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How long does it take to get familiar with something?

When she first came to Hong Kong, it took Zhuang Er less than a day, or even a week, to get familiar with the route between home and school. She developed the habit of staying in bed and taking shortcuts to enter the classroom.

Her tablemate's family is a fish seller and lives near the pier. He is familiar with the faint fishy smell on his body. Need to start school? Later? An autumn when the leaves turn yellow and decline.

"You? Your parents divorced you? Don't you know?" Hang Huihui said over and over again in Zhuang Er's mind, becoming a needle along? Her brain nerves were being pierced, repeatedly, forcing her to remember The minutiae since high school, it turns out that this incident is not without any signs.

This woman with a rough voice? She looks like a man is still in the cause of her parents' divorce, but it changed from number one to number two in one night.

Zhuang You hadn't gotten used to the weather in Lingang City for six years. She lived in the factory dormitory for more than a month and it turned out to be a casual job, but it didn't go so smoothly.

On the first night, there was so much noise next door? It was as if a man was about to knock out a woman's uterus. Zhuang Er was woken up and lay on the bed staring blankly until dawn.

The next day, Cui Xing saw her huge dark circles. She was in front of her? Wearing a bra, with her hands stretched backwards? Buttoning, yawning: "Didn't sleep well last night? Sister Hong, her husband? She also likes her husband because she is famously rough? In this way, the more violent the more I like it, the gentler is not called love."

Cui Xing's movements were not gentle, he put on a T-shirt and hit Zhuang You with the elbow twice, the first time he apologized, the second time he looked at the person who seemed to be out of his body, and said you? Know how to hide?

She slid to the corner of the bed, raised her two legs, raised her buttocks, and put on her black underwear. She picked up the tight denim shorts and said while wearing them: "You are so delicate, I can't stand it all night, you? Go home." you?."

"I won't return."

Zhuang Er lay back down again, it was only seven o'clock in the morning, and the room was already getting stuffy.Cui Xing spends all his money on clothes and cosmetics. The air conditioner has been broken for 800 years and he doesn’t know how to fix it. When he turns it on, the machine doesn’t cool down. I don't know which one is more annoying, but Zhuang Er squinted his eyes and sweated at the same time, but felt much cooler after staring dryly.

She didn't cover her with a quilt anymore, and all she needed to do was to close her eyes to complete the part of catching up on sleep.

Cui Xing didn't know why he was there so early in the morning, such a rude person, the door was still closed when he left? It was quite light.

Zhuang Er stayed in Cui Xing's rented house for more than a month. During this period, his parents called respectively, and they had a complete showdown under her pressure.In the past, it was to not affect her studies, but later I found out that Zhuang Er had no academic intelligence at all, and it was just the same thing if it didn't affect her. As early as her sophomore year in high school, her parents had Divorced, that's why we get together less and leave more.

"At the beginning, I sentenced you to me. Now that you grow up, you want to go to your mother's place. It's okay, but last time I heard that she is going to get married again and is pregnant. You? Think about it for yourself." Her father was in the bar, and there was someone in the background sounding drunk.

Zhuang Er: "Yeah?"

Her father simply broke the pot and said: "Well, I don't serve wine here, but now Hang Huihui is your queen? Mother, be polite to others? Don't make trouble."

Zhuang You rolled his eyes quickly to the sky: "You? Don't you think it's dirty?"

The spring sofa under the buttocks could hardly bounce anymore. Cui Xing kicked from behind, and Zhuang Er leaned forward a little bit. He heard Cui Xing there, folding clothes and scolding: " Then you? Don't fucking sit on my sofa, the sofa is also dirty."

Cui Xing has a lot of clothes, and the bed is not as big as the wardrobe, so I saved them together for washing. Even in Lingang in winter, I am not afraid of not drying them in the sun, but it takes too much time to fold clothes.

"Hey, help me fold the clothes here."

