Chapter 555 White Hair

The three-point dress is really eye-catching. Her skin is as white as snow, and her legs are slender and beautiful, especially the part wrapped in black underwear, which deeply touches the eyes of the weekend.

This woman is naturally Zhang Xinyu.

In the memory of the weekend, Zhang Xinyu has always been a gorgeous and glorious woman. Now, this woman known as ** suddenly appeared in the sight of the weekend wearing only underwear. Naturally, she became more and more charming.

"Goo-dong..."

Staring at the place between Zhang Xinyu's legs, she couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of water over the weekend.

The next second, Zhang Xinyu felt something was wrong. She looked up lazily at the door and saw the scene of staring at her swallowing saliva on the weekend.

“......”

Zhang Xinyu, who was about to put potato chips in her mouth, was stunned in an instant, as if she had been petrified.

If it were another woman, she would have screamed in this case, but Zhang Xinyu was different. After a little stunned, Zhang Xinyu suddenly jumped under the sofa and didn't even want slippers. She was so barefoot, and the remote control and potato chips were thrown on the sofa.

Zhang Xinyu stood up like a zombie. She raised her hands flat, and then jumped in the direction of the bedroom, like a frog.

"Uh..." Seeing Zhang Xinyu jumping back to her bedroom at three o'clock, she was a little dumbfounded on the weekend and couldn't help muttering, "Dreamwalking?"

When Zhang Xinyu pressed her toes and "frog jump", she looked so sexy with her back to the weekend. The black underwear belt was tightly attached to the smooth vest, and the straight buttocks wrapped in black underwear were together.

On the weekend, he swallowed his saliva and straightened his eyes on Zhang Xinyu's buttocks.

How can Zhang Xinyu be sleepwalking? She pretended to sleepwalk because she was ashamed to face the weekend, so how could she not feel the hot eyes of the weekend falling on her *? However, she can't say that the only thing she can do is to grit her teeth and jump towards the bedroom.

It was also Zhang Xinyu's bad luck. She stepped on the floor barefoot and accidentally slipped.

Plop...

"Oh..."

Seeing that he had arrived at the door of the bedroom, Zhang Xinyu fell down and sat on the ground.

"Sister Yu..."

On the weekend, he took Zhou Xiaomo to the sofa, then flew to Zhang Xinyu's side and squat down, reaching out to help Zhang Xinyu.

When my hand touched the belt of Zhang Xinyu's vest, I only felt a shortness of breath on the weekend. A pair of eyes stared at the fullness of Zhang Xinyu's chest, and I couldn't take my eyes away.

Zhang Xinyu, who was in the "dreamwalking", deliberately "wake up". She blinked her beautiful big eyes and said innocently, "On the weekend, my buttocks hurt so much..."

Zhang Xinyu really hurts. His buttocks fell firmly on the hard floor. Can it not hurt? Because of the pain, she looked like crying when she spoke, so while she spoke, her hands couldn't help touching her buttocks.

Ah? Oh!" Seeing the scene of Zhang Xinyu rubbing her buttocks, the weekend's brain was a little short-circuited. He simply blurted out, "I'll take you to ** first!"

As soon as the words came out, he reached under Zhang Xinyu's knees with one hand, held Zhang Xinyu's* with the other hand, and then picked up Zhang Xinyu horizontally.

“......”

Zhang Xinyu didn't have time to nod or refuse. She had carried her into the bedroom on the weekend. When Zhang Xinyu finally realized that she should refuse, the weekend was still very "roughly" still **.

"Ah..." Zhang Xinyu exclaimed, "Bad boy, don't you know how to pity the jade?"

While talking, Zhang Xinyu, who was half-sitting, couldn't help rubbing her buttocks. However, as soon as she rubbed it a few times, she realized that her posture was too seductive. Immediately, she curled up in the quilt like a kitten.

"Sister Yu, I want to pity Xiang Xiyu, but I'm afraid I can't hold it!" He stared at Zhang Xinyu's body, which had been wrapped in bedding, and told a big truth on the weekend.

"You..." After listening to the weekend's words, Zhang Xinyu subconsciously recalled that her buttocks were touched by the weekend when she hugged her just now. Recalling the scene just now, Zhang Xinyu had a fever on her cheeks and paused. She simply covered herself with a quilt. "Bad boy, I'm going to sleep. You go out to serve the little one. Foam!"

Zhang Xinyu, who hid in the bedding like an ostrich, didn't hear her answer on the weekend for a long time. She was a little guilty, so she secretly lifted a gap in the bedding. The weekend had already gone, and even the bedroom door was closed by him.

"The stinky boy who doesn't understand the amorous feelings..."

Inexplicably, Zhang Xinyu felt that his heart was blocked.

I don't know what kind of mentality it was. After swearing a few words on the weekend, she couldn't resist her curiosity and simply put on a milky nightdress and got up.

Zhang Xinyu felt that Zhou Xiaomo and the "sister and brother" had not met for more than a year on the weekend. This meeting must have been a dry fire, and she might have "dry" it. Therefore, when she opened the bedroom door, the movement was surprisingly small, just like a thief visiting.

When she went out on the weekend, she turned off the light in Zhang Xinyu's bedroom by the way. Therefore, the bedroom was dark. When Zhang Xinyu quietly opened a gap in the bedroom door, the light in the living room immediately shone into her sight. The light was strong, like hot sunlight.

At this time, Zhou Xiaomo was sitting on the sofa in the living room, staring in front of him and didn't know what he was looking at.

As for the weekend, he squatted in front of Zhou Xiaomo, and buried his head. The direction of his head was actually between Zhou Xiaomo's legs...

