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Zhang Yuan left the community and called to ask if Gan Tingting had been watered just now. The girl smiled and said no. What was she watered for driving? She asked him if the windows of his home had been closed in time. He said there was no problem.

The two chatted for a while, and Gan Tingting had something to do. She hung up the phone. Zhang Yuan took a taxi to the vegetable market and planned to buy some vegetables to reward Xiao Tingting, who had been taking care of him in the evening.

You can't buy vegetables near your residence. Although Zhang Yuan made mosaics when he was on the news, it's not good to be too ostentatious. Before the distant vegetable market arrived, his mobile phone rang, a strange local number.

Zhang Yuan answered the phone, and a strange voice came from there: "Hey, is this Mr. Zhang Yuan?"

Zhang Yuan nodded and um, pretended to be a ghost. He suspected that he was a person he knew, but there were not many people who knew this number. Who would it be?

"Mr. Zhang Yuan, guess who I am?" The other party continued to pretend to be a ghost, and his voice was particularly strange.

Zhang Yuan frowned slightly and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you, a goblin, to come. Stop playing. Tell me, where are you now? I'll pick you up." Thinking that he could see the netizen who only heard the voice and did not see him in a moment, he was full of expectations.

"Come on, I really can't fool you. I'm at the railway station now. Come and pick me up."

Mengfei hung up the phone quickly and didn't give Zhang Yuan a chance to ask her what she looked like and what clothes she was wearing.

Zhang Yuan dialed the phone again, but no one answered. I guess it was a public IP phone. He muttered that he liked to play some intellectual games, and this time it was like this again.

Zhang Yuan came to the railway station, stood at the door of the crowded waiting hall for a while, and then walked to the nearby cafe, which was the only cafe near the railway station. She muttered that she liked to find a place to sit down for a cup of coffee at the railway station or the airport, while reading books and writing some words. This is her love. Good and habit.

Zhang Yuan walked into the cafe, glanced around, and finally stayed in the corner against the window. On the table, there was only a girl in a plaid skirt with long hair and glasses. There was a cup of coffee next to the brand-new book, and the fog rose in the cool air created by the air conditioner.

The girl lowered her head and couldn't see her face clearly. The black-framed glasses were the same as Gan Tingting's disguise. Even if she raised her head, she would keep her real appearance behind the lens.

Zhang Yuan waved his hand to the service lady and walked to the opposite table. After sitting down, he gently tapped the table with a plaid tablecloth with his fingers. With a certain rhythm, it was very light and would not affect others, but it would attract the attention of the girl opposite.

Zhang Yuan sniffed hard and said to the girl who raised her head and frowned at him, "Perfume is not jewelry. A sudden change does not make people think you are the second person. It will only make people feel a little regretful."

"Sir, isn't your way of chatting up too old-fashioned? It's not the 1930s or 1940s, let alone a secluded corner of Paris or New York.

The girl looked down at Zhang Yuan arrogantly, and her voice was soft and sweet, but with the coldness of refusing people thousands of miles away.

Zhang Yuan didn't say anything, just looked at her with a smile, and looked at him so directly. The guests at several tables nearby secretly looked here, wondering if there would be a big scene of martial arts. At this time, the girl with a cold face and white skin suddenly He smiled with an extremely touching smile.

"Oh, I really can't fool you. It seems that Miss Ben's acting skills are still not good. I was going to take the film academy. No, let's go to study business administration."

He muttered his glasses, pushed the book to Zhang Yuan with a smile, and said, "I just bought this book. Although it is cheap and suspected of piracy, the content in it is worth reading. I gave it to you as a gift."

When Zhang Yuan picked up the book, her fingertips deliberately or unintentionally gently scratched her tender little hand that could produce water. Meng Yu rolled her eyes, soft red lips opened slightly, and whispered, "I thought you were a gentleman. It seems not. What a pity."

Zhang Yuan put his finger on his lips and kissed her, looked at the elegant girl with low eyebrows, and smiled and said, "If I were really that kind of wooden gentleman who doesn't understand the amorous feelings, you will really regret it. Goblin, you are better than I thought. You really have the potential of goblins.

Meng Gently stirred the coffee, and the spoon bumped against the wall of the cup, making a crisp sound. There was no rhythm, but it was not annoying. Her movements were very rhythmic, which was probably closely related to her learning music and dance since she was a child.

Is that right? But I didn't see a trace of Brother Straw Hat from you. I only saw a hypocrite with obscene eyes.

Mengyu looked up and stared at Zhang Yuan with burning eyes. He asked for a cup of coffee, opened the page of the book and said, "There are no gentlemen in the world. The reason why those who are known as gentlemen have become gentlemen is that the conditions for them to become villains are not mature enough. Just like the existence of yellow girls in this world is just because they have not been harmed, that's all!"

