Chapter 39: Hey! my waist

Lying quietly in bed and looking at the top of the cave, "It’s another day. Is this the first few days when I came out from home?" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought boringly. "How do you want to drink that glass yesterday?" Zhang Keqiang, who was pulled by Yang Keer, felt that the chrysanthemum was tight.
"Early! Uncle!" Yang Keer stood in front of the bed and asked Zhang Xiaoqiang about Good Morning.
Through the light that the crack in the stone wall penetrated, Zhang Xiaoqiang blinked and looked at Yang Keer standing in front of him. Yang Keer seems to be a little different from weekdays. There are different feelings that can't be said.
Yang Kerer’s hair is tied to the right side of the horse’s tail. The hair is fluffy and black and shiny. The two big eyes are curved like a crescent moon. The nose was slightly wrinkled, and the rosy lips were a small silver tooth that was as fine as a porcelain shell, and was slightly exposed with Yang Ke's smile.
There are two small dimples on the face of the bright and clean melon seeds. There is no blush on the cheeks, but there are two healthy and natural blushes, with the small chin slightly tilted outwards, like a delicate sun flower. Coupled with a camouflage suit, the whole body is a small, graceful flower.
Today, Yang Keer is as dazzling as a sunflower, and Yao Xiaoqiang is faint, "Nothing!" Zhang Xiaoqiang despised himself, how to say that he also read three hundred pieces of the film, how can the old bird who sees the white face be small? What is the stun of the girl?
"Yeah! Uncle, you seem to be young today!" Yang Keer discovered the New World, and was a little surprised.
"Ha! Really?" Zhang Xiaoqiang touched the chin's beauty. "Does the rain have a cosmetic effect?" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought quietly.
"Really, really, you used to look like my dad, and now look like my uncle is young!" Yang Keer said vowed, in order to prove her words, she looked around for a small mirror and showed him .
"..." Zhang Xiaoqiang was deeply hit, and now his title has been reduced from uncle to uncle. "I am not a quirk!" Zhang Xiaoqiang screamed in his heart.
"If you continue, you may be able to change from an uncle to a brother!" Yang Keer added.
"Brother?" Zhang Xiaoqiang flashed an old song in his heart.
Sister, you boldly go forward.
Go back and go back
Tongtian's road
9,999,999,000
Sister, you boldly go forward.
Go back and go back
Tongtian's road
9,999,999,000
Sister, you boldly go forward.
Go back and go back
From then on, you set up the red embroidered building.
Throwing red hydrangea
Just hitting my head.
Drink a pot with you.
Red sorghum
Red sorghum
Sister, you boldly go forward.
Go back and go back
"Uncle, you see!" Yang Keer did not know where to pull out a small mirror to Zhang Xiaoqiang, interrupted his YY.
"Hey... haha..." Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the little white face in the small mirror and smiled.
Before the end of the world, when Zhang Xiaoqiang was still a otaku, the mirror was a little fat man with a dumbness and a weak body. Now he is a young man with a skin white and tender and slightly handsome, about 27 years old. He has a chin on his chin. It still looks a bit masculine.
Zhang Xiaoqiang touched his chin and looked at the mirror and sighed a classic line: "Young is really good!"
"Uncle, when do you eat, hungry!" Yang Keer once again interrupted Zhang Xiaoqiang's solitude.
"Hey, hey..." The spatula flew up and down in the iron pan, and the bacon cabbage was twirled in the iron pan. A seductive scent spread to the nose, and the locusts in the belly began to call. stand up.
A pot of white rice, a large plate of bacon stir-fried cabbage is steady on the simple table, Yang Keer quickly sandwiches the lean meat, disdain for the fat. Zhang Xiaoqiang was very depressed while watching, and he was very depressed to eat. "I also like to eat lean meat!" The heart made a silent cry.
If you can't bear it, you don't have to bear it! Zhang Xiaoqiang pinched all the lean meat into his bowl and then slowly tasted it.
"Uncle, how can you do this?" Yang Keer was very angry and angry. Looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes was very fierce. A poor middle peasant felt the deep hatred of the landlord class. It seems that Zhang Xiaoqiang should be regarded as the next moment. One foot stepped on death.
Zhang Xiaoqiang is letting you thunder and power, and I don’t move until I am burned by Yang Ke’s eyes.
"Hey! Or the face is not thick enough!" Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head and pulled out a piece of fat from the plate and put it in the bowl of Yang Keer. He said in an understatement: "Children are not allowed to picky eaters!"
"Small ghosts, sly ghosts, dead skins, I poke me to slay you!" Yang Keer whispered in his mouth, the chopsticks in his hand poked the fat in the bowl.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was not motivated to just bury his head to eat. The "squeaky" sound came from Yang Keer’s hand and looked up and saw Zhang Xiaoqiang staying.
A pair of chopsticks passed through the fat meat and passed the chopsticks from the bottom of the bowl. EbookFREE.me~Yang Keer loosened the chopsticks and looked at his right hand in a silly manner. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at his mouth with a big mouth. Through the chopsticks in the bowl, the rice grains in the mouth are falling from the corners of the mouth.
"There is a problem with the bowl!" Yang Keer said to Zhang Xiaoqiang.
"Uncle, you see! This stick is too strong!" Yang Keer held his hand and interrupted the two-horned horn gun to show Zhang Xiaoqiang.
"Ghost pull! Can you decide to deliberately break it? I don't know what I did?" Zhang Xiaoqiang thinks this is Yang Keer's revenge for just letting her eat fat.
"Oh! Really, don't believe you!" Yang Ker's right hand held the three fingers of the gun body, and the "card rub" gun body broke again. Zhang Xiaoqiang took a breath.
"You go to the bag of rice to see." The two stood on the edge of the grain, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Yang Keer.
"Uncle, you bully me, so heavy Dongdong I can do so!" Yang Keer complained that he went to the grain pile and raised a rice bag with both hands.
More than a hundred kilograms of rice bags were lifted on the chest like a balloon by Yang Keer. Yang Keer’s glutinous rice bag seemed to be very doubtful. One hand held the corner of the bag and turned a few turns in the air.
"Uncle? Is it cotton inside?" Yang Keer asked with suspicion.
"No! You throw me over and see!" After Zhang Xiaoqiang made a deep regret for his decision.
The rice bag hit the wind and slammed into Zhang Xiaoqiang, and the huge momentum knocked him to the ground.
"Hey! My waist!!!!" Zhang Xiaoqiang was screamed under the rice bag.
"Haha! Uncle, do you say that I am a superman? Hey! Superwoman, I am a superman, hahahaha..." Yang Keer said that the smugness of the hand is increased.
"Hey! Lightly, do you want to pinch me?" Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted in bed about Yang Keer who was giving him a waist massage.