Chapter 259

Yang Jiao said with a smile, listen to you say, we women, is a little too sad to rush a bit, simply become a man's choice.

In fact, Xiao Jian poured a glass of wine to himself. It's just that you didn't think it over. And, compared to now, your embarrassing position has improved a lot. Be content. It's not easy to live. As far as you women are concerned, no matter what ambition, plot or talent you have, it's useless. Although there is only one Empress Wu in Chinese history. However, she may not live like a village woman. Believe it.

Yang Jiao thought about it and nodded: maybe what you said is really reasonable. If you think about it carefully, what's the use of women in fighting. Successful, strong women, but there are a few strong women who are very nourishing. If you don't mix well, you'll marry a wimp and be confused all your life. Ah, think about it. It's really boring to live here.

Xiao Jian laughed and said: it's really meaningless to live, but it's better than to die. Being able to live is not necessarily a kind of happiness in itself. OK, so much. Let's do one.

Yang Jiao nodded: "well, today I will accompany the wolf with my life."

Xiao Jian laughs and touches the cup with Yang Jiao. They drink it all together.

Yang Jiao took this glass of wine by his nose and drank it at one go. After drinking it, he immediately put the glass on the table and covered his forehead with his hand: "Oh, my mother, I really can't do it. I've drunk more than half a jin of liquor today. It's too much. I'm going to be confused. Come on, dead man. Take me to bed. I'll lie down for a while

Xiao Jiao got up and put down his soft sword

Xiao Jian is helpless, embracing Yang Jiao's neck and knees, and embracing Yang Jiao. Looking at Yang Jiao's symmetrical figure, he thought he didn't weigh much. Unexpectedly, Xiao Jian didn't pick him up. With a little effort, he lifted Yang Jiao from his chair. Yang Jiao quickly put his arm around Xiao Jian's neck.

Xiao Jian came to the bed with Yang Jiao in his arms. He threw Yang Jiao on the bed and gasped for breath. He said, "I'll go. How much do you weigh? It's about 150 Jin.

Xiao Jian's two hands grab Yang Jiao's pair of Haoru, rub them hard, and begin to bang bang. When Yang Jiao is on the bed, Yang Jiao begins to sing warblers and birds, which is sweet and sweet. The eternal rhythm since ancient times starts again at the junction of Yang Jiao's and Xiao Jian's bodies.

After nearly half an hour, Xiao Jian is lying on Yang Jiao, who is full of sweat.

After a few minutes together, Yang Jiao got up to put on his clothes and said, "if you're not afraid, you can rest here. Hu Liancheng won't come back. I have to get up to work. It's almost seven

Xiao Jian pinched a few times in Yang Jiao's Ru room and said, "what are you doing? If you go a little late, you won't die. I won't deduct your salary."

Yang Jiao stood on the bed and twisted his Pigu a few times. He put on his trousers and once again leaned over Xiao Jian's body. He gave Xiao Jian a kiss on his mouth. He narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "you say that the mayor of the town, it's nothing to go early or late. No one dares to take care of you. Can I do it. No one says I am in calculation, and some people doubt that I am with you. Cut, have a brain

Xiao Jian said with a smile: "what you think is quite comprehensive. By the way, it's not Sunday. Do you use it to work?"

Yang Jiao put on his clothes and laughed: "Sunday, that was yesterday. Everyone went to work yesterday because they knew you were coming back and organized to go there spontaneously. It's Monday, fool

Hearing the speech, Xiao Jian suddenly got up from the bed: "it's broken. I almost missed my big event..."