Chapter 228: Can't get on?

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Chapter 228 Can't Get On?
The beautiful and pretty Qing Qing people crouched down to release Fang's boots, Fang Jie was startled by subconscious dodge. But he instantly felt that his appearance was not a competent hacker, and then he smiled to hide his embarrassment: "No hurry, how about drinking a few glasses of wine first?"
The Qingren hummed, and stood up and poured wine for Fang Jie.
Fang Xie sat down again and asked, "What's your name?"
The girl's face was a trained professional smile, just like the green peach, and the deliberate charm was not too successful: "My name is Zhuang Die, what is the name of the boy?"
"Zhuang Die?"
Fang Xie instantly thought of Zhuang Zhoumengdie, but how could this world have this story.
"My last name is Fang"
Fang Jie smiled and answered.
"Fang Gongzi"
Zhuang Die cried, and raised the wine glass to Fang Jie's lips. She seemed to hesitate a moment, and finally sat up with courage and sat on Fang Jie's leg. This is what she has learned over the years, and although she hasn't actually used it yet, she knows how to please men.
Fang Xie's body was slightly stiff, but did not stop Zhuang Die from sitting down. After all, today he plays a golden guest who is looking for love. He sends Zhuang Die to the lips to drink the wine, smelling the body fragrance of the girl. If you change the environment, maybe Fang Xie will not be so uncomfortable. But in a place like a blue building, he is unavoidably a little awkward. After all, the thinking of the previous life prevented him from enjoying the service of a woman in a blue house naturally, and there was still a kind of embarrassment in his heart.
"where are you from?"
He intends to distract himself, after all, he is not a saint, after all, it is a bit difficult to sit in confusion.
"do not know……"
Zhuang Die smiled and shook her head: "I was bought by my mother at a very young age and studied art in this building. My mother seems to have told me that my hometown should be somewhere in the south of the river. There are too many children in the family and it is impossible to spend money. Day, so I sold me and an older sister. As for who it is, my mother forgot, how could I know. "
Although she was laughing when she said this, she looked sad and sad.
Fang Jie looked at her expression, but found that there was not much sincerity in it. The pitiful and miserable appearance pretends to be nine or nine points, and he immediately wakes up. Poor clothing is also one of the means by which the woman in the Qinglou court pleases the man. The guest feels that she is pitiful, and she will be rewarded with more gold and silver.
Then think that most of this girl really came to this building when she was very young, there is really no concept of hometown. But she did not look so euphemistic in her heart. Fang Jie knew that such innocent people were cash cows in the building and would be sold for a high price for the first time. So before picking up customers, they are usually raised as a lady. Eat well, dress well, no one is abusing them, and they are not bought by forced abduction. They already know what kind of life they are going to face.
It's not pity to say pitiful, but to gain more money.
Everyone said that the opera was meaningless-Zi was ruthless, and Fang Xie had no prejudice against the women in the blue house, but today they did appreciate some of their skills, and said that the woman was still young. If those red girls with long experience in personnel, if they pretend to be pitiful and cute, they must be good actors.
"Oh……"
Fang Jie said, "It's a bit pitiful in my life, rest assured, I will be fine in the future."
Zhuang Die was so pleased that she was confused by this boy, so she put her head on Fang Jie's chest and said, "This is a poor man, where is a good day. I just hope that the boy will be gentle for a while, but do n’t make it It hurts me. If the son doesn't give up, just come back and see my poor man from time to time. "
Having said this, she began to scramble for Fang Jie. The that had begun to take shape rubbed back and forth on Fang Jie's chest, and a pair of slender hands held Fang Jie's neck directly. Fang Jie saw her pure and could not bear to start. At this moment, I came to my senses, this is a blue building, how could I be so idiot?
If she didn't come by herself today, she said at this time that she might be pitiful around the neck of others.
Thinking of this, Fang Jie had no guilt. He pours his mouth into Zhuang Die's clothes and kisses him casually in the collar, and Zhuang Die's nose makes a few sweet moans. Even though it was known that the moaning was performed, Fang Jie was still in a state of mind.
The young girl learned what she learned, and soon Fang Jie's breath became thick. The thing underneath was also restless, the girl straddling-sit on him, petite hip-flap rubbing back and forth, the taste was incredible. Zhuang Die put Fang Jie's hand on her hip, and began to unbutton her clothes. Only two of them were unlocked, and a fair piece of watery skin shook Fang Jie's eyes.
According to the practice of the Central Plains, women marry at the age of 13 or 14. This Zhuang Die is also 15 or 6 years old. If she says in ordinary people, she must have become a mother. But there was only personnel in this blue building, and it was inevitable that there was some nervousness. The learned abilities are a bit green, but after all, the girls themselves are charming enough.
After being so close for ten minutes, Zhuang Die's breathing increased quickly. She could feel the gigantic giant underneath her, remembering what the girls said when they laughed, and bumped like a deer in her heart. How can you cope with such a big thing in a while? But when she thought of the older and happier those sisters said, she was looking forward a little.
