Star Road: Peasants Attack the City

An Ran woke up with an upside-down shaking.

The harsh sunlight had softened a lot through the curtains, and it shone faintly on her body... and the bastard on her body!

"Damn it! Damn you fool! Why are you in love so early in the morning?!"

The buttocks were kneaded wantonly by the big hands, and the heels of the legs were forced to open to accept the huge penetration of the other party. No matter who woke up in the morning and were treated like this or that, they would not be in a good mood.

What's more, he was made to pass out the night before!

Seeing him wake up, Mo Bajue curled up her thin lips slightly, leaned forward and kissed his lips, "Morning."

"Go ahead! Get off!" An Ran raised his foot and tried to kick him, but just gave the opponent an opportunity. One leg was lifted and hung on the opponent's shoulder, and the waist helplessly followed the movement of the opponent's crotch shake.

After getting used to this kind of thing, I still like it very much. A few violent twitches and bumps made him shake with the opponent's movements, and moaning sounds continued to escape from the depths of his throat. He bumped into the head of the bed a few times, and was pulled into his arms by the long arms. He knelt face to face on the other party's genitals and was repeatedly bumped.

"Stick, oh..." An Ran desperately hugged the opponent's firm arm to avoid being scattered by the powerful thrust, and said through gritted teeth, "You...I have to go today..."

"Nothing." Mo Bajue bit his earlobe, held his round buttocks with both hands and opened them, swung his hips quickly and panted softly, "Today...you are not allowed to go out."

"What... ah..."

What followed was another burst of greatsex, and after the routine "morning exercise", An Ran couldn't even lift her fingers.

The result is still at the mercy of others.

Mo Bajue put on his clothes, tucked in the quilt, kissed his forehead, and felt that his obedient appearance was also very cute, then kissed his eyes, nose tip, cheek, and finally lingered on his lips for a long time before he was satisfied. Brushing away the messy bangs on his forehead, "Stay at home today, I'll come back to accompany you after the announcement in the afternoon, huh?"

An Ran's cheeks were burned by his series of hot and humid kisses, he turned his eyes away from his smiling black pupils, and snorted, "I'm going to sleep!"

Mo Bajue patted his head, "I'll cook breakfast and go to sleep after eating."

Fortunately, after coming out of the closet, he has almost become a semi-retired state, and he will answer the announcements he is interested in. Most of the time, he is more free-wheeling, such as today's audition for some shabby movie, if it is not for Shen Cheng's sake He didn't bother to move because he wanted to go up and mean it.

Maybe this idiot just saw through his reluctance and did it so hard in the morning. The secret place between the legs is still burning, it's not really painful, it's just a little sore and limp, and he doesn't want to move lazily.

An Ran ate a delicious breakfast and muttered, "It's all because you spoiled me..."

These days are getting worse day by day. Once I saw Mo Mo bring a little classmate to the house. The two licked the lollipop happily but didn't have their own share. They even ordered Mo Bajue to grab it...

Mo Bajue laughed twice, "Are you satisfied with how you are?"

"...It's okay." An Ran was silent for a while, and said through gritted teeth, "That bastard Shen Cheng actually laughed at me the day before yesterday."

The day before yesterday, the two families got together to play mahjong.

Shen Cheng, Brother Mo, An Ran, and Mo Mo who added a small stool to the chair.

Mo Bajue was cooking dinner in the kitchen wearing an apron.

It was An Ran's first time playing mahjong, and he didn't understand anything. He lost 3 yuan in one breath when he was besieged by three people.

Mo Bajue put on his trench coat, and said calmly, "I will help you win it back."

An Ran was overjoyed, and regardless of the pain in his waist, he rushed forward and slapped him hard on the lips.

Mo Bajue accepted the fat meat delivered to his door with a smile, and the two kissed again and again for a long time.

Shen Cheng who was released as a pigeon was very upset.

The veins on his forehead were bulging, and he stood expressionlessly outside the gate of the studio with his arms crossed, looking at his watch again and again.

Mo Weiqing came from a distance with two cups of soy milk and a pack of steamed buns, and stuffed them into his hands with a smile, "Xiaoba said that my sister-in-law won't come today, let's go back."

"..."

Shen Cheng's face twitched when he heard the words, and he crushed the soy milk cup with one hand, "That wayward bastard..."

Brother Mo dragged Shen Jiji, who was about to go crazy, towards the direction of the car, laughing as he walked, "It's useless to be angry, you won 3 yuan by cheating, and you have to use your body to pay off the debt, Xiaoba was upset last night .”

"What body debt?!" Shen Cheng angrily grabbed his neck and shook desperately, "It's just an audition! The damn director has been pestering me for months, will he die if he shows up? Ah? Will he die? ?! Why is your lifeless brother so strict?!

