Master of the city

It is said that every time each country holds a sports meeting, the frequency of using artillery software in athletes' concentrated accommodation is particularly high.

There is a saying that the physical fitness of athletes is good, hormone secretion is strong, so the demand in that area is particularly large. Well, the demand for good health is strong. That's normal. That's it.

Well, it's not about black athletes or science. It's just a psychological comfort for Van Gogh after he wakes up.

I can't help it. After all, it was derailment. Although it was very good at that time, it still needs some psychological construction after the event.

"Brother fan, don't go out today, OK?"

Just as Zhang Fan was pondering, a lazy girl's voice came from the side. Zhang Fan looked down. Huang Yihan was looking at himself drowsily like last night. His appearance was particularly attractive. It's just that this morning her eyebrows are more feminine than yesterday.

Well, it's feminine. It's not an illusion. The last time she showed this expression, she was only a girl. Now she is a woman.

Think of here, Zhang Fan began to feel some big head.

There is a big difference between sleeping a girl and sleeping a woman.

If it's a woman, then after you get up, you can talk about being a fireman or something. You can only socialize in bed, don't get involved in other people's lives, or you can just pick up your pants and you won't know anyone. Let's have a good time. But girls are different. It's an honor for a man to turn a girl into a woman. After enjoying this honor, you have to be responsible!

"But I have to go out to work."

Zhang Fan is a little weak.

"Well, I know, but I, I'm still in pain. I hope you can accompany me for a long time."

Huang Yihan gently rubs Zhang Fan's body in his arms. Zhang Fan feels a damp heat on his thigh, and some hairy touch, which is very provocative to his nerves.

"Well, well, half a day. what do you want to eat? I'll get it for you. "

Zhang Fan around the girl's hands behind the conscious grasp for a while, suddenly, by the hands of the group buttock meat plump touch made a bit unable to move, five fingers seem to be the woman's tender skin to suck in the general.

"Well - brother fan, don't, don't make trouble. If you want to, tomorrow, tomorrow will be fine. I, I can't stand it."

What Zhang Fan didn't expect was that his little action made Huang Yihan nervous like a frightened rabbit, holding Zhang Fan's body and acting coquettishly.

"Well, that, I, I didn't mean to..."

After such an explanation, Zhang Fan felt a bit wrong again, as if he was shirking responsibility.

"Well, that's good. If you just want to feel it, you can do whatever you want, but don't do it below. I, I now understand why Xiaoying doesn't mind that at all, and she pulls me with you all day. I see, she just wants me to block the gun for her. "

"Hey, that girl Maybe that's what I think

Zhang Fan was a little embarrassed with a smile. Huang Yihan said that, which was a wake-up call for him. Before, he couldn't understand why the white girl was always dragging the hostess, so he understood. White girl has psychological problems, her demand for Zhang Fan is very low, and she doesn't want to be the only one at all. Her demand is just not to be abandoned. So she will try her best to satisfy Zhang Fan.

If Li Mengmei knew that Zhang Fan touched Huang Yihan that night and coughed, she would have to kneel down even if she didn't have to chop her hands or cut Xiao Zhang Fan

"I don't know who you have in your family. Did you grow up with your grandfather?"

See Zhang Fan did not continue to toss her meaning, Huang Yihan is also a sigh of relief, open mouth in Zhang Fan's chest gently bit, the tip of the tongue is also very not implicit in his small flesh pimple on a few times.

"Hey, I said you're playing with fire, don't you know?" Zhang Fan is very impolite with the hand in Huang Yihan's buttocks forced pinch. "How do you know I grew up with my grandfather?"

"Well, of course I know. I pinched and chewed the place yesterday, but I didn't eat enough when I was a child." Huang Yihan doodles, but one hand grabs Zhang Fan's hand and lets him cover his chest.

"It's not necessarily related. Besides, who doesn't like a baby with such a good taste?" Feel the girl's invitation, Zhang Fan's hand began to keep grasping up, make Huang Yihan's mouth issued an unbearable hum. "My brother seems to miss your sister a little bit."

"Come on, brother fan, stop it." Hearing Zhang Fan's hint, Huang Yihan immediately said, "brother fan, didn't you just ask me what I want to eat? I want to eat the dumplings from the family at the corner of the street. Would you go and buy them for me?"

This girl, is to play Weiwei save Zhao ah.

"Well, well, I'll buy the buns first, and then I'll eat your buns when I come back."After all, Zhang Fan just wanted to open his mind. He flirted with Huang Yihan, and then he began to put on his clothes. Hehe, this shameless guy turned out a pair of pink lace pants in his clothes, picked them up and shook them in front of Huang Yihan with a bad smile.