No one said anything, Cui Xing looked back, and saw that Zhuang Er really didn't sit on the sofa anymore. The body of a prospective college student was as thin as a bamboo pole, and his butt was only the size of a small floor tile.

Everyone in the area of ​​Jinshuiwan knows that Cui Xing has a bad temper, so bad? The mother who introduced her into the industry had already gone looking for other beautiful ladies. Repeat customer.

But Zhuang Er didn't know, so when she raised her head and wanted to take a deep breath to calm down, Cui Xing threw a sexy bra just to cover her face.

Cui Xing has always stood without standing or sitting. When he was tired of folding clothes, he sat on the bed with his legs wide open, as if he was an occupational disease in this industry.

She hasn't been to work for a while, and she doesn't know where to go? She has dyed her hair yellow, and her skin is so white that it is so radiant.Cui Xing sneered, "Get out if you think it's dirty."

The one surnamed Zhuang really got up from the ground, the bra fell down, and she lifted her foot to skip it, Cui Xing: "Are you really leaving?"

The ten-square-meter house is divided by furniture, and the remaining few square meters can be walked without performing an affectionate and persuasive play.When Zhuang Er was about to leave, Cui Xing was able to grab her as soon as he stretched out his hand, but Cui Xing didn't grab her, and she was already reluctant to ask if she really left? This is the biggest performance of this person.

After all, she is not as good as Zhuang Er's cooking.

Cui Xing thought, she just couldn't bear it? This, nothing else.

So what is it that Zhuang You is reluctant to part with at this moment?

She sorted them out one by one in her mind, isn't it so small that she can only stand with her legs apart on both sides of the squat pit to take a bath, isn't it a semi-human who is full of cosmetics and can't even put in the endless passion fruit lemon chicken feet? The refrigerator is tall, and it’s not even this dilapidated room where there are no clothes on the balcony, and you have to stick your hands out the window and hang them on the clothesline.

It was the bra that Cui Xing threw at her.

Zhuang Er's face is small, Cui Xing's breasts are big, and Cui Xing's cover for secondary sexual characteristics has become like a hijab, which covers Zhuang Er's facial features. It has the smell of laundry detergent on it, because most of the mouth and nose have been deprived? Zhuang Er's imagination of Cui Xing's filthy and charming smell reminded her of the time when they were in bed.

The air conditioner was broken, and the fan couldn't blow on it all night, making the surroundings more humid and stuffy, and the loud and clear voice of the sister Hong next door...all of these made the not-so-large bedding under them become unbearable. □□ hotbed.

Cui Xing turned over, and her arms were inadvertently placed on Zhuang Er's thin vest, which could arouse her trembling. The impatience of going down the third road had to be spent by clamping her legs, and Zhuang Er was in the dark. Biting her lips, because the person she wanted was dirty, and she felt that she was even more dirty.

Or something like Hang Huihui, how could she, how could she?

In this way, she suffered until dawn, and the dawn not only pierced the darkness, but also became the Holy Inquisitor who rescued her from sin and repentance.

But now because of a bra, Zhuang Er's whole heart is sinking again. She is in the light, but there is a cliff and an abyss under her feet, and it is Cui Xing who asked her "really go".

This time it's from the back, this time there is no backlight, Cui Xing still feels that he and Zhuang Er are people from two different worlds, but this does not affect her desire to have someone who can live with her and take care of her, just like she did that night When he came back from a hangover, Zhuang Er carried her upstairs and made sober tea for her.

So Cui Xing is willing to lend his clothes to Zhuang Er to wear. The goose-yellow skirt on Zhuang Er doesn't have the smell of her, like a child who grew up normally.

But Cui Xing forgot that Zhuang Er has no home now.

She has no home to return to, and this rented house with peeling walls has become a refuge under the current situation. Zhuang Er thought, after school starts? She will definitely leave.

"Buy ice cream to reduce the fire, hit the street!"

