Henry Jones dabbled downstairs, yawning and walking across the corridor. The store has launched a round folding table, Sister Vivi , fat woman, Cathy, plus a few lady do not know, most of the older, sitting around a pot of porridge a threatening manner around the table to take on the desktop Vain. Sister Vivi greeted him: " Come on, sit next to Sister Vivi . Aunt Wendy, make me a bowl of porridge for my baby. "
The old lady called as Wendy wore a white apron and did not sit down. She had gray hair tied tightly in a round bun behind her head. She was short and crouched on her back for Henry Jones to serve the porridge. He wanted to help. The old lady was very fierce. She slapped him with a hand wrinkled like old bark, and spoke harshly in an unintelligible dialect. She hurt Henry Jones , and even if she didn't understand those words, she knew she was scolding him, so she could only retract her hands and sit down. A circle of women trembled with laughter , probably because they usually did not make fun of Aunt Wendy, but today it was finally their turn to watch other people's jokes.
Henry Jones found that only Cathy was not smiling. She opened her face early in the morning, her rosy mouth was holding the edge of the bowl, and she quietly used chopsticks to poke the porridge into her mouth.
Sister Vivi grabbed a meat bun for him, Henry Jones ate the bun with more skin and less meat, and Cathy never left his eyes . She ate so little, a small bowl of white porridge was barely finished with olive vegetables. After only half of the steamed buns could not be swallowed, she stuffed them to the fat woman next to her. The fat woman ate her leftovers while scolding her for being hypocritical. Sitting across from Henry Jones , a woman with a matchmaker's mole made fun of her: " You have to eat as little as she does. You have already made a lot of money. "
The fat woman said " Bah " , and everyone around them laughed and avoided. Henry Jones to see her spittle flying, do not dare to eat, although did not eat also had to put aside his chopsticks. The fat woman slobbered and cursed: " My old lady is not earning less now. You can check with Sister Vivi . I don't know who the hell is as thin as a praying mantis, the paws of old chickens, and no one wants to push oil. "
Other women laughed and laughed, and some people even fanned the flames: " Emily , Olivia is right, her hands are the most suitable for pushing oil, they are softer than your breasts ! "
Emily was dry and thin, where there were waves, and she was even more furious when she heard that: " Isabella, you stinky bitch, dare to mock me, I will go upstairs and cut all your fucking bras. Do you believe it or not? "
Isabella did not fear her, Chezhebozi grinning, said: " ! Well you cut, cut me on the money again to buy from your guests crotch "
Emily jumped up, crossed Cathy will Quche Isabella 's hair, and sometimes between deserted. Cathy was caught underneath and didn't run, tilted his head to avoid. Henry Jones noticed that she was actually smiling, watching them fight with crooked eyes, while pursing his lips slightly.
Henry Jones stared blankly in the confusion, couldn't figure out why she was laughing at this time, who had always been cold, and couldn't figure out how someone laughed so beautifully.
" Okay! Shut me up. " Sister Vivi finally lost his face and threw the chopsticks on the table. She said to Henry Jones , " You, go upstairs. "
Henry Jones knew that she didn't want him to listen to these foul language anymore, so he nodded and prepared to get up. Cathy also slipped out at this time and swayed ahead of him.
Sister Vivi's reprimanding voice came from behind . Emily was not convinced at first, but was quickly suppressed by Sister Vivi .
As they walked up the stairs one after another, Henry Jones could n't help but went to look under Cathy's short skirt. He didn't wear tights today, and he could directly see the pink lace panties.
Henry J ones yawned as he walked, Cathy was also infected by him and hit him a few times. He turned his head and glared at each other: " Don't fight! "
Henry Jones blinked his innocent eyes and said, " Then what should I do if I am sleepy? "
" Hold it! Go back to sleep! " Cathy rolled his eyes and hummed to open the door.
Henry Jones didn't speak, he knew Cathy was tired too. When the shop started last night, Henry Jones was locked in the house by Cathy and prevented him from going downstairs. He didn't come back until three or four o'clock by himself. She stumbled and knocked on the door. Henry Jones jumped up and leaned on the door and said: " You are locked, I can't open from the inside. "
Out came a slight " Oh " , and then Henry Jones heard the sound of the key in the lock.
