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Ever since Mengmeng's leg was injured, she hadn't accepted a scene until her leg was healed, and the steel plate inside was removed, and then she accepted a commercial.

He is in his third year of high school, and he is going to work hard, and go straight to filming Zhao Kun's movie after graduation.

On the last winter vacation before the third year of high school, Mengmeng still spent at Lin Qinghe's house. He hadn't been back to his adoptive parents' house for a long time. His adoptive mother always called him and often visited him at school. Mengmeng didn't tell her The real reason for not coming home.

The adoptive mother always thought it was because he was too busy, he had to take on plays during the holidays, and he had to study, so he didn't have time to go home.

A few days before the new year, Lin Qinghe said that he would learn how to make dumplings with Mengmeng, and show his parents his hands for the New Year's Eve dinner.

Although Lin Qinghe had learned a lot of dishes, he still couldn't master the skill of making dumplings. The dumplings he made lay lazily on his stomach and couldn't stand up.

As soon as Mengmeng kicked out the dumpling wrappers, the phone rang. He wiped his hands and asked Lin Qinghe to practice first. After answering the phone, he continued to explain how to make dumplings.

The call was from her younger sister, and Mengmeng knew what her purpose was when she saw the caller ID, so she hesitated for a while before answering the call.

"Brother, don't you go home for the New Year this year?"

Mengmeng was silent for a while, "Well, I won't go back, but I bought some New Year's goods for my family, and I'm going to send them to my mother's work tomorrow. Do you want to go together? By the way, let's go shopping together?"

The younger sister was a little depressed, "Don't go, mom hasn't gone to work these days."

Mengmeng was a little surprised. The place where their mother worked didn't have a holiday until the afternoon of the New Year's Eve. This year, they had a rest before the New Year's Eve?Could it be that you are sick?Their mother's body is not very weak, and she usually doesn't get sick, but the weather has been too cold these days, so she may have caught a cold.

"What's wrong with Mom? Did you catch a cold? You can go buy some medicine for her later. By the way, is Dad at home today? If I'm not at home, I'll go back and see Mom."

My sister sniffled when she heard him say that, "Did Dad hit you before too? That's why you never go home?"

"What's wrong with your voice, isn't it crying?"

Lin Qinghe, who was making dumplings, heard Mengmeng's words, looked at Mengmeng curiously, and asked who he was with his mouth.

Mengmeng glanced at him, got up and went to the living room to make a call.

Mengmeng felt that something was wrong with her sister today, could it be that man who beat her?Or did other shameful things?That man is very perverted, and no one can predict what he can do.

"What's wrong with you? You must tell me if you have been wronged. Although I am not your own brother, I will take care of what happens to you."

The younger sister said hoarsely: "I'm fine, it's my mother, and I was beaten by him again, but this time it wasn't serious enough to go to the hospital, but he always does this, and it's too much. He pretended to be in front of us, but now he doesn't even bother to pretend."

"Don't worry, how is mom doing now? I'll go back and see her."

"No, you'd better not go home. My mother and I will live at my sister-in-law's house for a while. It's fine for now. It will be fine if my mother divorces him after a while."

"Well, we must divorce him. I'll go to my sister-in-law's house to see you later."

"it is good."

Mengmeng sighed, hung up the phone, went to the kitchen to take a look at Lin Qinghe, there was a long row of Lin Qinghe's dumplings, all of them were like glutinous rice balls, round...

"Changed to meat stuffed glutinous rice balls?"

Lin Qinghe rubbed the dumplings, "I didn't do this to make them three-dimensional."

Mengmeng frowned, not knowing what to say, "Then you go ahead, I'll go out."

"Where are you going? I'll accompany you."

"Farewell, I'm going to see my mother, she's been sick recently."

When Lin Qinghe heard this, he quickly put down the dumpling wrapper he had just picked up, "What's wrong? Is it serious? I'll go with you."

Mengmeng hesitated for a moment, "Forget it, I'll be back in a while... For her now, forget it, I'll come back and talk to you in detail."

Lin Qinghe knew that Mengmeng must have a reason for not letting him go, so he didn't ask any more, "Okay, you go, come back and eat glutinous rice balls, bah! It's dumplings!"

Mengmeng left at noon and came back after eight o'clock in the morning. Looking at him, Lin Qinghe felt that he was a little depressed, and he didn't know why, so he couldn't comfort him, so he simply dragged him to the kitchen to watch the dumplings he cooked.

"Have you eaten yet? Today I made a big pot of dumplings. My parents said they were delicious. This is the only plate left. Why don't you often?"

Mengmeng didn't have much appetite, but when she saw the big round and fat dumplings on the plate, her mood improved a lot, she grabbed one and stuffed it into her mouth to taste, "Well, the dumplings I made are really delicious. "

"If I didn't wrap them one by one, they would be a ball!"

Mengmeng picked up another dumpling, looked at it, "Well, a dumpling with clothes on."

"If you hate it so much, then don't eat it." Lin Qinghe pulled the dumpling in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Mengmeng rushed over to cover his mouth with her mouth, hooked the dumpling into her own mouth with her tongue, "I'll eat it, you don't care."

"How could you be so unreasonable, I ate it all in my mouth."

"Who said that it's yours if you eat it?" Mengmeng said she wanted to look down, "I always eat that one of yours, and it's mine too? I have two chirps by myself, awesome gone."

Lin Qinghe raised his hand and patted Mengmeng's forehead, "Let's go back to the room and talk."

"Why, tell you it's hard?" Mengmeng squeezed her hands after she finished speaking, "Well, it's really hard, I just told you a word, what are you doing now..."

Before Mengmeng could finish her words, Lin Qinghe threw her on her shoulders and led her upstairs.

Afraid of being discovered, Mengmeng quickly patted Lin Qinghe on the back, "You are crazy, what if your parents saw it?"

"Don't worry, the two of them are out."

"I haven't finished eating the dumplings yet!"

"I'm holding it for you, eat while you cook."

Mengmeng cast a glance, just in time to see the dumpling in his other hand, a little speechless, "How can I eat while cooking, your skills are so good now, it's hard for me to be distracted."

After he finished speaking, he found that Lin Qinghe's breathing became heavier.

"Then eat after you're done."

"It's tomorrow when it's done."

"Then have some soup first."

Hearing this, Mengmeng patted him on the back, "Shameless."

Lin Qinghe raised the corner of his mouth and said nothing, carried Mengmeng to the room and threw him on the bed, and took off his clothes in two or three strokes.

Mengmeng raised her two arms to wrap around Lin Qinghe's neck, and raised her head impatiently, "Kiss me quickly."

Lin Qinghe kissed on the tip of his nose, then kissed down on the mouth, and then bit down on the small pussy, Mengmeng couldn't stand the slow kiss, so she directly stuck her tongue in, and her hands were not idle. He went to untie Lin Qinghe's pants.

Lin Qinghe responded to him with a smile, grabbed Mengmeng's legs with both hands, and separated them, "Hook your feet around my waist."

"Do you need to teach me?" After Mengmeng finished speaking, she turned over and lay on the bed.

Lin Qinghe frowned, and put his palm on his back. Mengmeng's back was very white and slippery. Lin Qinghe's eyes turned red when he touched it. He couldn't bear it for a moment, "Why do you prefer this position? ? Just don't want to look at my face? Don't you have other boys in your head?"

Mengmeng looked back at him, then raised her hand and patted her buttocks, "Isn't this going to let you see my sexy buttocks!"

Lin Qinghe squeezed it with a smile, "Where's the face? How can anyone praise themselves?"

Mengmeng raised her eyebrows, "Not sexy? Not raised?"