80s: Little Sweet Wife

Wu Yue was arrested, and Yan Mingda was sent to the deep mountains and forests to be an ascetic. Almost all the annoying things were solved. Meimei felt relieved, and there were crayfish that could not be eaten every day, and the mood was even more beautiful!

But she always felt that something was forgotten by her, and she couldn't remember it for a while, and it floated in her mind from time to time, but she couldn't catch it.

"What's wrong with you, you're in a state of fascination, couldn't it be your man who squeezed you out last night?" Ren Qianqian winked vaguely at her brows, ill-intentioned.

This girl has completely released herself recently. She must have meat at every meal. She doesn't like meat, and her body is getting plump. She is as rich as the princess in the palace.

"The dog's mouth can't spit out ivory... Let's eat!" Meimei glared at her angrily.

Recently, this fat girl has become more and more unscrupulous in her speech. She dares to say anything out. It is estimated that she has already started eating meat, so she is cold and unscrupulous, and she especially likes to inquire about the idea of ​​​​the bed.

"A dog's mouth can only spit dog's teeth. If it could spit ivory, I would raise a house of dogs, pick up ivory every day and sell it for money, and then open a dog meat hot pot restaurant. Speaking of it, it should be half a shot of the **** dog meat stew, but it's a must, that taste. ... tsk tsk tsk... It's so sweet, I'll open a dog meat shop tomorrow, and the business is absolutely booming!"

Ren Qianqian's mouth was drooling, her eyes were shining, her mind was constantly calculating the principal of opening the store, and she even thought about the name of the store.

"If you eat it again, be careful that your family won't hold you until you get married!" Meimei teased deliberately, but she was telling the truth.

Ying Jugang is a typical southwesterner, with a medium stature and quite thin. Ren Qianqian's weight perfectly crushes him, so he should have the physical strength of Yinggang. How can a princess hug him at a wedding in the future?

Can't get overwhelmed!

Ren Qianqian's face changed slightly, and she looked down at her chubby body with a very serious expression.

"Yeah... The princess hug must be there... No, you have to act now!"

It's funny, "Are you going to lose weight again?"

"Why should I lose weight, let Ying Banpai go to the gym for two hours a day and get at least eight-pack abs!" Ren Qianqian gave her a big look and decided Ying Jugang's sad life in the future.

The corners of his brows and mouth twitched... Three seconds of silence for Ying!

"Hurry up and eat, I'm hungry." Ren Qianqian urged, she had been drawing human bodies all morning, and she was very tired, so she had to make up for it.

"I'm hungry too, let's go to the backstreet to eat, the food in the cafeteria can't be eaten." Meimei was also a little hungry, and proposed to go to the restaurant to eat, Ren Qianqian and Qiqi both responded.

"Hey, isn't that Sister Zhang?" Qi Qige's sharp eyes~www.readwn.com~ suddenly saw the woman sitting in the bushes in the flower bed eating lunch.

The woman was wearing a white-washed blue shirt with several patches on her elbows and armpits, as well as her trousers, but the stitching was fine, not too ugly, but still shabby.

Sister Zhang came to work at the school after the school started. She was in charge of the sanitation of the flower beds in the west courtyard of the school. She did a lot of work. It is said that Sister Zhang was a laid-off female worker in a textile factory. Her family conditions were not very good. Introduced her as a temporary worker.

Meimei and the others knew this sister Zhang because the mannequin they painted all morning was this sister Zhang.

Painting the human body is a compulsory course for students in the Academy of Fine Arts, but in relatively conservative China, there are very few people willing to be **** models. No one is willing to do it even if the bid is high. It's painted in front of a mirror.

This sister Zhang came to be a mannequin voluntarily, and paid 60 yuan for a painting, which was already a high salary at this time.

Meimei noticed that Sister Zhang was eating very crudely, with steamed buns for white water, and a packet of Peiling mustard, so she couldn't help frowning.