Super Monk

"Brother Zhao, you have come abroad. What about Xiaowan village and Wan Village food in China?" Anxin followed Zhao Fugui downstairs and sat in the military Hummer. She asked curiously.

"Xiaowan village is developing on its own. Now it's not ready to expand its delicacies. Some people are watching the shops. Don't worry about it!" Zhao Fugui said casually.

Anxin is wearing a pair of washed white jeans and a short sleeve T-shirt, which outlines her slender waist and hot figure. Her long black hair is tied up at will, and her white face is full of the smell of a girl. In a few months, she has not seen Anxin any more beautiful.

However, although she is more beautiful, an Xin's life is obviously not very good. Although her clothes are washed very clean, they are all old.

"I'll take you to buy some clothes first!" Seeing this, Zhao Fugui drove to the street two or three blocks away from Plymouth University.

"No, brother Zhao, I have clothes!" Anxin shook her head and said.

Zhao Fugui ignores Anxin's objection and stops at the side of the road to get off. Anxin's objection is invalid, so she has to follow her. Plymouth is a place for tourists and tourists from all over the world.

The place with poor public security is the slum kiln in Plymouth. It is said that the slum kiln is actually the gathering place of illegal immigrants. There are many stowaways and illegal immigrants. The public security is chaotic, gangs gather, and drugs and guns can be seen everywhere. Plymouth does not have enough police force to crack down on the slum kilns, so it turns a blind eye to the slum kilns and invests the main police force in other areas to ensure the safety of other areas.

In general, the gangs of the slum kiln have formed a tacit understanding with the police. Most of the gangs are trapped in the slum kiln. In most other parts of Plymouth, there are only some hippies and gangsters. These guys can't do big cases in general.

Zhao Fugui and an Xin walk into a clothing store. The owner of the store can speak some stiff Chinese. Chinese people have been running around the world these years, which obviously plays a certain role in promoting Chinese.

"What do you think of this one?" Anxin can't resist Zhao Fugui, so she can only choose two cheap jeans and T-shirts. Zhao Fugui thinks she has bought less, so she takes a fancy to a beach skirt and asks.

There are some famous clean beaches in Plymouth. Usually, Anxin and her friends will come to play occasionally. But Anxin is embarrassed to wear a bikini in front of others. It's just right to wear a beach skirt.

This dress with some flowers, closed waist sleeveless, back is a long zipper, material is a little thin, with a little transparent, wearing an Xin's body may be a little sexy, beside the skirt is also hanging a wide brim of beach hat.

"This one seems a little too much, and it's so expensive!" Anxin looks at the price tag on the skirt and smacks her tongue. Such a skirt sells for 600 euros, which is more than 6000 yuan. It's too expensive.

"I think it's not bad. Try it on!" Zhao Fugui took down the long skirt and handed it to an Xin.

"Brother Zhao, forget it. This one can't be worn except on the beach. It's too wasteful!" Anxin hesitates and says that she likes this dress very much, but the cost performance is a little low. It's not suitable for school.

"It's for you to wear when you go to the beach. Try it on!" Zhao Fugui can't help but push an Xin into the dressing room. He takes out a world bank card and hands it to the shopkeeper. He says, "wrap up that dress and these clothes. We want them all!"

"Yes, sir!" The shop owner went to pack the clothes and swipe the card. Zhao Fugui not only bought the long skirt, but also chose five or six sets of clothes. The clothes are not cheap. This is a big customer.

Anxin is changing clothes in the dressing room. Zhao Fugui is very sensitive now. He can hear the small voice in the dressing room. After coming from China, Zhao Fugui hasn't touched a woman for some time. The practitioner is strong and energetic. These small voices make Zhao Fugui feel a little thirsty. He coughs and is about to stand in the distance, but the door of the dressing room bursts out However, an Xin's little head with a slightly red face stretched out from inside.

"Brother Zhao, my zipper is stuck. Can you ask the boss to come and have a look for me?" Anxin a hand cover in the chest, embarrassed whispered. The owner of the shop is a middle-aged woman in her forties, but she is busy packing and swiping her clothes.

"The boss went to pack the clothes!" Zhao Fugui looked over there and said.

"Brother Zhao, can you take a look for me? I can't pull the zipper up!" Anxin said with a slightly red face. After that, she quickly withdrew to the dressing room, but the door of the dressing room was not completely closed.

"Cough!" Zhao Fugui hesitated for a moment, coughed, looked back at the store owner, saw that she was still packing clothes carefully, so he opened the door of the dressing room and went in.

In the dressing room, an Xin's back is facing Zhao Fugui. She has replaced the slightly transparent skirt, but the zipper behind the skirt is stuck at the waist. An Xin not only showed her white back and slender waist, but also her underwear."Brother Zhao, I don't know how the zipper can't be pulled up. Can you help me have a look?" Anxin's voice is like a mosquito. Under her long black hair, half of Anxin's small face appears. Zhao Fugui sees that her face has turned red.

"It's like the zipper's stuck in the fabric!" The little dressing room was already full of light body fragrance. Zhao Fugui took a calm look at the zipper, but his eyes fell on an Xin's white back and slender waist. Anxin is not only beautiful, but also fair and smooth. There is no extra fat on her thin waist.

"Brother Zhao, help me to pull it!" Anxin feels that Zhao Fugui's breathing seems to be a little heavy, and says nervously.

"Oh Zhao Fugui agrees and reaches out his hand to help Anxin handle the zipper. However, he finds that his hand trembles slightly. His fingers accidentally scratch Anxin's delicate skin. Anxin shakes violently, and her white back is tinged with a slight blush.

"There's a lot of fabric stuck in the zipper. It's a little tight!" Zhao Fugui quickly said that he was a master at the grand master level. He could shake his hand. Zhao Fugui reached out and patted his hand. It was not shaking his hand, it was trying to make trouble.

"Yes Anxin snorted and did not dare to look back.