Rebirth Enchanted Xiangjiang

So, hold down Zhong Chuhong and fight again.

"Have you taken it?" Qiao Feng asked Zhong Chuhong, who was also limp and muddy.

"Birds" answered him with the words that Zhong Chuhong rolled his eyes weakly.

"The beast is the beast, it's better than the beast." Qiao Feng smiled.

Zhang Ailing said that the nearest channel to a woman's heart is the yin and the way, which is shocking, but not unreasonable.

For the first time that she lost last night, Zhong Chuhong had no feelings or memories, but the two times after waking up in the morning, she felt clearly. The tide of pleasure made her feel weak.

Looking at the handsome face in front of him, this is the man who has taken away his innocence for more than 20 years. Suddenly Zhong Chuhong has a feeling of just doing this, accepting his fate.

So he flicked Qiao Feng's cheek with his hand, and asked in a soft, complicated mind: "What is your name and how old is it?"

Feeling Zhong Chuhong's unwillingness to admit his fate, Qiao Feng grabbed Zhong Chuhong's delicate hand and kissed it lightly, and smiled and said: "My name is Qiao Feng, and everyone who is familiar with it will call me Qiao's helper. You can call me Afeng. Years old, I'm three years younger than you. Female junior holds gold bricks. It seems that I am going to post."

"It's just you? Qiao's leader" Zhong Chuhong couldn't help laughing out loud, cast a blank glance and teased: "You look like Qiao's leader, I think you are very similar to Murongfu, the same beast, hypocrite."

"Murongfu is also very good, handsome, good kung fu, and good family background. Look at the maids around them. The cousins ​​are all big beauties. They are simply winners in life. Life is like this. What a husband can do." Qiao Feng didn't think Yi also said shamelessly with envy.

"Asshole, Da Selang" Zhong Chuhong jealously twisted Qiao Feng's waist.

"Ah" the painful Qiao Feng yelled loudly.

"Take it lightly" Zhong Chuhong hurriedly covered Qiao Feng's mouth, then carefully looked at the door of the room, and said nervously: "What if you shout so loudly, let your parents hear?"

That cautious fear of being caught and raped on the bed made Qiao Feng laugh, and Zhong Chuhong wanted to cover his mouth again. Qiao Feng held her in his arms and leaned in her ear and said, "Don't worry, I Mom left early, even if the voice is louder, she can't hear her."

"Then there is your old bean," Zhong Chuhong said grimly.

"My old bean died when I was a child. If he can hear him, you will be hell." Qiao Feng smiled again.

"Go, there is no such thing as an old beanie" Zhong Chuhong said, slapping off the thief's hand that was walking around her delicate body.

"Your mother saw you take me last night..." Zhong Chuhong stopped talking shyly.

"Don't worry, my mother will come back every night after the store closes in the early morning. She was not at home when we came back, and even if she came back, she would not come up to the second floor" Qiao Feng explained with a smile.

Qiao Feng's body is just 18 years old and he is no longer going to school. He followed a gang of gangsters all day long, but after being knocked from the back of his head, he let the current Qiao Feng possess his soul.

Now there is only one widow mother in the family, named Lin Wanqing, 36 years old, she is very beautiful and dignified, and she has the temperament of everybody. Lin Wanqing’s father was a professor in China earlier, and he was considered scholarly. Let Lin Wanqing develop such a temperament.

Later, in 49 years, I brought my only daughter from the mainland to Hong Kong. At that time, I was a professor and still had little assets in his hands, and I lived well in Hong Kong.

When they came to Hong Kong, the Lin family met Qiao Zhiyong’s family, who were also from the mainland. The situation of Qiao Zhiyong’s family and Lin Wanqing’s family were almost carved out of the same model, except for not being a professor. They were all intellectual families. Then they arrived in Hong Kong in 1988. , The same background and experience, once you come and go, you will become familiar.

But Qiao Zhiyong's family was not as rich as the Lin's family, and life was very miserable. Even if the Lin's family helped them, Qiao Zhiyong's parents died of illness within a few years.

A few years later, when Lin Wanqing was 18 years old, her father felt that her body was not good enough, so Lin Wanqing and Qiao Zhiyong, who had grown up with childhood sweethearts, were married. The next year was before Qiao Feng was born, the old man. Also died of illness.

The old man had a good abacus and wanted Qiao Zhiyong to take care of his daughter. As a result, Qiao Zhiyong was also a short-lived person. When Qiao Feng was three years old, he was stabbed to death by someone who blocked the road and was robbed.

Except for his son Qiao Feng, Lin Wanqing only has the current two-story building with a total of more than 400 square meters, plus a tea restaurant with the same two-story building.

Lin Wanqing relied on her family's tea restaurant on the radio channel to pull Qiao Feng up. Qiao Feng was very obedient as a child, but the older he became, the more rebellious and disobedient. Lin Wanqing wanted to control but couldn't control it.

As a result, Qiao Feng was as short-lived as his father. He was beaten to death with a stick, allowing the soul from the future generations to occupy his body.

This is the beginning and end of Qiao Feng’s bizarre journey. Qiao Feng would naturally be unacceptable for a while. For two days he was drinking and drinking and wanted to use alcohol to paralyze himself. As a result, he met Zhong Chuhong who was in a bad mood and was drunk. After throwing up a face, Zhong Chuhong fainted after vomiting, and again kindly picked Zhong Chuhong back home, and the two of them fell asleep without knowing what happened.

My god, I slept with Zhong Chuhong, who was called Marilyn Monroe of Hong Kong, and took one blood. I don't know how many bloods are in the second blood. Is this lucky or lucky?

Even with Zhong Chuhong in his arms, Qiao Feng still feels as unreal as if he was hit in the head by a five million lottery ticket, which is a strange fight to travel to Hong Kong.

After staying warm for a while, Zhong Chuhong remembered that he didn't return home last night. He didn't know what was going on at home, so he hurriedly used Qiao Feng's phone to call home to report safety.

There was a stern questioning sound from a man over there. Zhong Chuhong mumbled a few words, hung up the phone with a clatter, and then hurriedly put on dirty clothes and simply painted makeup and tidied up to go home to report.

Qiao Feng put on the newly found T-shirt, and the shorts were about to send Zhong Chuhong home, but Zhong Chuhong refused. He only left the address of his home and a phone number that he can contact. Zhong's family does not have a phone. The phone number is for a nearby grocery store. In the shop.

Watching Zhong Chuhong frown, and after he got into the taxi with his legs, Qiao Feng turned around and walked to his tea restaurant.

The place is not far away, just a few minutes away from the residence.

I opened the door and went in. As soon as I was about to say hello to my mother who was sitting behind the cashier, I heard a person talking loudly, and listened carefully to a story about two old people.

Someone next to me interjected: "Pop Jiezi, you said you were a screenwriter before, is this the TV script you wrote?"

"You are wrong, this is the screenplay for me, and it will be the first movie I directed"