Scumbags Follow the Good System - Chapter 84

This is a torture that can be ashamed of an old monster for two lifetimes. When Jiang Yin satisfied his curiosity, Cong Liang stretched out his hand to lift the person out of the quilt and half hugged him to the bathroom to wash his hands, the rare shy blush on Cong Liang’s face disappeared. went a bit.

Jiang Yin will be much better now than when he first came back, but his legs are still weak when walking. In front of the sink, Cong Liang hugged Jiang Yin’s waist as support.

The curvature of Jiang Yin’s back is very beautiful. Apart from the bruises and purples on his back that have not had time to dissipate, there is not even a single pimple.

The person in her arms hadn’t grown into the outline she remembered, but the skin was exposed to the air at night, and when she got close, the smell was the same as when Congliang I hugged him, a bit like cool air, but not the same. In the same way, it is not fragrant anyway, but it smells very heart-warming.

Congliang was like a lap dog, he hugged Jiang Yin and chewed and sucked for a while. He looked sideways and found that Jiang Yin didn’t turn on the faucet to wash his hands, and was staring at her from the mirror.

The two of them looked at each other, and with a sudden thud from their conscience, they looked down and saw that the hand hanging above the incandescent lamp in the bathroom and the porcelain-white sink was extremely dazzling and stained with bright red.

It wasn’t much, but she couldn’t ignore it. She secretly scolded her **** and forgot about it. When she thought about it, she also forgot the paper in the wastebasket at the bedside, and after Jiang Yin got out of the bed, she forgot. It seemed that he didn’t say a word.

Cong Liang licked his lips, and he didn’t dare to look into Jiang Yin’s eyes again, but from both sides of Jiang Yin’s waist, he stretched out his hand to turn on the faucet, and then silently grabbed Jiang Yin’s hand to avoid the belt The gauze-covered wound was gently rubbed.

Jiang Yin didn’t speak or respond as if someone had pulled the power out. Cong Liang rubbed him around him, and Jiang Yin just stared blankly at the mirror.

He knew that this woman was a socialite in the upper class, with countless men, and Jiang Yin was a downright hooligan, a **** and a hooligan. Jiang Yin struggled when he was tempted, but he couldn’t resist this woman, so even if he was interested in her The woman’s past hatred was itchy, so she had to accept it in its entirety.

But no matter how young and ignorant he is, he is a **** after all. Of course, he knows that only young children will bleed after finishing work, and Liu Gaoyuan has a lot of unclean places under his hands. He looks pure and high-grade chicken, sold out the day before, and the next day. Repair it in the hospital, wait for ten days and a half months, and be a college student who is struggling for the first time. In the same “high-end” club, it can be sold for tens of thousands of dollars per night.

Jiang Yin has never touched a woman, so he doesn’t know what a real chick looks like, but he knows what a fake one is, because they are like a gangster and a “senior” girl. After passing the video to them, Jiang Yin still remembered what the buddy said at the time, “He said that when he was in his teens, he had worked with a real baby, and the real people didn’t bleed like a menstrual period. “

He said: “It’s really tight, let’s not talk about it, a little blood is accompanied by stickiness, and some are a little bloodshot…”

Jiang Yin washed his hands cleanly from Cong Liang, helped him back to the bed, and changed the gauze again. Logically speaking, this woman could never be a young child, but when he remembered what he had just explained, he explained it in just a few moments. It’s really too hard to hoop…

Congliang washed up again, pushed Jiang Yin down, turned off the light, got into the bed and covered him for a while, then came up to hug Jiang Yin warmly.

“You…” Jiang Yin couldn’t help but ask after all, “Are you…” Did you make a fake?

But before he could ask, Congliang interrupted Jiang Yin’s words, “I have a problem with my old age, I have irregular menstruation, hurry up and go to bed, baby, it’s one o’clock, you’re not sleepy…”

Jiang Yin frowned, still unable to understand, Cong Liang leaned over and kissed his face, deliberately saying, “Jiang Yin, do you dislike me?”

“How come!” Jiang Yin quickly retorted, frowning. How could he dislike it, he was only afraid that he had nothing now and was not worthy of it at all.

“Hehehe…” Congliang smirked, although she also hoped that Jiang Yin knew that she had never been with other men except him, but she also liked that Jiang Yin knew about her “unbearable” past, and she still gave her heart and soul. look.