Cathy pounced on Henry Jones full of arms, without the smell of alcohol, but she looked terrible as a whole. The makeup was all spent, especially the lipstick that I carefully traced before going downstairs, and it was all over my face. It was shocking to see. There was an unknown liquid on the corner of her mouth, Henry Jones knew what it was at a glance, and felt sad.
Cathy pushed him away and rushed into the bathroom. After a while, she heard the sound of retching from the bathroom.
Hen ry Jones walked to the bathroom door and watched her thin arms resting on the edge of the toilet, her five fingers clasped tightly, and the red that half of her fingertips fell off was still dazzling against the white ceramics. She still knew Henry Jones was coming amidst her loud vomiting , or perhaps she saw his feet resting in front of her from the messy hair .
She struggled to get up to close the door, Henry Jones pushed the door to prevent her from closing it. How strong she could rival him, she could only open her round red eyes and stare at him angrily.
Henry Jones looked at her with filthy vomit all over her breasts, trembling all over, his heart hurts. Cathy suddenly found him staring at his chest, furious. A brute force came up, slammed the door, and Henry Jones could n't escape and was hit in the bridge of the nose.
Cathy let out an earth-shattering roar inside: " Get out! "
Henry Jones rubbed his nose and sat back on the edge of the bed. After holding it for a long time, a stream of heat rushed out. He hurriedly raised his head, groped his hand on the tabletop, touched the metal lampshade that was still warm, touched the round skin care product jar, touched two cool hairpins, and finally touched the tissue.
He took a few random shots and stuffed them into his nose. His hands were covered with blood stains, but Cathy started to vomit and cry in the bathroom. He didn't dare to knock on the door again.
I don't know how long it took, Cathy might be tired from crying, Henry Jones heard her turning on the water heater. After a long time, like a century, Henry Jones felt the blood in his nose dried into scabs. He took out the tissue and threw it on the concrete floor.
Cathy came out just then, she didn't wear slippers, and walked by herself barefoot. She didn't ask Henry Jones to blindfold, perhaps because she made up her mind not to talk to him.
But Henry Jones knew she had seen him, the blood on the ground, a mess of him.
Cathy sits by the bed and looks in the mirror. The red round flower plastic mirror sold at the ten-yuan shop on the street has a photo of a gaudy woman on the back. Henry Jones smelled iodine in the air. It was n't for him. Cathy was rubbing it on his neck.
After Cathy wiped the iodine, she began to put a mask on her face. The essence irritated her wound, and she breathed in a low breath. Cathy loves beauty so much, she must take care of her beautiful skin even if she endures the pain.
After she fell asleep, Henry Jones hid in the bathroom and hit a plane, as if he had a grudge with her own cock. He slapped him fiercely. It took almost half an hour to shoot out, and finally there was blood in his nose.
He de-force as against the cold white tiles on the wall, shook the hands of the weak and finally go on the genitals, the above also dip the point nosebleed, shocking.
The work and rest in the shop have always been late night work and daytime sleep. Henry Jones stayed for a few days before he came over. He was used to locking himself in the room from nine o'clock in the evening, and then in the wee hours of the night with sleepless eyes, watching Cathy staggering back. Cathy probably didn't know that he was still awake. Although his mouth was always mean to him, but every time he came back, he was light-handed and only turned the lamp to the lowest brightness, so Henry Jones was able to lighten her from head to toe with his eyes every night.
Sometimes she is not so tired or hurt, and she is still in the mood to hum while tidying up. She stretched her hand to her back and pulled the zipper down with twists and turns, letting the skirt slip and pile up on her waist and hips. She took off her high heels and walked around the room in her underwear only. Cathy likes to grab her hair and look at her face in the mirror. Her hair is thick and can't fit a handful of it, and strands fall on the back of her pink neck. She straightened her chest and looked around, always reluctant to remove her makeup, obsessed with her beautiful face after decoration; her flat chest was not full of breasts, but Henry Jones still felt that she was so sexy.
He held his cock in the quilt, worried that sooner or later he would be exhausted.
But there are not many opportunities like this. He is going to live in school soon. He can't secretly review Cathy's mermaid-like body every day, and can't straighten her all kinds of shiny stilettos every day.