"You are very vulgar and very slow. Can't you say anything other than women?" Mengqi's words are very sharp, and he doesn't save face for Zhang Yuan at all. He doesn't need those in the first place.

Zhang Yuan nodded hard and took a sip of the coffee that had just been served. He didn't like the bitter taste very much, so he threw sugar into it. The men and women at the table next to him grinned, probably thinking that he was from which mountain to the earthly wild animal!

"I am a layman, and I can't pretend to be a god or a saint. Are you a woman, or a coveted little woman, or more accurately, a girl. Isn't it disrespectful for me to say some vulgar things about firewood, rice, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea in the face of your super vulgar existence?

Zhang Yuan stirred the sugar, drank all the coffee in one breath, stood up, took Meng Yu's little hand, kneaded it, and said calmly, "Let's go to eat. If you are not full while drinking things, you will be full and your stomach will rise. I heard that some coffee was pulled out of the shit of something. It's broken. Now I have an impulse to poop.

Zhang Yuan pulled Meng Shiran away. Many people in the cafe made a dry and disgusting sound. The words were so straightforward and disgusting that normal people would be stimulated!

walked out of the cafe and laughed a lot. The crisp and beautiful laughter led to several tragedies of hitting the telegraph poles. The wind blew, the skirt flew, and the shocking slender **, even if Zhang Yuan's big hand helped her hold her skirt in time, But it still made two loud noises on the street and rear-ended.

"There is no wind."

"I know."

"Then why don't you take your hand away quickly?"

"It's cold, I'll help you warm up."

"Shameless!"

"Thank you for praising and learning from each other!"

Zhang Yuan did not take Mengyu to buy red sausage or take her to eat red cabbage soup. The former is not sold now, and the latter is too greasy.

So, Zhang Yuan had to buy a lot of vegetables, took her back to Gan Tingting's home and made a rich lunch.

Gan Tingting had something to do at noon and didn't come back for dinner. Only Zhang Yuan and Meng Yu ate happily.

Mengyu said that she didn't like to eat greasy things, which was purely a complete lie. Zhang Yuan's hand ate the lamb chops and braised pork for her. He only caught a little oil and became a herbivore once.

After lunch, when Zhang Yuan washed and rinsed, Meng Wei began to attack a large pot of fruit that he had just washed. While eating, he watched cartoons and giggled like a little fool.

When Zhang Yuan finished his busy work and returned to the living room, Meng Yu's skirt was already miserable. Now she covered her stomach with laughter and couldn't breathe. The skirt was lifted to her waist, perfectly showing two white slender legs and a pair of small snow feet painted with blue toenails, and a small pink thinness that was almost unavailable. Sha, even if he doesn't look carefully, he has seen the man's most coveted things.

Snow-white peaches, pink pulp.

Zhang Yuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and scratched the middle of the two trouser legs. The rapid rise there was completely comparable to the rise of Shenzhen, with a grand scale!

Meng Yu found that Zhang Yuan was looking at her. His eyes were strange, so he sat up and tidyed up his skirt elegantly, covered the spring light, and asked faintly, "Have you seen enough? Do you want me to lift it again and show it to you?"

Zhang Yuan swallowed his saliva. The sound was a little like pouring a mouse hole in a bucket. It was very loud. His old face was not red or white. He sat next to her, looked at her calves and feet and said, "It's so beautiful. If you really want, I will sit here and see it become a fossil!"

"Look at your promisingness. In order to see women, you want to change the stone. If I give you a taste of sweetness, will you still become gray?"

Dream rolled his eyes, and his black and white eyes looked strange at this moment.

Zhang Yuan took a mouthful of saliva and rubbed his hands and said, "It doesn't matter if you let me taste the sweetness of a hundred years and turn to ashes." After saying that, he stretched out his hand and touched his legs.

Meng popped Zhang Yuan's hand and asked, "Which little lover's home is this?" He is quite good-looking." She looked at the black-and-white photo hanging on the wall.

Zhang Yuan continued to stretch out her hand without hesitation. When she hit again, it was empty. His hand had touched her young and shiny thighs and gently kneaded it. Her face turned red and struggled slightly, but she held a pair of eyebrows** on her legs and rubbed them. The wonderful feeling of numbness made her not You have to bite your little mouth hard so that you don't make a sound.

Zhang Yuan took away the little hand that pulled Meng's arm and said seriously, "Don't move. I want to eat your tofu, but I massage you more. Isn't your leg always a little sore? It's good for you to massage to revitalize blood."

The dream no longer stopped him. His little feet shook gently, white and tender, reflecting pink shell-like toenails, with fascinating charm.

"I didn't see it. It's quite good at serving people. Do you often massage your little lover?"

The dream is a little sour. You know that when the two people are in communication, even their husbands and wives have called, but when they come into contact with reality, they find that although I have not married, you have married several large and small women. It's really annoying!