The wonderful life of Xu Damao, who is full of love in the courtyard

It's rare to be alive, to live and suffer.

Qin Huairu feels worse than death now.

It's a feeling that life is worse than death.

Sorry for the first time.

Sorry for the first time.

Feeling remorse in his heart, Qin Huairu, who lamented that his life would be worse than death, was kicked hard on the buttocks, and the huge force pushed Qin Huairu upside down into the toilet.

The cheeks were tightly attached to the components of the toilet, and the mouth was kissed to the bottom of the toilet.

"Let you do some work, either cry or cry, why do you cry so much?"

The new eldest sister reprimanded Qin Huairu.

"I remember that you were so awesome during the turmoil. Why are you so afraid of death? Begging for help, let someone help you die, why are you so shameless? You went to the execution ground and made yourself shitty and stinky. You are full of gas. You should stop eating the lunch at noon, and don’t eat the dinner at night. It looks like a fat pig. How can you work with this body? Save a meal at night to reduce the fat on your body. "

Qin Huairu didn't say a word.

She dare not.

Only silently bear.

A prisoner who had a good relationship with Qin Huairu secretly asked Qin Huairu, taking the opportunity of letting the wind go.

"Qin Huairu, Eldest Sister asked you to clean the toilet, just clean the toilet well, why are you crying? Don't be caught by Eldest Sister when you cry."

"Are you regretting it? Hey, think about it. Those of us who come in don't regret it, but what if they are regretting it? Don't we have to stay side by side honestly, and count as a day after day. By the way, Why were you in a daze just now?"

"I feel like someone is trying to put a hat on me."

The prisoner touched Qin Huairu's forehead with his left hand, and his own with his right hand, and muttered, "I don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"

"I'm not talking nonsense. I'm telling the truth. When I was cleaning the toilet just now, I suddenly felt an extremely bad feeling, as if someone was trying to harm me."

The prisoner pointed to the prison uniform on Qin Huairu's body, and then pointed to the shackles on Qin Huairu's feet, "Qin Huairu, I'm not talking about you, you're already on death reprieve, who would want to frame you? You're already like this , he gave you a shit bowl?"

"I'm not lying, I really do feel that way."

"Yes, I believe you. I heard that you have someone on your mind. Is it the cook of your rolling mill?"

Speaking of silly pillars.

Qin Huairu cried again, she felt sorry for Shazhu.

"His name is He Yuzhu, and we call him Silly Zhu."

"What about him?"

Chapter 168 Waste Utilization Qin Huairu (for Subscription)

Of course Qin Huairu knew the meaning behind the prisoner's words.

That's why she regretted it.

Married for several years.

He didn't let Silly Zhu touch him.

Having sex with countless men, only Sha Zhu never got into her bed or next to her.

Hey!

The prisoner touched Qin Huairu with his arm, "Is it okay?"

If a woman is open.

No typhoon of category ten can stop it.

Mouth full of nasty jokes.

More rogue than rogue.

"If the man can't do it, we'll suffer. It's because our dead ghost is a softie. I went out to eat wild food by myself, and there was a mess."

Qin Huairu's complexion changed drastically, and her body was also trembling slightly uncontrollably.

It's like being sick or encountering something that makes him feel frightened and frightened.

"Qin Huairu, what's wrong with you?"

"Just now, that bad feeling came back." Qin Huairu's stammering tone fully explained Qin Huairu's recognition of her premonition.

"Are you OK?"

"Something happened."

"Can you believe it?" The prisoner comforted Qin Huairu, "I still feel that I will go out tomorrow, can I go out? More than ten years."

"Different."

"What's the difference, it's all dog fart, just relax."

"It's really different." Qin Huairu shouted loudly, and then started running like a dog. The guards on the high wall thought Qin Huairu was going to do something, and the weapon in his hand couldn't help aiming at Qin Huairu.

video hall.

Facing the brand-new video studio ready to open for business at any time, Xu Damao felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Not from the three employees.

The video hall has recruited three employees, two men and one woman, all of whom are not the kind of face-saving people.

Even if it's a good face.

Under the influence of firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, it becomes illusory.

Is face more important than life?

Is it the face that matters?

Or is it important for the whole family to eat, drink and sleep?

Of course the latter.

It's a good thing if you can find a meal discount, and you're still picky. From the frankness of their work, you can tell that they still value this job very much.