Chapter 51 Meet an acquaintance in Hangzhou

From the saints to the time when ordinary people have troubles and depressions, even animals, not to mention Chen Gou, who is a mortal, is left behind.

The business finch in the car said to Uncle Eighth, everyone must be manipulated by God's fate, but he hid. Hey hey, it's the same as Uncle Eight. The man named Ba Liang smiled. Not everyone can play the game world. Our Zhao Sanjin is one, and the prince is one. Even Zhao Wuwei many years ago doesn't have this capital. This game is not easy to operate. I appreciate but don't like such a man.

The younger Shang Que secretly glanced at Uncle Eight Liang, which seemed to have a little charm. Uncle Eight Two doesn't like to play and read like historical scripts. He can't move at all, right? Uncle Ba Liang raised his neck and said, or did the sparrow know uncle? Uncle likes to watch tragic dramas, villains? Who was born like this? For some reason, since the prince has given Chen Gou's environment and experience, he is ready to bear the next thing, villain? It didn't end well in the end. A beautiful and elegant turn, Shang Que continued to say, "Uncle, what should I do with my sister-in-law?" What should I do? It's the same when my uncle is young. It's always good to suffer a little. My uncle doesn't believe in the heavenly will of bullshit. Qingping is a little obedient girl. It's not good to lose anything if she doesn't eat it. Shang Que asked, is the price a little high? Uncle Ba Liang smiled mysteriously and said, and it was worth it.

After the car drove to the Sunshine Garden, Shang Que said to Uncle Eighth. But Uncle Ba Liang thought for a moment and said, "Go back." Although Shang Que had doubts, he did not ask why. He did not have the habit of violating the will of Uncle Eight, even a trace.

Uncle Eight Liang seemed to know what Shang Que was wondering about. He explained that I didn't want Qingping to be sad for me, even a little.

On the balcony of a house in Sunshine Garden, Zhao Qingping said like a resentful woman, "Why?"

Chen Gou left took back his previous meditative eyes and sang loudly with a ** face: "Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet, HUHAHA, HUHAHA, HUHAHALUHA~~

Zhao Qingping woke up in an instant. She rushed to the bedroom and was ready to pat the door quickly, but how could this mountain guard dog lose such a chance for both men and women? Zhao Qingping didn't have time to close the door, and Chen Gou left ran over. Chen Gou left him and pressed Zhao Qingping down on **. With Chen Gou leftover tearing, Zhao Qingping's ery-like scream was also remembered. The white sportswear just worn, the stockings in the white sportswear, the sexy lace underwear, fell off on the clean floor one by one.

"No, no."

"I want, I want."

The screams of mixed sex.

Chen Gou's remaining arms were suddenly lifted and opened, and his buttocks straightened in.

"Asian and American."

"Real people are better than those on the phone!" This is the heartfelt admiration of Chen Gou's leftover.

The battle lasted for more than ten minutes.

Chen Gou's remaining brother climbed out, but he still held his head high.

Chen Gou left with a smile and said, "Is it time to make a travel bet?"

"What's the bet? Have we made a bet? Why don't I remember?" Zhao Qingping scratched her head and asked stupidly.

"Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet, HUHAHA, HUHAHA." Chen Gou reminded Zhao Qingping with kindness.

"It's terrible. Stop singing. Murder you." Zhao Qingping covered her ears with her hands and blushed.

Chen Gou left understood that Zhao Qingping was playing tricks. He stopped talking and continued to carry a gun. Zhao Qingping received guests at a high standard.

When Zhao Qingping was about to reach the peak, Chen Gou left suddenly didn't move. He suddenly asked, "Remember to bet? Blow the trumpet."

At this time, Zhao Qingping, who was buried by desire, opened her mouth and replied, "I remember, I'll blow the horn for you."

Hearing the standard answer, Chen Gou left continued to wriggle around. With Zhao Qingping's trembling all over, Chen Gou left stopped.

He put the gun on Zhao Qingping's face, no matter what, he stuffed it in.

"Woo..."

A house full of **. Swing. The sound was noisy all night.