From Zhang Xinyu's point of view, a pillow standing on the sofa covered Zhou Xiaomo's lower body and weekend head.

"I'm eating Xiaomo on the weekend..."

Although the most critical place was blocked by the pillow, Zhang Xinyu's mouth grew up in surprise. For a moment, a picture that was not suitable for children popped up in her mind.

Inexplicably, Zhang Xinyu felt a burst of heat surging all over his body.

Recordingly, Zhang Xinyu should avoid it after seeing this scene, but she didn't know what kind of mentality she suddenly opened the door, and then rushed to the weekend and questioned the weekend loudly, saying, "Weekend, you hooligan, what are you going to do? You actually eat a little foam..."

Zhang Xinyu ran to the sofa in an instant, and then she saw a scene that made her dumbfounded.

"Huh? What are you doing?"

Zhang Xinyu felt that her cheeks were having a fever, because although her head was on Zhou Xiaomo's thigh on the weekend, Zhou Xiaomo's trousers did not take off. The so-called thing she ate on the weekend was completely Zhang Xinyu's imagination.

At this moment, Zhou Xiaomo is seriously pulling out her white hair for the weekend, as if her mother woke up to find the lice on her body for the male orangutan.

"Pull white hair?"

Seeing this scene, Zhang Xinyu was dumbfounded and completely dumbfounded: "Uh... I... I... sleepwalked again..."

After saying this, Zhang Xinyu turned around and ran away.

Bang!

The bedroom door was heavily smashed by Zhang Xinyu.

At this moment, in Zhang Xinyu's mind, it is all the scene he just saw.

Zhou Xiaomo sat on the sofa and leaned on her lap on the weekend. Zhou Xiaomo's green fingers swam through her hair on the weekend, pulling out one white hair after another.

On the glass table in front of the sofa, a handful of white hair has been piled up, at least more than 20.

In Zhang Xinyu's impression, she is only 23 years old this weekend. Why do she have so many white hair?

Zhang Xinyu leaned her back against the closed bedroom door and was completely stunned.

Zhang Xinyu's brain is in a mess. She can't figure it out. She really can't figure it out.

What on earth is that young man thinking in his mind? What kind of pressure can make young people in their 20s have so much white hair?

"Thirty-eight have been pulled out!" In the living room, on the sofa, Zhou Xiaomo said sadly when she gently put another white hair on the glass table.

"Sister, pull it out hard. It's better to strip it all." The whole face was stuck between Zhou Xiaomo's legs, and he took a deep breath on the weekend, full of fragrance.

"But it will hurt to pull out white hair!" When Zhou Xiaomo said this, there was crystal circulation in her beautiful eyes.

"It doesn't hurt." Shake your head on the weekend.

"I remember that your first gray hair was the day you walked out of high school." When Zhou Xiaomo spoke, his thumb and index finger had grabbed a white hair on the weekend's head again.

"I guess it's a hereditary teenager." I smiled faintly on the weekend, and my tone was full of relief.

"Nonsense." When Zhou Xiaomo said this, she gritted her teeth and worked hard. She immediately pulled out a white hair and acted skillfully. Obviously, she had pulled out white hair for her brother a lot before. "Our parents don't have white hair, and even when grandpa was alive, they didn't have white hair. Where did you inherit it from?"

"Ss..." When the white hair was pulled out, it hurt so much that I took a cold breath on the weekend.

"Does it hurt?" Zhou Xiaomo affectionately stroked the weekend's head and asked sadly.

"It doesn't hurt." On the weekend, he shook his head and said, "Sister, as long as you and your parents are doing well, I won't hurt."

"Uh-huh." Zhou Xiaomo nodded vibly, "You are the bravest man I have ever met!"

"I'm not brave." He shook his head on the weekend, "What I've been most afraid of since I was a child is being beaten. I'm afraid of pain, death, poverty, and even more afraid that others will look down on our family."

"So, you just fight, don't fight desperately." Zhou Xiaomo said quietly, "Brother, you are tired."

Looking at the white hair lurking in the black hair on the weekend's head, Zhou Xiaomo's heart was as painful as a knife. Finally, she couldn't help it. A drop of crystal tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and then fell on the back neck of the weekend.

"I'm not tired!" Feeling the cold at the back of the neck, the weekend was slightly stunned, and then looked up at Zhou Xiaomo. Seeing the two lines of tears sliding on Zhou Xiaomo's cheek, the weekend subconsciously reached out to wipe it, "Sister, are you crying?"

"I love you." When Zhou Xiaomo said this, he naturally put his hands on the back of the weekend's head, and then gently pressed the weekend's cheek into his arms, "How about sleeping in my sister's arms for a while?"

The weekend's face was attached to Zhou Xiaomo's towering chest, deforming the two masses and deeply smelling the fragrance in Zhou Xiaomo's arms. On the weekend, he was drunk and couldn't help kissing the gully in front of Zhou Xiaomo's chest. At the same time, the weekend's hands reached to Zhou Xiaomo's waist and made Zhou Xiaomo's whole Hold it.

"Hmm..."

Fee that the weekend's lips were close to his chest, Zhou Xiaomo subconsciously shouted, "Can you hold me to the bedroom?"

When he said this, Zhou Xiaomo's hands pressed Weekend's head into his arms harder.

He didn't say anything on the weekend and answered Zhou Xiaomo with his actions. While kissing Zhou Xiaomo's chest deeply, he picked up Zhou Xiaomo whole and ran towards Zhou Xiaomo's bedroom.