Village Doctor's Magic Hands

What's going on?

Zhao Sanjin's ear moved and was stunned.

The woman's voice can't be loud, and with a trace of panic and depression, but because it's not far away, and Zhao Sanjin's hearing is not general and stronger than ordinary people, he listened to it really and clearly.

Take it easy

Zhao Sanjin and Lin Qingqing have been ashamed in Furong Hotel. Now it can be said that they have eaten pork and seen pigs running. Hearing these three provocative words, how can he guess what kind of good play is going on in the corn field next door?

"Darling, someone came out to eat wild food?" Zhao Sanjin thought subconsciously.

Suddenly, the brain hole opened.

It was like a movie showing a series of magical pictures. Zhao Sanjin grinned without hesitation. He threw the spade at his feet and turned around and looked at the dense rice fields. Then the cat got up and stepped up, quietly following the voice and walking across.

This is a live broadcast.

It's rare to encounter such a good play. How can you miss it easily?

Just a few steps away, the woman's voice came again: "brother embolus, what's your hurry? It hurts others."

It's still a bit depressed in panic. Listening to the tone, it seems that the woman hasn't been prepared to be ashamed with the man called "embolus" in the bud field in the daytime, so she is a little panic, but she doesn't dare to shout out, so she is a little depressed.

"The sound..."

As we got closer, we heard more clearly. Although we still couldn't see who the men and women secretly ran out to fight for wild food, Zhao Sanjin picked his eyebrows and vaguely felt that the woman's voice was familiar.

After all, I haven't been at home for several years. Qingshui village has changed a lot in recent years. People in the village haven't seen each other for several years. At first sight, Zhao Sanjin may not recognize it, let alone Just listen to the voice?

However, Zhao Sanjin can be sure that he must have heard this voice before, and he must know this woman.

In this way, curiosity can not help but become stronger.

"Who could it be?" Zhao Sanjin flashed familiar faces in his mind and accelerated his pace at the same time.

After walking about more than 20 meters, through the dense branches and leaves of bracts, you can vaguely see a wheat crib made of wheat straw. The wheat crib is estimated to be more than one meter high, accounting for a large area. It looks like a hill in the middle of bracts, which is very conspicuous.

The woman's voice came from the other side of the Rick.

Across the wheat crib, although the sound is getting louder and louder, people can't see because of the shelter of the wheat crib.

Such a good play, if only let you listen, but not watch, would be a kind of fucking suffering and torture for the "audience" Zhao Sanjin happened to catch up with.

So Zhao Sankin held his breath, widened his eyes and turned half a circle around the wheat Rick.

Just then

"Xiu'er, I can't wait to want you. Lie still and let me touch you. Don't worry. It's too late for me to hurt you. I won't hurt you..." the man named "embolus" suddenly gasped and hurried.

Xiuer?

Hearing the name, Zhao Sankin's heart clattered, and his face changed with the brush, a piece of iron blue.

It's her!

No wonder the sound sounds so familiar.

Zhao Sanjin, a woman named "Xiu'er", certainly knew Zhao Sanjin, and she was very impressed, because she was not only Zhao Sanjin's classmate when she was a child, but also a girl in Qingshui village. Like Lin Qingqing, she often played with Zhao Sanjin in the mud when she was a child, and shouted after Zhao Sanjin's ass, which was called a kiss.

Most importantly, she used to be an admirer of Zhao Sanjin and had a secret love for Zhao Sanjin until she graduated from high school. She summoned up the courage to confess to Zhao Sanjin and was ruthlessly rejected by Zhao Sanjin. Since then, the relationship between the two people has gradually alienated and rarely met after graduation.

Her full name is Zhang Xiuhua and Xiu'er is her nickname.

In Zhao Sanjing's impression, Zhang Xiuhua was also very beautiful when she was a child. She had thin arms and legs, and her facial features were combined together, which fully deserved the word "beautiful". At the beginning, in Qingshui village, she and Lin Qingqing were well deserved village flowers, and many male children in nearby villages wanted to think of both of them.

However.

Fortune makes people. Lin Qingqing and Zhang Xiuhua seem to have agreed. By coincidence, they all like Zhao Sanjin, a poor boy with no money, no power, no father, no mother and poor academic performance.

To tell the truth, Zhao Sanjin hesitated when he made a choice between Lin Qingqing and Zhang Xiuhua.

To blame, Zhang Xiuhua was born two years later than Lin Qingqing and was two years younger. Therefore, her body did not develop as early as Lin Qingqing and did not develop as well as Lin Qingqing. Until she graduated from high school, the two big bowls buckled in front of her chest were still in bud.