An Ran was originally mine!mine!I am the agent! "

Brother Mo rolled his eyes straight after being pinched by him, and hurriedly grabbed the other person's hand in a good-tempered manner to comfort him, "Actually, it's nothing, anyway, I won't participate in the audition."

Shen Cheng glanced at him coldly and started the car.

"That's right." Brother Mo said suddenly, "Xiao Ba wants us to go to his house today."

"what?"

"Continue playing mahjong."

"..."

A pair of cotton shoes stepped out from the gate of the airport.

This is the second time that Father Mo has gone to the city to see his two sons, and this time, he has decided not to leave.

The eldest son changed his job to become a full-time driver for the agent of a big company. The youngest son's acting career is booming. Even the grandson dominates the school and brought a group of little kids. He came this time to enjoy himself.

Father Mo is over [-] years old, standing in the wind in a commoner clothes, handsome and vigorous, alone, he didn't bring anything from the country, but before he left, he kicked the village chief on the buttocks, "I told you not to give it to me!" rice wine!"

In the end, he was chased by the village chief with a kitchen knife all the way to the train station with tears in his eyes.

I waved my sleeves, but there was not a single cloud left... Father Mo looked up at the rare blue sky in N City, and walked into N City swaggeringly.

Then he entered the subway station familiarly.

As I said before, Papa Mo came to N City once. As for why the Mo family's ability to adapt to the environment is so strong, it is still a mystery.

He didn't notify anyone this time.

At the same time, a pair of shiny black leather shoes came out from the airport.

Then there was a chubby little old man with a gloomy and hostile look on his face.

Behind him were two young men in black suits and white shirts. They all had handsome faces, but both of them were expressionless.

"Dad, the car is over there." One of the older men bowed his head.

"Take the subway." The majestic little old man ordered.

The man was startled, "What?"

"Subway." After speaking, he walked towards the direction of the subway station first, "Don't follow me."

To him, N City is a dreamland that he hastily fled more than ten years ago, a mess, a stain that he never wants to face again.

But at the moment of stepping here, the old warm emotion still penetrates into the atrium a little bit.

Father Mo looked at a chubby little old man holding a coin, squatting by the security gate and studying it incredulously, his mouth was still muttering, "...how come there is no hole for throwing coins? Ten years ago, taking the bus was always throwing coins. It went into the cave, I remember correctly..."

"He's from the countryside, too." Papa Mo felt sympathy spontaneously, walked over and patted the little old man's soft shoulder, "This is for credit card, no need for a hole."

"..." The little old man glanced at him, patted his buttocks and stood up, asking forcefully, "Where can I buy it?"

Father Mo pointed to the three characters "ticket office".

The little old man stood up, looking down on the world and looking down on me, "Hmph, you've got a good look."

Father Mo said humbly, "Who told you that you don't have eyes?"

"..."

The little old man stared at a commoner swaggeringly swiping his card in front of him and leaving.

The so-called enemies are formed in this way.

In the same carriage of the same subway, two little old men with gloomy faces looking at each other bravely have become a unique landscape today.

After staring for a long time, Father Mo felt his eyes were a little sore, and being angry with such an uneducated old man really didn't conform to his gentleman's family rules. After thinking about it, he calmed down first, "Are you also here to visit relatives?"

The little old man thought for a while, and said solemnly, "...inspect and inspect casually." Inspecting and inspecting means going around.

Father Mo let out an "oh", and began to brag happily.What about my son, what about my nephew, how lofty my status in the village is, even the village chief's ass can be kicked whenever he wants...

People with strong self-esteem especially can't stand others showing off in front of them. The little old man finally couldn't help it, and snorted, "Where are my three sons?"

Father Mo despised him from the corner of his eyes, "Are the three sons amazing? They may not be old after they are born, right?"

"..."

Speaking of this is like poking the sore spot of the little old man. The young son who refuses to go home makes people have difficulty breathing when he thinks about it.

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Old Man Mo showed off again flatteredly, "When my wife was young, she was a well-known beauty from all over the world."

The little old man curled his lips, and his beard hopped up and down, "My wife is said to be the spirit of oriental beauty."

"Oh." Father Mo looked at him sympathetically, "Your wife died too?"

"..."

Gradually, boasting turned into comparing each other, and in the end it turned into swearing at the street.

The two old men stood up and rolled up their sleeves, their faces were red and their ears were red, their ears were red and their voices were hoarse.

"When my wife was young, she was a student at XX University! An intellectual!"

"What is that?! My wife is my sister-in-law!"

"...You are shameless." Papa Mo took a breath and continued, "My youngest son is a well-known big star in China!"