Gods and Buddhas are also predestined. A few months ago, the combination now is not God's will. Chen Gou didn't believe it, and Uncle Eighth didn't believe it either. Many people can't accept the psychology caused by the environment, so they think it's God's will, so they can only be played by games, bosses and monsters, regardless of noble and lowly.

The next day, Zhao Qingping, who tasted the bliss of the world for the first time, didn't know how powerful it was for the first time, so she took Chen Gou to play.

Zhao Qingping is charming just by her face. Why do you need to dress up? A white sportswear, it's done. After dressing up, Chen Gou left this guy with a suit and tie looks like a dog, but it's really wrong to put it next to Zhao Qingping.

Zhao Qingping looked left and right. She felt that she seemed to be a little lost last night. It was too ordinary and tasteless. She rummaged through the box and finally found a dress. It was the clothes worn by the old farmers in Songjiazhuang, and it was also the best clothes before Chen Gou left to Shanghai. Zhao Qingping shouted happily, "This is good."

So, she ordered that Chen Gou would listen to the order.

The Chen dog dressed up by the old farmer is left out.

Zhao Qingping was radiant this time, and her eyes almost jumped out. At this time, women are crazy.

Chen Gou's extreme protest: "What kind of bullshit clothes is this? Brother Dog can't take off the dirt all over his body. You get it back for me. I hate you. I don't want it, I don't want it."

Seeing that Zhao Qingping was about to lose her temper, Chen Gou had no choice but to vent her anger.

The woman said, "Just this body, don't change it."

Ferrari Mercedes-Benz all the way, Shanghai-Hangzhou Expressway, a woman facing a man, the woman is very beautiful, the man is very obscene, the woman is very fashionable, and the man is very stupid.

Steering wheel, brake, clutch, Zhao Qingping is teaching Chen Gou left to learn to drive.

It's also strange. Compared with Li Hu left, I don't know whether Zhao Qingping teaches well or Zhao Qingping is a woman. Chen Gou left, who knows nothing about it, is actually getting started.

30 minutes, only half an hour, from Shanghai to Hangzhou, it's that simple, for Zhao Qingping, who drives a Ferrari.

Even when Chen Gou left listened to Zhao Qingping explain his driving skills, he was in a cold sweat.

After arriving in Hangzhou, Zhao Qingping drove to Hangzhou Paradise. The car was put in the parking lot, and the two of them went hiking. After more than an hour's trip to the west and north, Zhao Qingping proposed to play the roller coaster. Chen Gou left was unwilling. In the end, he was pulled up by Zhao Qingping, the same as Xiao Yaoyao last time. Although he was hugged by the beauty, Xi Used to vomiting.

As for the future thunder roar, the hand of the wind god, Chen Gou finally defeated Zhao Qingping with tears, which made Zhao Qingping sulky.

Chen Gou left looked at Zhao Qingping, who was sulking alone. He was still kind in the farmer's clothes. He proposed to go shopping and give Zhao Qingping some clothes and jewelry. Then Zhao Qingping was happy and only occasionally curled her lips.

After spending thousands of yuan to buy two clothes, Chen Gou left him felt that it was a bottomless hole and proposed to go back to Shanghai.

But Zhao Qingping's shopping interest had not come down, so she took him into a handmade decoration store.

This is some handmade paintings made of colored clay. The decoration is very exquisite, and the price of each piece is not expensive, 180 yuan.

It seems that Zhao Qingping likes it very much. Chen Gou left is also interested in doing the work that her husband should do and pay the bill.

At this moment, a group of men and women entered the handicraft shop. A girl who was purely dressed up saw the handmade painting in Zhao Qingping's hand. She said to the man beside her, "I like that painting so much."

But the eyes were aimed at Zhao Qingping, with a bad face.

The man walked to Zhao Qingping and said kind words. But he met Zhao Qingping, not a country girl. How could he bully her casually?

Zhao Qingping refused his request, but the man's eyes became gloomy.

Chen Gou, who was paying the bill, suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him. He turned his head and immediately smiled.

He pointed to the man's nose and shouted, "You child, if my uncle doesn't beat you for two days, you will go to the room to lift the tiles?"