Village Doctor's Magic Hands

When Zhao Sanjin left Qingshui village a few years ago to join the army, Lin Qingqing family had not built the small foreign building. Lin Decai was the village leader and then he got the oil and water, and he spent money on the new building. Therefore, Zhao sanking was the first time to enter the new boudoir of Lin Qingqing.

The room was warm and clean. In addition to the desk and dresser, the Simmons big bed opposite was the most conspicuous. The bed was covered with a bright red embroidered quilt, and a pile of Lin Qingqing's clothes were placed next to the pillow.

The desk lamp on the desk was on. Zhao Sanjin had sharp eyes. With a weak light, he found that there were two intimate underwear of Lin Qingqing in the pile of clothes.

Lin Qingqing took a bath in the bathroom next door. It is estimated that she took off these clothes for a change.

"The size is getting bigger again. It seems that Qingqing's body is still developing..." Zhao Sanjin smiled and walked over a few steps. As soon as he lay down on the soft Simmons bed, he immediately pressed the mattress out of a big pit, not to mention how comfortable it was.

Unfortunately, it didn't last long. After about two or three minutes, Miao Xiangzhu's voice sounded outside the door: "Qingqing, hurry, put on your clothes. My mother has something to tell you."

When saying this, Miao Xiangzhu seemed to have just swept the poor cockroach out of the bathroom and stood outside Lin Qingqing's boudoir.

Zhao Sanjin was startled. Teng sat up from the bed and said with worry: "darling, aunt Miao won't come to Qingqing's room?"

"I know," followed by Lin Qingqing's impatient voice.

Miao Xiangzhu said, "mother is waiting in your room..."

"Ah?"

Lin Qingqing's surprised voice

"What's good? The Simmons you bought recently cost 2000 yuan. My mother looks comfortable and goes up to lie down." Miao Xiangzhu has no good airway.

Shit!

I'm really afraid of what comes.

Hearing this, Zhao Sankin immediately drew three black lines on his forehead. The soft Simmons bed under his ass seemed to turn into a cactus in an instant, full of thorns, comfortable? What a fart!

It's on pins and needles.

Zhao Sanjin stood up, looked around and hurried to find a place to hide. However, the space under the desk and dresser was too small to hide people at all. Simmons was different from ordinary wooden beds and shockproof beds. The chassis was too low and almost close to the ground. Let alone Zhao Sanjin, even cats and dogs would not want to drill under the bed.

"Where can I hide?" Zhao Sanjin was so anxious that he was like an ant on a hot pot, wandering around the room.

Suddenly, with a slight click, the door of the room was pushed half open by Miao Xiangzhu.

Zhao Sanjin's sweat, in this case, how can he think more? Not under the bed. I had to run above the bed. I turned around and opened the bright red embroidered quilt, and the cat's waist went in.

Zhao Sanjin is nearly 1.8 meters tall. When he gets into the quilt, even if he shrinks into a ball, it is also a big pimple. In fact, everyone can see that there is something hidden in it.

However, there is really no other way but to adopt such a self deceiving ostrich policy, hoping to escape by luck.

"Mother!"

Fortunately, just as Miao Xiangzhu pushed open the door of the room and was about to enter, Lin Qingqing, who was also very anxious, rushed out of the bathroom in her pajamas and stopped Miao Xiangzhu.

Miao Xiangzhu was stunned and said strangely, "what's the matter?"

"Nothing serious, I..." Lin Qingqing turned her head and stole two eyes into the room. When she saw the big pimple on the bed, her eyelids jumped and the corners of her mouth twitched violently.

"Don't want to let your mother sleep?" Miao Xiangzhu said unhappily, "you heartless melon child, Simmons is so expensive, or your mother hurts you and scratches your father's ears all day. Can you be willing to buy you an Iron Rooster like your father?"

"Mom, I didn't mean that..." Lin Qingqing shook her head quickly.

Miao Xiangzhu asked, "what do you mean?"

"I..." said Lin Qingqing. Can't you say there's someone in the quilt? She had an idea and said, "the light bulb in this house is broken. Go and buy a light bulb and I'll let you sleep."

Miao Xiangzhu shook his head and said, "my mother just wants to talk to you. I'll buy a light bulb tomorrow."

"Then go get my cold medicine and pour me a glass of water."

"Look, I'm too lazy to treat you like a little ancestor. I let my mother serve you every day..."

"I knew that my mother loved me most."

"Come on."

Miao Xiangzhu glared at Lin Qingqing. Although she was reluctant, she obediently turned and went downstairs. Who made Lin Qingqing her own daughter? And an only child.

Seeing Miao Xiangzhu downstairs, Lin Qingqing patted her chest. She was relieved. She hurried into the room, stretched out her hand to lift the quilt and said hurriedly, "third brother, you can't stay in my room. You have to find a way to get out of my house."

Zhao Sankin covered his forehead under the quilt for a long time. He smiled bitterly and said, "I want to go, but your mother is blocked outside. How can I get out?"

Lin Qingqing thought, but there was no way.

