Apocalypse Cockroach

Wan Qiang did not know the name of the wine, said casually, saw the girl still standing there, he thought to ask him for the wine tent, said hastily:

“Tell your boss that the tent is owed first. When will I come back...”

Girl secretly remembers the boss told her to leave with a despised face, no money and no garlic? Walking to the back stage, the girl pulled out what was stuffed in her chest, saw three hundred kilometers of rice tickets in her hand, the girl covered her mouth violently and screamed dull, then she leaned against the wall, her eyes flashed like stars, Zhang Xiaoqiang's image in her heart rose sharply higher than Wanqiang's, even though he was in a wheelchair.

Thinking of Wanqiang, compare him to Zhang Xiaoqiang, the girl disgusted, find the wine cabinet, remove a few bottles of water without even the logo 2 pot head, put it in the tray and walk towards Wanqiang...

Wan Qiang drank his industrial alcohol against white water, Zhang Xiaoqiang tasted his cheese, Zhang Xiaoqiang watched a few chicks on stage show his thighs dancing brilliantly, Wanqiang was a little distracted, took a sip, he glanced at Zhang Xiaoqiang, his heart silently calculated, what excuse to find Zhang Xiaoqiang trouble.

Think about it. He doesn't know what to do. He really played scoundrel, he was shameless, but he couldn't find a way to play scoundrel, and eventually he decided to play scoundrel.

The problem was solved. Wan Qiang was happy. He drank a bottle of industrial alcohol with his head up. After drinking it, he was depressed again. He had to make excuses to play scoundrel. He didn't even have excuses. How could he play scoundrel?

After drinking three or five bottles of white wine, Wanqiang asked the girl to put a few bottles on him. The girl couldn't find the worst bottle of white wine. She asked someone to carry a pot of industrial alcohol. She added a few spoons of cool water and swayed it. She took the pot and sent it to Wanqiang's table.

In case Qianqiang looks at the plastic pot that can hold 10 kg, it's fun, she's attracted to the girl, she thinks she's too understanding, she thinks she should be rewarded, touched it in her pants pocket for half a day, took out a rice ticket in the girl's hand, as a tip.

The shape of the rice ticket is a bit strange, unlike the rice ticket she usually sees, she thought it was a large rice ticket, she felt a little sorry for Wan Qiang, turned back to the bright backstage of the light, open her palms and look, the girl almost fainted, the rice ticket is the smallest rice ticket issued in the camp.

The smallest rice ticket is a kilo. This rice ticket was ripped off by three quarters, with only one quarter remaining. There is also a skewed pen on it that says' When two or five ’. No wonder she can't recognize it. This is a modified rice ticket.

“Thief bald, when I'm 250, you're a bird to drink...”

At the end of the show in front, Zhang Xiaoqiang and enjoyed the wine slowly, the potato sitting next to him was a little strange, his eyes sparked, his breathing was short, his eyes stared at several women on the stage, his white thighs, his busty chest made him blind, the potato head found for the first time that the woman's body was so fatally attracted to him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang could not help but think of himself and his age in general. He was also curious about the opposite sex and tempted to see the sexually transmitted diseases propaganda pictures on the street promo board.

It was summer, he stared at his bike, with a fierce and fierce heart, with an unknown vision of the mystery, sweated, after more than an hour of journeying, finally reached the sanitary epidemic station, found the propaganda railing standing beside the public toilet, when he saw those striking photographs, his young heart was deeply damaged, how many times since then he has been afraid of Miss Roadside and lost his passion?

“Yam, the eyeballs are falling out, can't bear to go to the market to give yourself to the lady for the first time. ”

Zhang Xiao emphasized that he was holding potatoes, causing Zhang Xiaoqiang to sit and hold the bottle of wine in front of him, frowned. He felt that Zhang Xiaoqiang really wanted to smoke. He wanted to be unable to get past himself from the end of his headband. Plus, he drank a little more wine. He had some impulse to leapfrog and wanted to understand the passion of fighting in the bar.

