Human food sex

It takes no more than a thousand sheep to fall asleep at night, and once it is interrupted, it has to start again.

He had just counted to the 960th nine when the bay knocked on the door, and all his previous efforts were lost with a ring of the doorbell.

He opened the door irritably, slightly dazed: "...what's the matter?"

"I..." Haiwan couldn't say the word "borrow" and asked bravely, "I'm sorry to bother you. Do you have AA batteries at home?"

Chi Gui frowned slightly, rather impatiently: "No."

The door closed with a "bang", Haiwan took two steps, his mind became more and more blocked, and he went back to ring the bell.The voice of late return like water and the noisy doorbell came out: "What else?"

"What's the matter with you? If you don't have it, you don't have it. What kind of door are you throwing!" After all, Haiwan is not a person who swallows his anger, but handles everything with a "forget it" attitude.Then again, even if you don't want to forget it, so what?

Chi Gui laughed back angrily, looked at the watch on the wall, and said with a sneer, "It's ten eleven, you are neither my relative nor my old friend. It's just that you just moved in and didn't even say hello. Neighbor, what right do you have to disturb other people's rest late at night? Before you commit this behavior, you should be prepared to be sneered at. What else is there now, please finish it all at once. "

"I..." Haiwan was speechless. Facing the sensible late return, he seemed to find no reason to refute, not to mention that he was persuaded by the other party from the bottom of his heart that his behavior was indeed inappropriate. "Can you lend me the remote control of the air conditioner...to use it?"

Chi Gui pushed open the door with a sullen face, motioning him to look at the wall.

The bay glanced at it, and there was a rectangular thermostat dial embedded in the dark gray marble, with the air conditioner button on it, showing the twenty degrees Celsius in the room at the moment.

"Can I go?" Before he could answer, Chi Gui closed the door again.

"Siberian frozen stinky snail!" Haiwan returned home in a depressed mood, empty-handed, and said, "I didn't ask for the battery, and I was reprimanded. If you can't do it, just bear with it."

Lu Yuanzhou couldn't care less about the heat, he leaned his head and asked curiously: "What did he accuse you of?"

"Let's just say that I'm not his friend or relative. If I disturb him in the middle of the night, I deserve to be treated coldly." Haiwan took off his shirt, picked up his fan and said, "He spoke well, but his attitude is so annoying!"

"Let's ask him for a contact information tomorrow." The excitement in Lu Yuanzhou's heart overflowed on his face, but fortunately, the neon lights all over the city couldn't shine through this small window, so he couldn't see clearly. "When you encounter good resources, don't worry about what you have, just rush to grab them first. What my old man said still makes sense."

Haiwan let him talk to himself, took out his phone and downloaded Weibo, and asked him, "How do I apply for an account?"

"Hey, aren't you unwilling to show your face?" Lu Yuanzhou said, "Just use WeChat to log in."

Haiwan forwarded a koi carp, and went through the events of the past two days in his mind. Lying on the bed of 1702 for the first time at this moment, it was like a dream, making people feel in a trance.

Lu Yuanzhou's breathing became heavy, he turned over and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Lin Cheng took Lu Yuanzhou to the tavern on the way. After Haiwan washed up, he changed into decent clothes and walked to the hotel behind Haiwan International with his resume, which was written in just three lines.

As expected by Lu Yuanzhou, the female supervisor in a black suit only glanced at his resume, and rejected him with subtle but firm attitude.

It's not yet noon after leaving the hotel, and this time is when it starts to be busy. Most of the guests check out and check in at this moment.

People who go out to live in five-star hotels, especially those on the executive floor and presidential suites, don't care about the hour between early check-out and late check-out.Just as Bill Gates can't waste time picking up money, they won't chase the end.

Haiwan sat on the railing on the side of the ring road outside the hotel, stared blankly for a while, and suddenly saw the frozen snail driving around in a Tin Ding car.

If we talk about Tintin cars, there is naturally more than one car in the world, especially in this kind of place.But the paint job of the old bastard's car is different. The color is unremarkable, a low-key caramel brown red, but the texture is unusual no matter how you look at it.

Haiwan naturally doesn't understand the difference between the painting of imported cars and domestic cars, but he can see that this is due to years of immersion in half the art circle.Besides, he actually witnessed the frozen snail getting out of the car.

Their eyes met, and Chi Gui glanced at him, calm and emotionless, like strangers, it should be said that they were strangers who hated each other.

The female supervisor who was still domineering just now changed her face instantly, came out with a flattering expression, and led him in.

Sure enough, there are millions of roads, and people are divided into different classes.

It was just a quarter past twelve, and the sun was scorching hot. Even though I was in the green sea, my clothes were still soaked in sweat.

Haiwan walked back dejectedly, turned around, and saw two cars in front of him lying across the middle of the road, a fresh white pickup truck crashed through the fence, half of his head stuck out, and a flamboyant blue supercar Already beyond recognition.

The traffic police pulled up the isolation belt on the outside, and a row of fluorescent green traffic signs beside it guided the vehicles to divert.As soon as Haiwan turned his head, he heard a voice calling from behind: "Brother Chigui—it's me, of course!"