Cathy entered the bathroom and was still humming. Henry Jones propped up his upper body to wipe the slippery underwear with a paper, and inadvertently saw the pair of glass stockings she had thrown at the end of the bed, crumpled and piled up by her. Henry Jones walked over like a demon, with a guilty conscience. He didn't wear slippers, and his toes were uplifted by the irritation of the cold ground.
He stretched out his hand hesitantly, touching his fingertips and retracting: it was still hot, they had just been stripped of Cathy's straight long legs. Henry Jones felt that he was so perverted that he was hopeless, as were the idiots in small Japanese movies . He was robbed of his mind by the light flesh color like a cloud, and he stretched out his hand again.
This time he grabbed it, and he shook and unfolded it, and saw an inconspicuous thread on the thigh; looking up, he couldn't restrain the fantasies about the thick fabric in the crotch. wet.
When he was hesitating whether to paste it and smell it, Cathy in the bathroom probably dropped his tooth cup and made a crisp noise. Henry Jones then fetched his thoughts in a panic, put them in a mess, and put them back to the end of the bed as they were as possible. The index finger hooked to the thread in a panic, turning it into a gap.
Cathy came out with a toothbrush in her mouth, tiptoe to receive the stockings all the way from the dirty skirt at the bathroom door. Henry Jones heard her softly " Huh ", went to touch the hole, and muttered to himself distressedly: " Hey ... How can this be so big ..."
She sighed and vomited foam, and when she came back, she fiddled in the drawer. Henry Jones quickly smelled a scent of nail polish.
Later Henry Jones still saw Cathy wearing these stockings several times. When she bent over to pick up the floor ballpoint pen, he saw the hole on the back of the thigh covered by transparent nail polish.
Cathy carried the broom to the mysterious dark rooms on the first floor. Henry Jones took the opportunity to keep up. Cathy saw that he was plotting wrong and blocked the door.
" Why are you following me? "
Cathy stared at him vigilantly, his facial features were hidden in the darkness, except for his shiny lips reflecting light.
Henry Jones shrugged and went back to the room.
After a while, Cathy also came in, holding a bag of loose candies sold in the supermarket.
She peeled a strawberry-flavored lollipop and held it, and the lollipop opened her thin cheek.
Cathy threw the plastic bag on the table and pulled the sealed price tag with his hands. Henry Jones looked at her, Cathy was staring uncomfortably, and explained: " It can also be used as a garbage bag. "
She handed Henry Jones a piece of the same taste, Henry Jones took it apart and ate it, bite it into pieces, and took out the small plastic stick.
" You're so violent! " Cathy wrinkled her nose, pulled the lollipop out of her mouth, and rubbed her lips with the moist pink candy. " Is it delicious? "
" Generally, the flavour is too strong. " Henry Jones said that he felt a little bit as if he didn't eat minced meat.
She flattened her mouth, licked off the layer of sugar on her lips, continued to hold her cheeks to eat and suck, using her lips and tongue together, so flexible that people couldn't help thinking about what they usually eat. Henry Jones took out a magazine to read it to hide his embarrassment.
Cathy tilted Erlang's legs and looked at him for a while, maybe bored, and ran back to the bed not knowing what he had done to apply to his legs.
The smell was so pungent, Henry Jones couldn't help but said: " What are you wiping? "
Cathy said in a bad tone: " What do I wipe for you? "
Henry Jones caught fire suddenly, pulled the curtain open and rushed over. Cathy painted his legs full of white flowers and stared at him with big eyes. Henry Jones took a hard breath and said, " What kind of biochemical weapons are you using? It smells bad, don't you know? "
Cathy's eyes softened instantly, making an aggrieved look, even pouting her mouth . She whispered: " This is hair removal cream. Does it smell really bad? "
Cathy has n't put on makeup yet, she has a small face, and there is nowhere to hide the black circles and the undissolved bruises on her chin. She is very beautiful without eye makeup and lipstick. She has a fragile, sickly beauty; her long hair is loose and tied, and the long bangs on the front of her forehead are scattered randomly, and the ends of her hair hit her thin lips. Itching, she lowered her eyes and took a breath.
