[Comprehensive] I got the certificate with the male god, what do you want to ask?

This time it's August [-] and the male god's Valentine's Day.

According to what my brother said, unless the male god proposes to me, don’t live together, and try not to stay at the male god’s house to keep it fresh. He also gave me a lot of advice, such as improving my sleep endurance.

What is sleep resistance..... One is style, and the other is technique. Style means to sleep with interest and creativity, and find ways in terms of location, clothing, and style. As for skills, you have to reflect it. It's like hugging a piece of wood, but you can't show too much passion, otherwise you will feel like a woman who has lost her footing.

If I think about skills, I actually don’t have any skills. If I were KJ, would the male god think that I look like a woman? Let’s wait until after marriage. If he is willing to marry me... then the only thing that can work is the style. I thought about it, and found a decoration company to redecorate the living room and bedroom. The bed in the bedroom was replaced with a four-corner beaded gauze curtain. The sofa, kotatsu, TV, and decoration were removed from the living room, and a large piece Carpets, bought a lot of Turkish-style utensils, repainted the walls, pasted Islamic-style patterns made of Iznik tiles, and installed some colored lights.

I went to buy Turkish dishes and came back, put them in containers separately, changed into belly dance costumes, painted smoke, and waited for the male god to come.

The male god came at the appointed time. I waited for him to press the doorbell three times before opening the door. I pulled up the veil and said delicately that you are back~

The male god was obviously taken aback.

I pulled him in, asked him to sit down, then lowered the brightness of the lights, put on the music, and started dancing. Turkish belly dance is a belly dance with bolder, more exposed movements, with very obvious hints, and intense pot The bone swings back and forth, the movement is very exaggerated, I danced a song, and then accompanied by the fierce drumbeat, twisted my waist and hips, twirled, twirled, turned to him, poured wine for him, the male god wanted to hold my hand, Dodged by me, I turned around and went to the middle of the living room to continue dancing the second song, but he came over and pushed me onto the carpet...

The male god didn't want to unbutton his clothes at all, so he just pulled them. The beads and bells on the clothes crackled all over the place. I wanted to take off the skirt, but he didn't give me the time to lift the skirt and pull it away. The legs are pressed against the sides of the body...do not hug me to the bed, hey, I even sprinkled a room full of rose petals in the bedroom and bought aphrodisiac incense, but judging from this posture, it is really unnecessary Urge...

Between the clouds and the rain, I saw the clothes that were thrown aside, and thought absently, it turns out that the male god is so exotic, that’s so easy to handle, let’s change into a cheongsam next time, it’s more interesting to tear it off...

After the end, the male god didn't sleep with his head down like before. He stretched out his arm and let me rest on his arm. We just looked at each other for a while.

Like it?I asked him.

Um.He kissed me on the lips.

Do you want to go back to bed?

right here.

I lay my pillow on the male god's arm, put my hand on his chest, and felt his breathing. After a while, my consciousness became blurred. When I was about to fall asleep, I was awakened by a rapid knock on the door. The male god picked up the sweater Put it on, and beckon me to the bedroom inside.

It turned out to be the curly-haired girl and Xiandao.

Xiandao looked at the decoration of the living room and the beads and bells that had fallen all over the floor, and smiled strangely.

I think my face must be blushing. What others have seen of this habit makes me feel ashamed when I think about it. Goodbye folks... The male god looks normal, only unhappy to be disturbed .

I made tea and brought it out.The reason Xiandao said was that he was captured by local armed groups when he was taking pictures in Lebanon, and he was in dire straits.

I froze for a moment, how could Bu Er run to such a place?

Xiandao said that he let Fuji go.

So you let Buer go alone in such a dangerous place?

Xiandao didn't speak, his face was full of guilt.

I asked Xiandao again, have you talked to Fuji's parents?

Xiandao shook his head.

You didn't inform his parents about such a big event? !

It is meaningless to say these now, the male god suddenly opened his mouth and said, have you contacted the embassy over there?What does the Ministry of Foreign Affairs say?

Xiandao said that he had contacted him and told him to wait, but it was too late to wait for the embassy to come forward, and the captives were almost never released there.He also said that he contacted a friend and said that there was a way to save him, but she wanted 300 million knives in return. Xiandao said that he only had 110 million knives in hand, and the 20 knives of the curly girl were still short of 170 million knives.

I was a little puzzled when I heard her word, she?Can Bu Er be rescued by some means?

The male god didn't ask any more questions, explaining that the bank will transfer the money to Xiandao as soon as the bank opens tomorrow.Xiandao and the curly-haired girl sat in my apartment until 08:30 in the morning, watching the news about there. I prepared breakfast for them, Xiandao barely ate a sandwich, the curly-haired girl shook his head, and Xiandao pushed the juice Tell her, Zhou Zhu hasn't come back, you can't fall down anymore.

