Chapter 824 Nervous

Chapter 824 Nerves

Meng Fei smiled instead and asked her, "Isn't it uncomfortable?"

Lingling said, "It's okay. I can stand it for the time being."

Meng Fei asked again, "Do you want to help you in other ways?"

Lingling said, "No, let's start directly."

Lingling stepped straight on Meng Fei's legs and began to tear his clothes. His movements were very frivolous and a little impatient. He looked very hungry and thirsty. Sure enough, he had not been touched by a man for a long time.

It's not strange to sleep with Lingling. Now I don't think it's taking advantage of people's danger. Instead, I have a sense of achievement to save people from suffering.

It's like injecting morphine. If you inject morphine into a normal person, then you are committing a crime, you will be arrested, and your conscience will be restless for a lifetime.

If you inject morphine into a dying person, then you are carrying out a humanitarian style, which is commendable.

Now Lingling is the person whose life is in danger. He needs a man to save him too much. Therefore, Meng Fei's going to bed with her is also commendable. Wrong, it's not going to bed. It should be said that it's more appropriate to go to the sofa.

Lingling's hand has touched the inside of Meng Fei's thigh, and then opened the zipper of his trousers. Meng Fei's part was exposed in front of her eyes in such angrily. He thought she would use his hands, but she bent down and lowered her head.

Meng Fei turned off the bedside lamp. In the dark, he felt his cold tongue lightly outlined on his body.

A crisp electric current flowed through the body, and the whole heart was like a boat floating in the stormy waves. For a while, it was rushed to the peak by happiness, and for a while it was dropped into the trough. The taste was really cool... Mouth, mouth, mouth, mouth, mouth, mouth (I have to delete some words, it's all with his grandmother's Jia Pingwa. That boy learned it.)

Meng Fei put Lingling on the sofa and quickly stripped off his clothes and rushed over...

After the two columns of incense, the light in the room was lit again. Lingling leaned his head on Meng Fei's chest and asked, "In fact, two people don't have to do it together. Doesn't it feel good to snuggle with each other like this?"

Shit, I said it earlier. After finishing it, Meng Fei felt that the woman was a little presumptuous. The anger just now subsided. Saying such obedient words may be a hindrance to face. If you want to laugh at yourself, it's just to prove that you are not a slut...

Meng Fei sighed and said, "It feels good, but I'm a little flustered."

Lingling smiled and lay on Meng Fei's chest and said, "I haven't been touched by a man for a long time. This taste seems to have been forgotten for a long time. But I don't know why, as soon as I saw you, it aroused my interest."

Meng Fei is a little dissatisfied. Listening to her, she seems to think of me as spring... medicine, is there such a handsome spring medicine as me?

"You'd better hurry up and don't lie on me again. You squeeze me with the breast* room like this. I'll be impulsive later. I can't hold the eight wild horses."

She smiled and quickly flashed to Meng Fei's side and sat down, holding her chest with both hands.

In fact, it's boring for a man and a woman to chat together, especially in the middle of the night. It's even more boring. It's a waste of time. Meng Fei is a person who cherishes time very much, so the two of them lingered three times this night until dawn.

When Tianming left, Lingling fell asleep on the sofa. Meng Fei took off his suit and gently covered her body. Suddenly, he had an idea. He thought of a trick to make money and immediately became excited.

Meng Fei hugged Lingling, kissed her on the face twice, and woke her up with just one kiss.

Lingling asked with his big eyes open, "What are you doing? What's wrong with you?"

Meng Fei said, "I think of a good way to make money. I still remember that one night, a young man threw a dollar in front of us, which was a good idea. Why don't we go to the night market under the overpass tonight to do art? I'll talk about guitar and you sing. You can make a lot of money in one night.

Lingling was a little surprised and said, "You... sell art on the street? Isn't this nonsense? Your father will skin you if he knows it.

Meng Fei said, "I make money by strength, art bacteria to make money, and I'm righteous. I don't care about other things? That's it. I'll come to you after dinner. After saying that, Bar kissed her again and left happily.

Meng Fei is deeply proud of his great idea. To be honest, he has been following the fashion in the past two years, and he plays the guitar when he has nothing to do. He really pops up a few decent songs. He knows that he is out of tune. When he sings, he sings like a cow and a donkey, then there is a spiritual song for me to play.

People can't starve to death. It is often said that there are three hundred and sixty lines of the top score. Sometimes business opportunities are in front of your eyes. It depends on whether you will take advantage of it. Maybe after N years, buddy will be the back of China.

After dinner, Meng Fei went to the hotel to find Lingling, took her hand and came to the night market of the overpass.

Everything was difficult at the beginning, and Lingling's face was a little red. I didn't know what to say in the first sentence. It was very embarrassing.