The two big bowls buckled in front of Lin Qingqing's chest have bloomed.

So he resolutely chose Lin Qingqing.

"It's a strange way to choose a girlfriend according to the size of her chest. It's estimated that there's no one in his mother..." now looking back, even Zhao Sanjin felt a little hasty and said secretly: "after so many years, I don't know how the two big bowls buckled in front of Zhang Xiuhua's chest bloomed."

Although he had lost the right and opportunity to choose again, as a qualified chest slave, Zhao Sanjin still couldn't restrain his curiosity. Thinking of this, he stopped, reached out to remove several bracts in front of him, raised his head, opened his eyes, and peeked at Zhang Xiuhua lying in the wheat stack.

"Brother Shuozi, don't... don't do this, let me... Let me think again." Zhang Xiuhua's struggling voice came.

Although Zhao Sanjin walked around to the other side of the wheat crib, it was a pity that at this time, Zhang Xiuhua was half lying on the wheat crib, and the bolt sat on her lower leg. The bolt turned its back to Zhao Sanjin, blocking Zhao Sanjin's sight. Squatting in Zhao Sanjin's position, you can only see Zhang Xiuhua's lower legs, but you can't see her face at all, Not to mention the two big bowls buckled upside down on her chest.

"Here we are. What do you want to do? The book says that a spring night is worth thousands of gold. It's not easy to catch the opportunity. I have to do it today. You can't do it." embolus said, his hands are not idle, tearing Zhang Xiuhua's clothes.

Hiss!

As soon as the voice fell, there was a sound of clothes being torn by force.

"Ah --"

Zhang Xiuhua suddenly exclaimed, almost subconsciously. While her body struggled violently, she pressed her hands on the chest of the bolt and pushed it violently. I don't know where the strength came from, but she pushed the bolt down from her.

Shuozi has no impression of Zhao Sanjin. From his back, he is about 1.75 meters tall and slightly thin. He is wearing a white T-shirt and a blue jeans.

It is reasonable to say that embolus is a big man after all, and Zhang Xiuhua is just a weak woman with no strength to bind chickens. When he is pressed on the wheat Rick, Zhang Xiuhua should have no room to resist.

obviously.

Embolus has entered the wild beast like rage mode. He can't wait to be ashamed with Zhang Xiuhua on the wheat Rick. All he thinks about is Zhang Xiuhua's exquisite body after her clothes are torn open. Therefore, he only cares about tearing Zhang Xiuhua's clothes. He didn't expect Zhang Xiuhua to say no, but he really didn't want to. He pushed him so coldly.

be caught off guard.

"Xiu'er, what do you mean?" after being pushed away, the embolus squatted on the wheat straw next to him and stared at Zhang Xiuhua with an ignorant face. In addition to doubt, there was more anger in his eyebrows.

Zhang Xiuhua pushed the two people who had been entangled together to separate, but it was cheap to hide Zhao Sanjin not far away.

Without the obstruction of the bolt, Zhao Sanjin lost his sight and fell directly on Zhang Xiuhua.

Zhang Xiuhua sat up and grabbed the broken flower clothes that had been forcibly torn by the bolt with both hands, firmly protected his faint chest, and his voice choked: "brother Hua, i... I really haven't thought about it yet. I can't apologize to Dazhuang. Dazhuang is not a man, but he is my husband anyway..."

Husband?

Hearing this special address, Zhao Sankin was shocked and stunned.

Zhang Xiuhua is married?

And it sounds like Zhang Xiuhua's marriage doesn't seem so happy.

Surprised, Zhao Sankin's eyes fell on Zhang Xiuhua's two big bowls buckled on her chest. As soon as her eyebrows tightened, she couldn't help being surprised again.

Mother, grow up!

Although Zhang Xiuhua's hands tightly cover her chest, Zhao Sanjin is far away, and she can't see clearly with the cover of bracts, Zhang Xiuhua's hands are the best reference.

One by one, I can't cover it

"It's estimated that there must be a D cup." Zhao Sanjin's eyes were burning, and he said secretly.

It's a pity that it didn't last long. When Zhang Xiuhua mentioned that she was strong, her face suddenly became cold. Teng sat up straight and gathered around Zhang Xiuhua. It doesn't matter. He stood between Zhao Sanjin and Zhang Xiuhua again, leaving only Zhao Sanjin a damn back.

Then I heard the bolt's cold hum: "Don't take that useless bastard and give me a slap in the face. Don't forget that he beat you to cry for your father and mother last time. You secretly called me behind his back and cried and asked me to enlarge your stomach to prove that you have no problem and have fertility... What's the matter? I took off my pants and you fucking want to repent?"