Although Huang Yihan has been upgraded to a woman, when he saw that his personal belongings were held by a man, he blushed uncontrollably, so he had to get up and grab them from Zhang Fan. However, as soon as he straightened up, he felt the stabbing pain and turned Zhang Fan's eyes with all kinds of amorous feelings.

Brother fan is not a casual person. Brother fan is not a casual person.

Seeing that the little beauty rolled her eyes, Zhang Fan directly gave a bad smile, put the little pants in her pocket, pulled the door open and ran away, totally ignoring Huang Yihan's angry scolding.

Zhang Fan strolled out of Huang Yihan's room and arrived at the lobby on the first floor in three or two steps. Yesterday was very late. Now it's more than nine o'clock. Xiao Liu opened the door of the hotel and saw Zhang Fan come out of Huang Yihan's room. Xiao Liu's face was also covered with a bad smile.

"Brother fan, did you become a bridegroom yesterday? In my opinion, don't call you shareholder in the future, just call your boss directly. "

"Don't talk nonsense. If you talk nonsense again, I won't give you a raise."

There's a little bit of cheekiness in Van Gogh.

"If you don't give me a raise, I'll run all over the world to find people and say, well, let your little girlfriend know that you came out of Yihan's room this morning, and see how you explain. I have to call Miss Bai. "

Xiao Liu takes out a note with a bad smile and shakes it in front of Zhang Fan's eyes. On it is written a series of numbers, as if Do you want to be really special? It's Bai Shuying's mobile phone number. Zhang Fan, that sweat, white girl, what do you want?

"Well, well, you're embarrassed. I won't talk nonsense. There's a monk looking for you in the rest area. I saw him meditating at the door when I opened the door in the morning. I was afraid that you and Yihan would have the second half. I didn't call you. Go and have a look."

Master monk?

Zhang Fan was a little puzzled. His sect has something to do with Taoism, but even so, he doesn't know a few Taoists. As for monks, there are few monks in Jiangzhou who have friendship with him, let alone the monks in these two Asia. Who is looking for him?

"Well, you can go to the street and buy a small cage bag for your sister Yihan. I'll see the monk."

Zhang Fan didn't forget Huang Yihan's order and asked Xiao Liu to close the door to buy it for her. Zhang Fan himself went to the rest area to meet the monk.

On the sofa in the rest area, an old monk with white hair and thin figure was meditating on it. He put his shoes on the ground in front of him. They were a pair of handmade straw sandals, very simple. The old monk's cassock is also very old and patched. However, although the old monk's clothes were old and shabby, they were very clean.

It's estimated that Xiao Liu is willing to let him in because it's clean.

"Hello, master. My name is Zhang Fan. Are you looking for me, master?"

"Amitabha, benefactor Zhang Fan. I've been waiting for benefactor for a long time."

The old monk slowly opened his eyes and made a check on Zhang Fan. Then he raised his hand and extended his palm forward to indicate that Zhang Fan would sit opposite him.

Zhang fanxin said that you are an old monk. How did you give me your seat in my own home?

Of course, the old monk Zhang Li and the old monk will not quarrel.

"Listen to the voice of the benefactor, you are from the north. I think you are new here. The poor monk is called Kongtian and is the abbot of Fayuan temple in Erya city."

"It turned out to be empty sky people, disrespect, disrespect."

Hearing that the old monk called himself Kongtian, Zhang Fan got up in a hurry and beat the old monk again.

When Xie Tianyuan told Zhang Fan about the imperial mansion, he mentioned the empty man.

Master refers to a monk who is strict in precepts and proficient in Buddhism. Huang Yihan mentioned before that he went to Fayuan temple for help, and the monks in the temple asked for 100000 incense. From this point of view, Fayuan temple is still very rich, but the clothes of this empty man are so simple, which shows that he is a real virtuous master.

"Benefactor, I'm very polite. I'm an old monk. I can't be called a master. I came here to ask benefactor for something."

"Master, please tell me. If the boy can do it, he will try his best to help him do it."

For the monks who strictly abide by the precepts, Zhang Fan is more respectful, and presumably the old monk will not put forward any excessive demands. Xie Tianyuan had invited this man from the sky before. He must have come here to say something about the imperial mansion.

"Amitabha, benefactor, it's really too much, but for the sake of the common people, I hope the benefactor can make it right."

After that, people in the sky got up and knelt down on the ground again, bowing down to Zhang Fan.