Just as Zhang Xiaoqiang was looking for trouble, the light dimmed, leaving only an egg-sized light column in the middle of the stage, Zhang Xiaoqiang's gaze was transferred to the stage, the light column slowly swayed, swimming around the stage, slower and slower, and finally parked on a high-heeled shoe dressed in gold wire and adorned with rubies.

A white, delicate pencil slip in high heels, red wrist, thin round, soft toes are also vivid, like a few raw little rabbits, shy and hidden from sight.

Move the lamp column up and across the full, firm calf, under the bright light, whiter skin than the white jade, crystal clear to open the eyes of Xiaoqiang. Naturally, you can see the pores above are firm, the skin is smooth and delicate. Unlike what others have said, the skin feels very poor. Looking at the skin tone and skin, Zhang Xiaoqiang has initially determined that the yogi above is a hybrid.

The light column slowly moved over her long, thin thigh, and lit on her smooth belly. The area of her belly button was decorated with a cat-eyed gem. Before everyone could see it clearly, the light column moved up again.

“Phew..." Zhang Xiaoqiang sprayed out, no reaction action after the spray, let the liquor in the corner of the mouth flow along the lips to the chin, dropped onto the collar, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes as straight as the previous potato, the eyes beads pressed out, before the idea of looking for Wanqiang to fight, he had thrown it into Java.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was surrounded by different women * * *. Yuan's meaning was hemispherical, seemingly small, not really large. Shangguan Qiaoyun's was very large, but also relatively large. It suited her physique very well.

In front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang remembered the first moment he saw the lyric "Zhumu Lang... Ma..."

Not only was Zhang Xiaoqiang attracted, Wanqiang was also attracted. Seeing that pair of big milk to break his chest coat, his eyes glared up and fantasized about what the owners of those big milk were like.

When she reached her chest, the columns of light scattered, and the stage became bright. A blonde beauty stood on stage and looked down at the light of her soul.

At first glance, Zhang Xiaoqiang and Wanqiang lost interest at the same time. Yangxiao was 1 meter 8 tall and Zhang Xiaoqiang's neck was acidified when she stood on stage. Such a tall beauty was insensitive to his gratitude. He was only 1 meter 78 after his second development. He was already somewhat confident. When he saw this woman who did not know whether it was a meter 83 or a meter 85, Zhang Xiaoqiang definitely did not want to think of any distortion.

Wan Qiang doesn't look good either. He thinks the yogi is too short, too thin, too small in the ass, too thin in the waist and limbs, doesn't fit his aesthetics. The beauty in his heart is at least one meter and ninety-five, fat and strong, able to stand on his thighs, able to run horses on his arms, as if he has mutated, and his needs for women have changed.

Wan Qiang didn't look hard, I always felt that the slut above twisted around, like a monkey climbing to the steel pipe, Wan Qiang was anxious for her, you said it was best to climb to the top, you go away, I'll keep looking down.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is also not interested in steel pipe dance. He is interested in strip dance. He likes to be a little more direct. If the foreign chick takes off her clothes now, he will make a comparison of the body of the Eastern beauty in the first place, and then walk away. He should see everything he sees. Why stay here? As for the girl who bought the wine, he'd forgotten.

Wan Qiang couldn't watch, 15 kg of industrial alcohol to drink white water, always felt a little uncomfortable, what was it, he couldn't find the feeling for a moment, half a dozen, he thought he must have drank so much alcohol to pee, got up and was ready to go to the toilet.

Wan Qiang was used to drinking a bottle of wine, and he lined up the empty bottle at his feet. Five empty bottles had been turned over long ago. Wan Qiang stood up and stepped on five empty bottles. Just when he got up, the bottle slipped away. Wan Qiang was carried by the bottle and could not stand steadily. He took a step back and mixed it on the kilo of steel water tank he had moved.

Then Wan Qiang lost his balance, shouted briefly, fell on the floor and made a loud "touch...” sound, Zhang Xiaoqiang held the glass in his left hand, bored with POSS, heard a wind around him, a loud noise, frightened, dropped the glass and got up ready to fight.