Chapter 270: Is it porridge?

Huang Lingling is going to be transferred to the municipal bureau, which is a happy thing after all.
However, Zhao Gangzhang was somewhat lost.
Because after being transferred to the Municipal Bureau, Huang Lingling will not be in Huangyun District, but will go to the downtown area. Moreover, Huang Lingling will definitely be more busy at that time, and the business of the tea shop is basically unable to take care of it. Already.
"I'll transfer my shares." Huang Lingling hesitated and said, "After going to the city bureau, things will be a lot, and I don't have time to visit the store."
"no need."
Guo Furong on the side said, "I'll make your share too, so please invite someone personally, Lingling. As a leader, you have to find an opportunity to take our tea shop out of Huangyun District. The districts are all over, and that makes money. "
"Our shop is mainly fired because there is no place in Huangyun District."
镚 Zhao Gangchen said, "Other areas have already been imitated, mainly because our characteristics are not strong, and others can imitate."
"That's true too."
Guo Furong said, "However, at least in Huangyun District, our signboard is the loudest and the most profitable. Next, I plan to do some activities to drink and drink."
"Let's discuss it slowly."
镚 Zhao Gangchen said, "Sister Lingling is an official in the evening, shall we go out for a drink?"
"I agree!"
Guo Furong shouted, "To celebrate in the evening."
"I'll treat you that night!" Huang Lingling laughed, "Let's not get drunk!"
"it is good!!"
The three of them left the Binhe community happily side by side, and then found a place to cook a few dishes and ate and drank.
Because it was a happy event, the three of them drank very much. The three of them drank three cases of beer. Zhao Gangye was one and a half boxes, and the two sisters added up to one and a half boxes.
I drank until a little more than one night, and the three talents went back home together.
Guo Furong was half drunk, but Huang Lingling was completely drunk. Zhao Gangzhen was basically fine.
He first brought Guo Furong who was spit into the room, and then Zhao Gangzhen sent Huang Lingling back to the room.
Huang Lingling was drunk and dim, leaning on the bed, looking at Zhao Gangchen who was wiping her face with a towel, and said, "Gangao, you are so good."
"Of course I am."
镚 Zhao Gangzhen said while washing her face, "This year I went to the kitchen under the hall like this, rolled the sheets, and there are too few men who please you every time."
"Cut ..."
Huang Lingling poked her lips and said, "You love bragging, hum, a little fart who is only eighteen years old. What kind of sheets can I roll, show one for my sister?"
镚 Zhao Gang 镚 smiled and said, "Sister Lingling, you are drunk."
"I'm not drunk yet."
Drunk people seem to hate others most to say that she is drunk. Huang Lingling is no exception. Huang Lingling, who was originally weak, caught Zhao Gangzheng directly after hearing what Zhao Gangzheng said. Give me an arithmetic problem. "
"What is 1111 times 1111?"
镚 Zhao Gangzhen asked casually.
"1111 times 1111?" Huang Lingling frowned, frowned, and froze her fingers, said a long time later, "the fingers are not enough."
"Finger toes."
镚 Zhao Gang 镚 joked.
Huang Lingling actually crossed her legs, counted with her toes, and later said, "The toes are not enough."
"Go to bed."
Zhao Gang 镚 smiled helplessly.
"No, roll the sheets, roll one for me!"
Huang Lingling took Zhao Gangzhen's hand and said, shaking, "People want to see the roll sheets."
"This one can't get alone."
镚 Zhao Gangzhen put the towel aside and said, "Okay, I'm asleep."
"Let's get off now."
Huang Lingling said, pulling Zhao Gangzhen to the front, and then fell down onto the bed.
"Yo, roll the sheets!"
Huang Lingling rolled herself up and down on the bed, but Zhao Gangzhen's body was pulled by Huang Lingling, and she fell on the bed, just pressing on Huang Lingling's body.
"Come on, roll the sheets."
Huang Lingling hugged Zhao Gangzhang and rolled up on the bed.
For a while, Zhao Gangzhang was helpless, nephrite was pregnant, and he was not the incompetent Liu Xiahui, all of a sudden there was a reaction, not to mention Huang Lingling tightly embraced Zhao Gangzhang at this time, and his legs were tangled with Zhao Gangzhang's In one place, the legs of the two were staggered, and the body was tighter.
"Roll sheet, roll sheet, oh, what is against me!"
Huang Lingling stretched out her hand in doubt, grabbed a stick, and held it firmly.
镚 Zhao Gang slammed an excitement and called, "Sister Lingling, don't."
怎么 "How can I put a stick in my pocket, always stand against me, come and show it to my sister."
As Huang Lingling said, she put her hand into Zhao Gangzhen's pants.
"My grass!"
When Zhao Gangzhang's little steel bounce was caught by Huang Lingling's little hand, Zhao Gangzhang couldn't help but say a word, but Huang Lingling was like pulling a carrot, pulling Xiaogang bounce and pulling it out. Pushed his hand in, then pulled out ...
This is exactly the same action.
"Fuck!"
Zhao Gangzhen couldn't help it, the pleasure under him was too strong. For Zhao Gangzhen, a place that hasn't really cracked down with women. For men ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This is really exciting.
"Why can't you take it out, Gang Zhi, won't your stick be in your pocket?"
Huang Lingling opened 惺忪 eyes, released the hand that held Zhao Gang ，, then bent down, put her head on Zhao Gang 镚 's stomach, and looked at the stick she was holding.
"Grass, I can't stand it!"
镚 Zhao Gang 镚 bit his teeth, the pleasure under him has reached its peak, Zhao Gang 镚 's body shivered a few times.
Crackling.
"Oh, something sticks to someone's face!"
Huang Lingling touched her face strangely, a sticky thing stuck to her face, Huang Lingling grabbed the thing, then looked at her hand.
For nothing.
"what is this?"
Huang Lingling looked at the hand in doubt, and then put her hand to her nose and sniffed.
"Strange taste, is it porridge? Gang Gang, won't you hide the porridge in a stick?"
As Ling said, Huang Lingling put out her tongue and licked it.
唔 "Oh, it's not tasty, it's spoiled, it's salty."
Huang Lingling frowned, rubbed her hands on Zhao Gang's pants, and arched into Zhao Gang's arms, saying, "I'm stuck, I'm going to sleep."
镚 Zhao Gangchen looked at Huang Lingling's face and hands and the seeds of life left on her pants, and she felt a pain and happiness.