A good date, but it turned out to be like this. Lin Qingqing really regretted that she died. If she had known this, she should have set the date place at Zhao Sanjin's house or somewhere else.

Miao Xiangzhu walked quickly and came back quickly. Before they could discuss a countermeasure, Miao Xiangzhu returned to the second floor with cold medicine and a cup of hot water.

Hearing the footsteps of Miao Xiangzhu, Lin Qingqing bit her teeth, as if she had made a great determination. She took off her shoes, jumped into the bed, lay down at the head of the bed, put her legs on Zhao Sanjin's shoulder, then covered the quilt with a crash, and told her, "brother three, you must hide inside and don't make a sound. When you have a chance, you'll slip out quietly."

"Qingqing, this..." Zhao sank his shoulders steeply, followed by a burst of fragrance, and the whole person was drunk.

Kui Lin Qingqing thought it out. Although he had to, this method is too risky and exciting? Two people are lying in the same quilt, and their posture is still so ambiguous. If Miao Xiangzhu finds out, let alone jump into the Yellow River, I'm afraid they can't wash it even if they jump into the Pacific Ocean.

Zhao Sanjin is so big that he has a big pimple when he shrinks in the quilt. In addition, Lin Qingqing... To tell the truth, that pimple is not generally big.

Most importantly, when Lin Qingqing hurried out of the bathroom just now, she was only wrapped in the pink Pajama, and it was a one-piece nightgown. It was very loose. It only reached her knees and wrists. As soon as she raised her legs, the Nightgown shrank in. With this, most of her legs lost their cover. If it wasn't covered with the quilt, the quilt would be dark, Zhao Sanjin vowed that he would surely see some of his dream pictures.

"Third brother, you... Hold me tight and don't move..." I felt that Zhao Sanjin, a giant, was dishonest and arched around inside. Lin Qingqing's pretty face was crimson and could almost pinch blood.

Zhao Sanjin didn't answer, but he cried bitterly and didn't move? You think I want to move? Lin Qingqing's two legs tightly clamped his neck, and he was covered with a quilt. He was almost out of breath.

Just then, Miao Xiangzhu pushed the door and came in.

Fortunately, the light bulb in the room was broken. Only the desk lamp at the head of the bed was on, and the light of the desk lamp was not very strong. At first glance, the big pimple on the bed seemed to be supported by Lin Qingqing's legs.

"Qingqing, what are you doing with your legs up so high?" Miao Xiangzhu frowned and doubted immediately.

Lin Qingqing covered her stomach, pretended to be a painful expression, and said in a panic: "Mom, my stomach hurts..."

"Ah?" Miao Xiangzhu was stunned. He quickly opened the cold medicine and handed it to Lin Qingqing. He said with concern: "drink this package of medicine quickly. If you can't do it again, my mother will call aunt Huilan and ask her to come and give you a needle."

Sun Huilan is a village doctor in Qingshui village. Although her medical skills are very general, she can basically cure minor diseases such as cold and fever. In the past, when Grandpa was alive, the people in the village got sick. They all looked for grandpa for serious diseases and sun Huilan for minor diseases. Now that grandpa died, sun Huilan is the only one who can cure diseases in the village.

"No, I'll just take some medicine." Lin Qingqing refused without thinking. If sun Huilan came to lift the quilt and give her an injection, it would be OK.

Lin Qingqing's cry of "pain" quickly diverted Miao Xiangzhu's attention. After she drank the medicine, she handed the cup to Miao Xiangzhu and took the opportunity to say, "Mom, I'm not feeling well now. If you have anything, can you talk about it tomorrow?"

"It's too tired to talk. What are you waiting for tomorrow?" Miao Xiangzhu put the cup on the nearby desk. After talking, she sat on the bed, took off her shoes and tilted her legs, and went to bed.

Lin Qingqing's face turned green and said, "Mom, this is..."

"Your father talked to President Liu about contracting land at the village committee. He drank some wine and didn't know when he would come back. My mother will sleep with you in your house tonight. It's just that our mother and I said a few intimate words." as he said, Miao Xiangzhu opened a corner of the quilt and directly stretched his leg in.

How dangerous!

Miao Xiangzhu came up suddenly. Zhao Sankin hid under the quilt and couldn't see the outside. He could only hear Lin Qingqing and Miao Xiangzhu talking. Judging Miao Xiangzhu's behavior by these voices, it was a slow beat. When he reacted, Miao Xiangzhu had put his legs into the quilt. If he hadn't taken his hands back the first time, Miao Xiangzhu is sure to step on his arm.

"God, will you let me live?" Zhao Sankin hid under the quilt and was already suffocating. As soon as Miao Xiangzhu came up, he didn't even dare to breathe. He lay there motionless for fear that one might accidentally attract Miao Xiangzhu's attention.

Unfortunately, Zhao Sanjin's head was sandwiched between Lin Qingqing's two legs and couldn't move, but Zhao Sanjin had to breathe? He didn't breathe hard. The hot air from his mouth and nose was sprayed on the inner side of Lin Qingqing's thigh. It was OK to ha once or twice. With more times of HA, Lin Qingqing soon had a reaction