Meng Fei played for a while and found that no one paid attention to him. Even a few beautiful girls said that the sound of him playing the guitar was like playing cotton, which was simply noise and insulting their ears.

Damn it! It's my grandfather who plays cotton, which shows that I inherited the excellent genes of the older generation. If you like it, you can listen to it. If you don't like it, you can listen to it. Get out of here quickly. Are you a J8 bird? Meng Fei scolded them a few words angrily.

Soon it was ten o'clock in the evening, and no one threw a penny in the hat in front of him. Meng Fei was anxious. He put his guitar on the ground, stood up, arched his hand and began to shout: "Ladies and gentlemen, neighbors, my nickname is Meng Fei. I am the biological son of Wang Zhiyuan, the boss of Haotian Group, just because my father had an affair. I found a stepmother for me. I have been lonely since I was a child, and no one likes me. So when I was 8 years old, I went to the mountain to learn art. I happened to meet my mentor Dongfang Bubai. Seeing that I was good-looking and a wizard who practiced martial arts, he took me up the mountain to accept me as an apprentice.

After 10 years, I have a unique skill, such as knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, hooks, sticks, whips, hammers, crutches and meteors; with hooks, sharps, blades, thorns, Emei needles, chains, I am proficient in all kinds of blades! All of them are fine, all of them know. Today, I will perform with you on the street. If the performance is good, you will be good, and if the performance is ruined, you will be more responsible.

As the saying goes, you rely on your parents and friends when you go out at home. If you have money, don't leave if you don't have money. If you don't have money, I'll give you a bow to you.

I have a pair of ancestral dog skin plasters, specializing in treating all kinds of difficult and miscellaneous diseases. No matter your waist and knees are sore, weak all over, night sweaty dreams, kidney deficiency and insomnia, yang... impotence, not strong, firm and soon, to ensure that the medicine is cured,..."

As soon as he heard that it was Wang Zhiyuan's son, he gathered around a large group of people and chatted: "Is this Wang Zhiyuan's son? Yes, that's him. I saw him on the cover of the magazine in the early stage. That's right, but I don't think he is like Wang Zhiyuan. Do you think Lao Wang's wife has an affair with someone? This boy is a wild bastard?

Fuck you, you are a bunch of fucking birds? How dare you say that my mother stole people and did your mother's nonsense.

Originally, Meng Fei wanted to have a big stone on his chest and shocked all the people. After thinking about it, he still thought about it. With a hammer, the broken one is not necessarily a stone, it should be me.

In fact, selling art on the street does not rely on real kung fu. Generally, it relies on cheating, cheating, and fooling other people's money into your own pocket, that's a skill.

Lingling saw that there were more and more people, and she was the first to sing. She didn't sing pop songs, because the popularity was not rare. When she listened to it on TV and mobile phones, she was paralyzed, but a little widow went to the grave and cried.

Her voice was sweet and loud, which shocked everyone at once. Finally, she sang a ten * eight * touch, and the sound of applause and cheering became one.

Chinese people just like to watch the hustle and bustle, but they like to shout. When two ants fight, they will also watch for a long time. Meng Fei and Lingling play and sing like this, inside and three layers and three layers outside.

It's a pity that there were a lot of people watching, and there was no one who threw money. It was until after 1 o'clock in the middle of the night, and the crowd dispersed.

After arriving home at night, Lingling was a little discouraged. He said that it was not a way to go on like this. They should be encouraged to throw money. Although it was best to smash it with tickets and stun us, Meng Fei thought for a moment and said, "It's hard at the beginning. It's like a woman**. It's like the first time. It's not only difficult, but also very painful. After a long time, it's good to go smoothly.

The next day, they were not discouraged and continued to come to the night market. It was still the same. One person sang and played alone. At 9:30, someone finally threw 10 yuan in the felt hat in front of them, followed by the second 10 yuan and the third 10 yuan.

Looking up, it turned out to be Li Qiang, Sun Yong and Xiao Ye Zi.

Meng Fei's nose was sore, and tears almost came down. Li Qiang came up and patted Meng Fei on the shoulder and ordered, "Cry it here."

I saw several people moving something from afar. It turned out to be a drum, an accordion, and a large trumpet. For a moment, Li Qiang joined in, Sun Yong joined in, and Xiao Yezi also joined in, taking Lingling's hand and began to dance.

The whole night market was extremely lively, and it completely turned into a dance hall. Many passers-by also began to wriggle their bodies. There was more and more money in their hats. When they closed the stalls at night, there were more than a thousand yuan.

Meng Fei is so happy that this is the first bucket of gold between him and Lingling. He wants to help her and himself. They don't rely on anyone, but on their own skills, their own genius, and the sympathy and pity of others. Although they feel a little uncomfortable, the money is reasonable.