on the ground, screaming, "I can't do it, I am going to die, my waist is broken, I can't."

Rao Aimin yelled at him. "Whoever let your kid move his hands and feet, don't call it, but I lost it."

Zhang Hao, I can't help but scream louder. "My elbows are oh, my wave is screaming, my waist is squatting." The word is familiar, and he said it to his mouth.

Rao Aimin re-wrapped the towel and was in the body, and went to bed under the beautiful feet. He rubbed his lower elbow and touched his elbow. "Is it hurting here?"

Zhang Weidao: "It doesn't hurt here."

"Here?" Rao Aimin checked his Paulinge.

"Ah, it doesn't hurt here." Zhang said.

"Here?" Rao Aimin pressed his waist.

"No pain." Zhang Yidao.

Rao Aimin kicked his buttocks without a good face. "Bad boy, it doesn't hurt what you call, hurry up, no big deal."

Zhang Hao is crying, "I can't get up, I can't move."

Rao Aimin licked his mouth and stretched his arms down. It seemed as if he picked up a bag of rice. He simply threw Zhang Hao from the floor and went to bed. I don’t know if she really understood Chinese medicine. Rao Aimin gave Zhang Wei the pulse. Judging: "Nothing, that is, the muscles are hurting. In the past, I will give you some medicine." Turned to Chenchen Road: "Take the medicine box of the big cockroach, at the bottom of the cabinet."

Chen Chen is not salty and not faint, oh, I took it in the past.

Zhang Wei was also shocked to be thrown up by Rao Aimin. "Auntie, have you practiced Kung Fu?"

"You manage so much."

"So how are you so powerful?"

"I don't care about my business."

"...oh." Zhang Wei did not ask.

The medicine box came, Rao Aimin took out a bottle of safflower oil, or the kind of old bottle, yes, it was like a sesame oil bottle.

“So a cottage?” Zhang Wei complained: “Can this work?”

"Do you have more nonsense? Look at your movements." Rao Aimin stabbed him, and the safflower oil sprinkled on him and began to give him a massage. "Where is the pain to tell me?"

When Chen Chen saw it, he went downstairs. It is estimated that he was very hungry to find food.

Rao Aimin stunned him a few times. It may be that the posture was not very strong, and it was not very comfortable. So he went to bed with bare feet and kneel on the side of Zhang Wei to take him back, so it was harder.

"It hurts here."

"Got it."

"It hurts here too."

"... um, bear it."

Rao Aimin has definitely practiced, and his technique is very good, and he is more professional than professional ones.

Zhang Wei’s pain slowly eased. Instead, he gradually became more and more pleasant. He was comfortable and comfortable. Zhang Hao enjoyed his eyes.

"I still hurt?"

"pain."

"How do I see that you are not hurting?"

"No, it hurts a lot."

Rao Aimin did not say anything, continued to press him on the back and thighs, and finally grabbed his **** and pushed it with a curve.

Suddenly, Zhang Yi turned his head and saw a scene of fragrant beauty. Because the landlord’s aunt was lying on the bed, only a towel was around him, and the opening in the thigh towel was completely unprotected. Zhang’s position was low, and there was a clear view of the skirt. The landlord aunt found that Zhang Hao did not dare to look at it and regained his gaze. After a while, he sneaked over and looked at it.

ten minutes later.

Rao Aimin shot his ass, "Okay, press it."

Zhang Wei sat up and tried it. "Is it still a bit sour?"

"Crap, I am hurting to hurt it. It's just a simple strain. You can steal it. If the old lady moves the real thing, your little arm and calf, the fracture is light." Rao Aimin bombed him out of bed, " Get out of the way and sleep well later, don't touch the old ones."

"I haven't had breakfast yet." Zhang Wei looked at her.

"I didn't go home and get it myself," Rao Ai Min.

Yes, Zhang Hao had to limping downstairs and returned to his home.

Yes, this chapter is over here, what? Why do you ask the title "The landlord's aunt's fall?" Ok, that’s a typo, but the title is “The landlord’s aunt’s miss”

Oh, it’s almost the same.