The shameless little old man fought back angrily, "My youngest son is also a well-known domestic star!"

"My son even married a big star!"

"My son also...cough, he found a big star!"

"My son married a star who is a man!"

"My son..." The little old man twitched when he thought of the picture of the bed-rolling sheet he saw at that time, and finally slumped down on the seat, waving his hand, "Forget you, but my son is definitely more handsome than your son!"

"Impossible!" Papa Mo wiped his mouth, his beard was full of spittle, and he gasped, "If you don't believe me, please leave me an address, and I will send you the photo of my son in the future, and you can send me the photo of your son." , let's compete!"

The little old man was so angry that he raised his middle finger regardless of his image, "Just compare."

There are still more than ten minutes away from the next stop, and the two old men are a little weak. Now that the date of the decisive battle has been decided, they stopped screaming and sat side by side waiting to get off the bus.

Father Mo is restless, and he couldn't help squinting at him after a while, "Hey."

"Hmph." The little old man ignored him.

No one could stop Father Mo's nagging interest, he stepped on his shiny leather shoes with cloth soles, "Why are you wearing such an outdated style? My son gave me a big suitcase, and I don't even bother to wear it. There are no books."

This is true, the sons of the Mo family are filial, throwing back a lot of books, clothes, and money, but Mr. Mo is used to wearing cloth clothes, and he always feels uncomfortable with the new ones.

The little old man was surprised.

His outfit was specially designed by the XX designer of the famous foreign hand-made XX brand, and the value is XXXXX, US dollars!

On the other hand, Father Mo is dressed in commoner clothes, the blue is so old... Could it be that the fashion industry for the elderly in China has started to go against fashion?

Seeing that the other party was full of suspicion, Father Mo must not believe it, so he couldn't help being angry. He pointed to a beggar who was worse than himself in the corner of the subway and said, "Did you see that? Why do everyone look at him with reverent little eyes?"

The little old man shook his head dignifiedly to express his puzzlement.

"Because it's bookish!" Papa Mo clapped his hands, "You know what...the one that was popular years ago...yes, Brother Willie! It's famous abroad."

The little old man Willie knew it. During that time, when he read the newspaper every day, he saw a picture of a man in tattered clothes. He said that he was very popular in China, and young people loved him.

Seeing that the little old man was convinced, Father Mo continued his efforts, pointed at the beggar and said, "Old brother, let your clothes be exchanged for his rags, do you want to change them?"

Ragged, refers to the little old man wearing a suit worth XXXXX dollars.

A beggar doesn't know the goods, he only knows that it would be inconvenient to squat down at the street corner to beg for food if he dressed like that, and his crotch would unravel in a few days, so he shook his head hastily, "Don't...I, I don't want to..."

Father Mo is complete.

He turned his head to look at the little old man with a Mona Lisa-style smile, with a look of regret that "your taste for books is so hopeless".

"...Then what should we do?" The little old man looked down at his precious rags in embarrassment.

He still wants to tie back that homeless and unfilial son this time. What's the deal with a man?But I haven't seen you for many years, so I still want to leave a good impression.

Father Mo rolled his eyes and warned, "Don't think about my clothes, I won't change them!"

The little old man hung his shoulders in frustration, and thought for a while, "Otherwise, I'll buy yours!"

"Buy?" Father Mo looked him up and down contemptuously, "You are dressed in such shabby clothes, how can you afford to buy my good clothes?"

"Yes! I have!" The little old man jumped up hastily, took out a wad of dollars from his pocket and stuffed them into his hand, thinking that although it wasn't enough to buy his own suit, it was still enough to send an old man from China.

Unexpectedly, Father Mo stuffed the money back, "What kind of toy money is this? Do you think I'm stupid? My grandson doesn't even recognize this thing."

The little old man was anxious, "This, how could this be a toy banknote? It's real! Go to the bank to exchange it and spend it!"

The Mo family has a family motto not to deceive people too hard.

Father Mo sighed, and said awkwardly, "Forget it, it's cheaper for you."

The little old man was overjoyed, and hurriedly said, "Then change quickly, the station will arrive soon."

Papa Mo smacked his lips and said, "Wait a minute, I see you still have some toy money in your pocket, give it to me, it's worthless anyway, let's see if I can fool my grandson."

The little old man was startled, gritted his teeth, and secretly kept three cards in his pocket, and stuffed the other stacks to Father Mo.

The two happily changed their clothes and got out of the car.

Father Mo was wearing an expensive suit that didn't fit well, and looked at the tattered little old man walking out happily, humming as he walked, "Oh, I waved my sleeves, and there wasn't a single cloud left~~"