When she did this, Henry Jones couldn't spread the fire anywhere, so he could only go back to his side angrily and punch him onto the bed.
Cathy let out a successful laugh behind him.
She quickly took a shower again, the fragrance came out, and she put on a sequined suspender skirt behind the fig leaf that is better than nothing. The chest is open to the bottom, but the cascading collars conceal the barrenness of her chest, and the bottom is shorter than any of the previous skirts , so she wears thongs and walks on the ground to see the fat ass that the skirt can't hold. Rippling.
Henry Jones scolded her in his heart, but she just sold it. Sao is her professional accomplishment.
She staggered into her high heels and combed her long curly hair in front of the mirror. Put on makeup after combing, apply big red lips as usual, and use eyeliner to outline small moles under the lips: it becomes blurred after applying foundation.
She is not full of cheap smell like other hair salon girls, she doesn't put on perfume, she only has a touch of powdery scent, like the cream used by her mother when she was a child.
Before Cathy went out , he told Henry Jones that the door would not be locked for him. There was no one in the store tonight, so let him take care of it.
Henry Jones asked: " You are all going out? "
Cathy was taken aback: " Sister Vivi didn't tell you? "
Henry Jones found that she began to avoid her gaze, Cathy said : " We are all out, you look good at the store! "
Someone downstairs called her, and it sounded like a fat woman's voice: " Cathy , come down! Damn girl, hurry up, the car is coming! "
Cathy drew on her small handbag and ran hurriedly, kicking with her high heels. Henry Jones chased out the hallway and shouted at her shaky back: " You slow down! "
She didn't have time to talk to him, and quickly disappeared in the corner.
Henry Jones was lying on the balcony. When the golden cup van pulled the women back, he checked the time. It was already more than four in the morning. He slept and woke up again, and found that Cathy was still empty, so he simply leaned on the balcony. In a daze.
He should go to bed. The school will inform the report at 9 o'clock tomorrow, and he will not be able to sleep for long.
But he thought about Cathy over and over , he was so tormented, heartbroken and uncomfortable.
Previously after they are gone, Henry Jones the room slipped out, go downstairs, he was going to see that a few fans never over her door, there are no secret.
There was a switch beside the door, and with a snap, the exposed light bulb illuminated the room, and moths and mosquitoes were about to move around it.
Every room has the same furnishings. There are massage chairs and massage beds. The hole at the end of the bed is filled up and turned into a single bed. Henry Jones entered the room casually, and there was a piece of plasticized paper hanging on the wall, which could be taken off at any time, and it was a bit faded. The above few lines, what is a full set, followed by different numbers, should be the price.
There was a drawer in the old cabinet in the corner that wasn't taut. Henry Jones walked up and opened it. The drawers full of condoms came into view, large and small, and lubricants of various colors. One bottle was not securely capped, and the bottle was full of viscous liquid.
His face flushed, he knew what they were doing in this room. Will
Cathy do it too? Is it to touch with your hands, or to eat with your mouth, or to use the blessed ground below her to receive those dirty male organs?
He thrown a subtle feeling both distressed, and a little nausea, and many more are sad. It turned out that thousands of men, as long as they came to the Lihong Hair Salon with banknotes, they could buy Cathy for an hour of spring evening, fill her cherry mouth with penis, and poke rough fingers at the spring spring that fills her buttocks. How holy she is, how inferior she is.
Henry Jones was still dizzy thinking about it now. He saw the door in the back row of the Jinbei opened, and a bunch of women burst out laughing wildly, with white arms, thighs and breasts. Henry Jones could see the unconscious face pocket held by the fat woman at a glance. It's Cathy .
How much did she drink?
Sister Vivi pushed up the shutter door, only half a meter high, the women crawled in with their waists, you pushed me and shoved. The soundproofing of the room is not good. Henry Jones heard them clanging upstairs, bickering, closing doors, continuing to bicker, and so on. Cathy was the last to be stuffed into the room by the fat woman.
A room was drunk, Henry Jones went to the bathroom to grab her small towel, moistened her mouth and chin, and exposed her hot chest. He knows that she loves beauty, and she can't rub her face with makeup, otherwise she will lose his temper.