Zhuang Er asked: "You? Do you want it?"

Cui Xing: "Okay."

After buying a bag of ice cream, Zhuang Er checked when she lived in the factory dormitory while paying.

Thirteen days a month, it took her thirteen days to get acquainted with Cui Xing.

The sister Hong next door came to deliver bacon once, Zhuang Er learned from her that Cui Xing was only 25 years old this year, her father died when she was a child, her mother was an idiot, she was trafficked by human traffickers as a child bride, she fled halfway, and was displaced. In several provinces and cities, it was Sister Hong who saw her beautiful and took her to Lingang to do flesh and blood business.

Knowing that Cui Xing's original name was not this, but what Jinhua was called, what a fucking thief.

I also know that Cui Xing's bad temper is bad, and his mantra is nothing? Nothing? Don't follow the trend.

Sister Hong: "Wake up, let's help my sister buy a condom."

In the middle of the night, Cui Xing was still applying the mask, and replied, "Okay."

One of her sisters at Paradise Wharf: "Sister, help me have a drink or two, I can't bear it, these gangsters are pouring to death."

Cui Xing put down the chicken feet made by Zhuang Er, and took off the oily gloves, with his head and shoulders sandwiched between his mobile phone: "Okay."

It was just dawn, and Cui Xing's cell phone rang. Apart from his good appearance and good figure, this man had all kinds of bad habits. He lay on the bed and refused to move. He touched Zhuang Er with his elbow. , turned on the speakerphone.

It was a man, and he sounded like an old man. Cui Xing called him Mr. Wang.

Nothing? It's not that kind of thing, Cui Xing: "Okay."

OK you? Paralyzed!

Zhuang Er lifted off the thin layer of towel with such force? Cui Xing felt a gust of wind around her face, and she glanced at Zhuang Er: "What are you doing?"

"Take a shower, the air conditioner is not fixed, and I'm sweating." Zhuang Er walked into the bathroom and took off the wet underwear.

Cui Xing: "After finishing this cannon, we will repair it, okay?"

Cui Xing didn't come back that night, and he didn't reply to text messages, so Zhuang Er didn't sleep all night.

It was after six o'clock in the morning when I heard the sound of the door opening. When Cui Xing walked in, she was startled by Zhuang Er who was sitting on the ground. She muttered, "Is it so hot?"

Cui Xing was carrying a water-blue bag, which he had never seen before. It should have been given by Mr. Wang.

Before she had time to put down the bag, Zhuang Er who suddenly rushed over pressed her against the door panel, the bag slid down, the metal chain strangled Cui Xing's arm, and Zhuang Er kissed her lips.

While kissing, Zhuang Er satisfies his own desires, yet feels disgusting, so disgusting that he wants to vomit, thinking that the strange man in the same position must have kissed countless times yesterday.But where is Cui Xing clean?

Her eyes... Zhuang You kissed Cui Xing's eyes, she thought? The other party has a habit of pandering, so he is so obedient and let her plunder. There are often times when a strong woman refuses to take off her clothes.

The unilateral demands turned into the intertwined desires of both parties. Cui Xing was so comfortable in the sound of tsk tsk kisses? Raising his neck, the other party stroked her, kissed her, and bit her, but trampled on her when he got angry:

"You? How much does it cost once?"

Zhuang Er was like a heartless monster at this moment, she clearly saw the sadness in Cui Xing's eyes instead of comfort, but turned a blind eye.

Their lips parted. Cui Xing's lower lip was bitten by Zhuang Er, and it was still oozing blood. She hugged Zhuang Er's neck, panting, her chest heaved up and down, and smiled: " You? When? I'm a chicken? All right."

When her identity became her client, facing Cui Xing's mantra of treating everyone equally, what Zhuang Er thought in his heart was to do you? Paralysis.

But Cui Xing is obviously a chicken, or does he not want her to be a chicken?

Zhuang Er let go of Cui Xing's arm.