Jiang Yin’s “tolerance”, even if it was based on the non-existent past, Congliang still cherished it in her heart, she arched Jiang Yin’s neck, Jiang Yin was tickled by her hair, and he sighed for a while. He sighed, smiled, and gently knocked Congliang’s head sideways, the two of them hugged each other warmly, and gradually fell asleep.

Early in the morning, Yang Liang woke up refreshed, cooked by himself, picked out a few dishes from the refrigerator last night and fry it up, and looked at Jiang Yin after washing up, Jiang Yin was still sound asleep. Awake.

“Xiao Fang is still sleeping?” Cong Liang was frying the vegetables in the pot, leaning back at the kitchen door, looking at the red bills in the room.

“Sleeping,” Cong’an nodded, “I haven’t eaten for several days… I’ve been sleeping.”

“You kid is very hardworking.” Cong An said again.

Cong Liangguan served dishes over the fire, looked at Cong An, raised his eyebrows, and nodded in delight.

The two brothers sat at the table, chatting while eating, Congliang ate a bowl of rice, saw that Cong’an’s bowl was empty, and gave him another bowl, by the way, just like chatting that the weather is good today, he said, “Brother, I plan to In two days, when he feels better, he will go to register.”

From An’s hand to take the bowl, but he quickly took the bowl and nodded, “As long as you like it, I talked to Master Liu last night on the phone, and this kid died for this little money…”

“I’m very concerned about you too. You can discuss the wedding date,” Cong Anchong smiled and said, “The rest is left to brother.”

Cong Liang’s nose was soured by Cong’an’s doting smile, thinking of the night when she escaped from marriage, her father once looked at her like this, stood up and walked to Cong’an’s side and hugged Cong’an’s neck Shaking, “Thank you, brother.”

“But I don’t plan to do it,” Cong Liang returned to his seat and sat down. “I don’t have any friends, so my only family members are you and Xiao Fang. He… only has a bell, so let’s just have a meal together.”

Cong settled down, “You don’t have to…” Cong An Xiang said, you don’t need to worry about the guest, he has been in business for many years, and his sister’s wedding is naturally impossible to be stingy.

Ji Liang raised his hand horribly and immediately made a stop gesture, got up and glanced at the crack of the bedroom door. Seeing that Jiang Yin was still asleep, he said in a low voice, “Forget it, brother, I used to…”

Congliang held his chest and felt a stomach ache, but said helplessly: “If there are many people who get married…it won’t be a meeting of cattle and sheep.” Congliang stretched out his hand exaggeratedly and gestured in a circle, “Wow, it’s green.”

Cong An blinked his eyes, if he wanted to laugh or not, he had long known that the person in front of him could not be his former sister, but others had never seen Xiao Bai, so of course they didn’t know, thinking of the scene Cong Liang said, he couldn’t help but laugh.

Cong ‘an suppressed the smile, lowered his head and took a mouthful of green vegetables, put it down before reaching his lips, then raised his head and glanced at Cong Liang, very unkind, “Hahahahaha…” He laughed out loud.

Cong Liang: “…” Demeanor, brother.

After Cong An went to work, Cong Liang went into the bedroom to see that Jiang Yin was still sleeping soundly, and slapped Jiang Yin’s face with a slap in the face. , did not call him.

She picked up the money in the house and put it away, put it in the drawer in the living room, and ran to the house to lift the quilt and looked at the system. The system hasn’t been up for several days, so she dragged it into the bathroom to wash it. After a pass, he changed the quilt for Cong An.

Re-insert the system that was blind all the time, while stuffing the sheets into the washing machine, while sighing, other people’s systems are so **** diligent in helping the host with strategy, her system is more demon than her, and she needs to get started wait.

By the time the sheets were finished drying, it was already past ten o’clock. This time, Cong Liang dug Jiang Yin out of the bed. Seeing that Jiang Yin was in a daze, he was about to hold him to wash up when he saw Jiang Yin rubbing his eyes and walking away. bathroom.

It seems that so many bottles of nutrient solution are not drinking in vain.

When Jiang Yin was taking a shower, Cong Liang followed behind his buttocks, and his nerves were still tense. She was afraid that if Jiang Yin suddenly lost his strength, she would help her. After all, Jiang Yin was too scary when he came back yesterday.