She peeled off her blouse to reveal the red tube top inside. The girl's healthy and tender skin was revealed, and the flowers with buds were generally tempting. When she held Fang Jie's hand to put on her chest, the big-handed boy suddenly pulled back into the hand when he saw that big hand was about to cover his breasts: "Still drink a few bars first . "
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Fang Xie hugged Zhuang Die who was drunk and put it on the bed, and tried to make sure she was drunk and unconscious. Then she was relieved. Take off the quite large Jinyi, revealing a strong black dress inside.
He took a black mask from the skin around his waist to cover his face. He first went to the door and listened, then checked whether the door was inserted properly. When he was ready, he opened the back window and looked out, and when no one turned back, he jumped out. When I was outside, I hooked the window sill with one hand and closed the window with one hand.
The backyard of the Crescent Building is a separate residence for those high-ranking red girls, one by one. Fang Jie fell in a yard, fluttering quietly. When turning out of this courtyard, Fang Jie faintly saw two people in the room intertwined with each other, and the groaning moaning sounded into his ears recklessly.
Fang Jie could not help but shook his head and smiled, turning over the wall.
Along the alley behind Xinyuelou, Fangjie Cheetah walked through the night like night. Soon they ran across two alleys and stopped outside the courtyard of a house. He listened attentively for a while, then jumped up to the wall without realizing what was abnormal. This yard is not too small. The house in front was dark and apparently uninhabited, but the back was lit with lights.
Fang Xie came down from the wall and quickly passed through the front yard to the back by Moonlight. He hid behind a tree and looked into the lighted room. The light reflected a person's shadow on the window and seemed to be pacing back and forth. It seems that such a large yard is only living alone in the house.
Fang Jie approached the room lightly and leaned against the window and listened.
There was only the sound of footsteps moving back and forth, and the pace was a bit messy. Often when someone is doing this alone, he is obviously restless, and he doesn't know what troubles the man in the house encounters. Fang Jie thought to myself that I will help you out today. Who can tell us that we are old friends?
Just as he stood up to blow the prepared smoke in, the people in the room suddenly whispered.
"Sneaky little thief, this is also where you come to make trouble? Grandpa is in a bad mood today, it's just you it!"
Fang Jie was startled, and said that this man was extremely alert. It was actually discovered by him that he was about to stand up and prepare for the battle, but did not see any action from the people in the room, and waited for a while before the solution was clear. The guy in the room didn't find himself at all, but he didn't know what secrets he was hiding. If so, he would not say so many times a night. Only when a person is extremely nervous can he have such a near-mad response.
Fang Xie knows that the people in the house should have a minimum of five or five grades of cultivation, and it is not difficult to deal with such people in terms of his strength. Difficulty is difficult to make people aware, in case the shouting of people in the room will inevitably attract the officers and men of the patrol.
He wanted to use the smoke to bring down the people in the house, but now he suddenly changed his mind. After fumbling for a while, he threw the small bottle filled with smoke into the corner. A click came out, the shadow of the man in the room was rigid, followed by a bang and pushed away by the window. A knife-shaped figure flew out of the room like a nighthawk, and went straight to the sound. local.
As soon as the man came out, Fang Xie grew up and lightly rolled into the room. The man turned around in the yard and soon found the bottle of cigarette smoke. Picking up the bottle and looking at it, the man sneered and whispered to himself, "It's actually a dead thief who dared to come in here, but he has good skills. I didn't even notice it outside the room."
This fancier is only used by the thirsty thieves. How can a famous master put down his identity and use this? But Fang Jie didn't have this awareness.
The man turned around in the yard and jumped over the wall and looked. Make sure no one is back with a crossbow and then come back ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Jump into the house from the window and close the window again. He turned around and saw a man in black squinting at himself. He was frightened and broke out subconsciously.
This knife actually brought out a lingering anger, but before it could be issued, the man in black had already punched his small abdomen with a punch. The strength of this punch was beyond imagination. The man turned towards him. Before the next turn was too late to shout, the man in black covered his mouth. The man in black cut his palm again on his neck, and the man fell down softly.
Fang Xie took the extremely tough beef tendon rope out of the skin and tied the man firmly. After he was tied up, he blocked his mouth again, and then he took a closer look at the room. This man guarded the house so carefully, there must be something to make him nervous.
Fang Xie searched the room for a while, but found nothing. Because he could not delay too long, although he wanted to look for it carefully, he could only leave quickly after all. He was worried that in case his fellow party returned, it would be difficult for him to get out again. It was the only time he was here to catch up with the good times, and of course he had to leave quickly.
Fang Xie carried the man on his shoulders without blowing out the candles. He stepped out of the window and stepped on the man's footprints before leaving.
He rushed out of the two alleys at a stretch, carefully avoiding the street officers, and threw the man under a locust tree and immediately turned away. While he was gone, the Shen Fan, which had been waiting for half an hour on the locust tree, drifted down, cuddling the man to leave quickly and disappearing into the night.
Fang Jieyuan returned to Xinyuelou. When he passed the courtyard, the people in the house were still in love. Fang Jie secretly said good health, and then drilled back to Yuxuan through the rear window.
Quickly changed the clothes, Fang Jie sat by the bed and watched that Zhuang Die, who was mostly asleep, had faded away.
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