Cathy didn't lose consciousness completely, she recovered after she was placed on the bed, and she was completely awake when Henry Jon es started rubbing her on her body.
Cathy closed his eyes and said slimly: " Henry Jones , what are you doing? "
Henry Jones kept moving his hands. He took one of her arms and wiped it from the armpit to the back. Don't return to her, don't you know what I am doing? Don't get angry even if you don't appreciate it.
Cathy turned sideways following his movement, the shoulder strap of the sling slipped halfway down. That led mouth too much, Henry Jones a little glimpse as long as you can see Chunguangwaixie. After wiping the other half, she came back to her side, and took the initiative to raise her arm to let him wipe the other half. Henry Jones saw that she was rare to be obedient, and the nameless fire in his heart immediately went down a lot.
Not long after Cathy was obedient, he grabbed Henry Jones ' hand and asked with his tongue out, " How old are you? "
" Just after my 16th birthday. "
" Ah, really good young sisters 22 a ..." Cathy spoke to squeeze a few drops of tears.
She is not like it. Henry Jones had even suspected that she was an underage girl who stumbled.
"... Henry Jones ... Henry Jones, look at me! " She pulled Henry Jones ' face, flushed, and she looked drunk. Henry Jones didn't want to care about the drunk, and let her go.
The eyes of the two met , and he found that one of Cathy 's false eyelashes had fallen out of nowhere , and the other had also been half off. Henry Jones reached out and pulled this one off. Cathy " hissed " his nails and almost pinched Henry Jones' cheeks: " What are you doing! My eyelids will be torn loose ... Do you think I'm getting old? Don't get old, no one likes me when I'm old. "
Henry Jones was afraid that she would need half of the eyelashes, so he pulled a piece of paper and placed it on the table. She spoke up and down, Henry Jones has always been bad in Chinese , and she can barely figure it out. He thoughtfully said: " My sister is not old at all. "
" Really? That's good ..." Cathy moved his head forward, because his neck couldn't support its weight. " My head hurts ..."
She seemed to have a headache all the time, Henry Jones pulled out a plate of leftover ibuprofen from the drawer and took her empty glass downstairs to fetch water.
Sister Vivi was sitting alone in the store watching TV, peeling an orange in his hand, and when Henry Jones was coming, he divided him into half. Henry Jones didn't wash his hands, and simply opened his mouth and grabbed it in her hand. Sister Vivi laughed and called him a dog. Henry Jones sat down on the coffee table in front of her and asked, " What are you looking at? "
"The Legend of the White Snake, Zhao Yazhi is so pretty. "
" I prefer Wang Zuxian's style. "
" Wow, brat, you have to study hard, don't just think about picking up girls all the time, know what to do? "
Sister Vivi gestured to pinch him, but Henry Jones smiled and avoided him : "Do n't worry, I have a very high vision. There is only one Wang Zuxian in the world, and I can't take my turn. "
Sister Vivi spit at him, peeled another orange, carefully tore the white meridians on his head: " Many customers say Cathy is like her, do you think it looks like? "
" Wang Zuxian? "
" Isn't it? "
An old poster of A4 size happened to be pasted on the wall , and Wang Zuxian was dressed as Xiaoqian in white, with a gloomy expression on his face. Really kind of like, watching for a trance as if C Athy really this righteous Yan ghost. Seeing Henry Jones staring at the poster in a daze, Sister Vivi smiled and slapped him: " Silly boy, don't look at it, you fetch water for Cathy to drink? "
Henry Jones recovered, and then remembered to ask Sister Vivi : " She said she has a headache, can I give her ibuprofen? "
" I'm dying, I can't eat this after drinking! " Sister Vivi said in horror. " You got her a hot kerchief and put it on. I used to serve the eldest lady like this. "
Henry Jones laughed. Sister Vivi could n't hold it back and laughed. Everyone knew that Cathy was hypocritical, but she had the princess's life, and they all rushed to serve her.
" Do you want Sister Vivi to send you to school tomorrow ? "
Henry Jones waved his hand, and Sister Vivi said again: " Then I'll let Aunt Wendy make you early, eat it before going. "
He had already walked to the door of the kitchen. Wendy had just finished serving supper to the ladies and was sitting dozing off.