As a result, Jiang Yin’s eyes slipped with a nervous look, and his brows and eyes were smiling. After washing, he pressed her against the bathroom wall and nibbled her tenderly.

At the end of his breath, he said, “I’m fine,” Jiang Yin said in a few words about the boat, “I just got beaten up and swam for a while. The water was cold and the soaking was scary.”

“Look, I’m sleeping, I’m not jumping around now…” Jiang Yin said, nibbling on Congliang’s neck, “It’s easy for you two to go back and forth.”

Cong Liang tugged at Jiang Yin’s already long hair, and squinted his head sideways as Jiang Yin’s lips raged around her neck, without questioning or dismantling Jiang Yin.

Cong Liang re-fryed two dishes, took out the ice cream cake from the refrigerator, and wanted to make up for Jiang Yin’s birthday, Jiang Yin stared at Cong Liang for a while, ate two bowls of rice, and ate a small piece of ice cream cake, and licked it. Licking his lips, he helped Cong Liang to clear the table, then turned around and drew all the curtains in the living room.

Cong Liang was washing the dishes, Jiang Yin hugged her behind her back and kissed the lips around her neck, from light pecks to wet licks. As soon as the dishes were washed, Cong Liang let Jiang Yin “drag” out of the kitchen and pressed them on the on the sofa.

“Aren’t you going to make up for my birthday?” Jiang Yin leaned down while pressing Congliang, and pressed against Congliang hotly, “Huh?”

Cong Liang lay down comfortably, relaxed his limbs, and looked at Jiang Yin with half-squinted eyes. The curtains were drawn at noon, and the light in the room was not dim, but it was clear and not dazzling.

Jiang Yin’s effort to ask her for her consent had already kicked Cong Liang’s pajama pants off the sofa involuntarily, his breathing was heavy and the tip of his nose arched, and Cong Liang giggled.

She had no reason to refuse the intimacy of Big Bo’er, she was also very happy, Jiang Yin was shaking a little with excitement, there was no gentle prelude to the little virgin opening the gate, he just stabbed with a gun.

Fortunately, Congliang is different from ordinary people. She doesn’t feel pain, not to mention that she feels energetic towards her eldest baby, but Jiang Yin pressed Congliang’s shoulder, her waist sank in half, and the veins on her forehead rose.

“Fuck…” Jiang Yin took two deep breaths, swallowed and stopped, exhaling from his conscience on the side of his face, still couldn’t help asking, “Are you a young child?”

“Why the **** is it so tight?” Last night, he was already in pain everywhere, dizzy, and excited, and it was over before he had time to feel it. Today is the official start of meat.

Cong Liang put his foot on the back of the sofa and slammed his foot on the floor. He closed his eyes and was ready to enjoy it. Hearing this, he slapped Jiang Yin’s hair, “Am I, do you care?”

“I don’t care.” Jiang Yin replied without any hesitation.

“Then what the **** are you saying about this kung fu?” Cong Liang pinched Jiang Yin’s butt. Jiang Yin let out a “heh” and slammed his waist down to the bottom.

Congliang has never been the type to hum in a high-pitched, loud or tactful manner. When she tries again, she will only twist her waist, hum in small voices, or stare at the big baby with her misty eyes. Look.

Jiang Yin made her blushing for some reason. He liked Congliang very much, but he couldn’t bear her eyes with deep affection. The two were already the closest, but he suddenly became shy and had no choice but to He staggered his eyes and didn’t look at it, resting his forehead on Congliang’s shoulder, only slammed his waist with all his heart.

The leather sofa with good elasticity contained two deeply entangled bodies and four sofa cushions in matching colors, which were squeezed to the ground with the ups and downs of the sofa spring.

It wasn’t until the coffee table and the sofa rubbed against the floor for a short period of time that Jiang Yin’s back was tense, he groaned a few times, hugged Congliang’s neck tightly, and truly tasted the wonderful taste of being a man.

The two exhaled a long breath at the same time, and at the same time raised their hands to stroke each other’s sweaty hair.

The author has something to say: There is not much plot left in this world, get married, sprinkle sugar, and plan the future.

The next world is the apocalyptic background, [no zombies]

Animals mutate, fog hurts people, the male protagonist is the disfigured uncle of thirty-two, and the female protagonist calls him fifth uncle. heroine nineteen