The curly-haired girl took a few sips from the glass of juice, put it down again, and said, Teacher, I really can't swallow it.

The bank opened at nine o'clock. We went to several banks and only got 70 yuan. The bank said they didn't inform in advance, so they didn't prepare such a large amount of foreign exchange. Xiandao kept looking at his watch, showing a anxious look, curly-haired girl His eyes were red and he looked like he was about to cry again.

I called my brother and asked him if he wanted to pay the manufacturer in Vietnam. I asked him to borrow 100 million knives. I only said that it was the male god’s private matter, and I didn’t explain why I wanted to borrow the money. My brother Say you don't know why he borrowed money, so you just lend him?

I say he always has his reasons.

After hearing this, my brother was speechless and said that you are an idiot when you are in love.

Brother, in case I am deceived, I will change the name of my apartment to yours. You know that location in Tokyo is very good, and it can still be sold for 100 million knives.

My brother was going to die of anger, Yoshida mirror, you will be tricked to death by him one day, and then hung up the phone.

I think it's over this time, what should I do?

Teak?He will definitely not lend me.Otherwise, if I bother Chunfei again, Xuwang’s family must have the money, but... I flipped through the names in the phone book and thought about how to get enough money, and a message came, my brother was angry, so he helped me, dear Brother is good.

I asked Xiandao, is the friend you mentioned reliable, after all, it is 300 million US dollars.

Xiandao lowered his eyelids and said, there is no other way but to believe.

At this time, it is not easy for me to ask if the other person was not rescued, and the money was wasted, who will pay me back the money... But in this case, I can only transfer the money to his account first.

You asked me if I paid back the money later?

I paid it back, not only did he come back, but he even brought back part of the photos from there. Xiandao gave all the profits from the photos to my male god, and he became the biggest creditor of Fuji. Xiandao joked that this time Zhou Zhu really sold himself to me, the curly-haired girl shook Buer's hand and said, Teacher, I will help him pay it back.

When Xiandao heard it, he smiled slightly.

The person who has to be rescued here is definitely a "she". We went to pick them up together. She is tall and six feet tall, wearing khaki trousers and an old camouflage vest, with short silver hair and ice blue His pupils seemed to be of Slavic descent, with a row of studs on his ears, and seven rings on his ten fingers. There were small bumps on the rings, which were not for decoration.

She greeted us proficiently in Japanese, and said sorry, she could have come back earlier, but she had several bullet casings in her body, so she couldn't pass the safety supervision, so she had to come back by boat, and generously introduced her name as Allison, for the convenience of reading Post girls remember, I will call her a long-legged girl later, because her legs are too long, and she has a beautiful mobile phone function.

You would never have imagined the profession of the long-legged girl. She is actually a soldier.... She didn't intend to hide it from us at all, and she generously told us about her salary settlement standard, and also told us about the market. The price of soldiers has not been very good in the past few years, and even experienced veterans like her have dropped a lot, and the lowest price in Africa, the Middle East is relatively high, and the price given by A.F.Khan was the best in the past, but it is not good now. Then she said that she dug out the Immortal Dao from Ah Fu Khan's waste, but she didn't expect to go to the side to dig his students after a few years...

I was embarrassed and asked the long-legged girl, she doesn't look big, how can she be an experienced veteran?Is the Yongbing market changing quickly?

The long-legged girl drank a big sip of beer and said that she started this industry when she was about six/seven/eight years old. Most of her contemporaries either retired or died. After all, there are quite a few women in this industry. Disadvantages... He also said that he should also retire.

Xiandao opened a can of beer to the long-legged girl, and said yes, I just need a bodyguard for my next trip.

The girl took the beer, drank most of it in one gulp and said, do you still have money left in your pocket?Let me guess how much is left?One hundred thousand?fifty thousand?Ten thousand?I'm an old friend and I'll give you a discount.

The atmosphere suddenly became a bit delicate...Xiandao really took out his wallet and counted it. According to the current exchange rate, it should be converted into US dollars, which should be enough to buy you for one night.

The long-legged girl was still drinking beer casually.

Xiandao smiled and asked me to buy wine, and I took the curly-haired girl and the male god to buy it together.

The curly-haired girl asked how many people are needed to buy wine.

I say yes, because they drink a lot.

The curly-haired girl looked at the male god in a daze. The male god probably understood what I meant and said, they are very good at drinking.

Oh……

We didn't go back that night. After buying the wine, I suggested to go and see Buer. The curly girl asked the teacher what wine he wanted?I said they both had other things to do, so I guess they didn't need to drink.

The curly-haired girl understood what I meant, she turned red from one ear to her neck, and stopped asking questions about alcohol, just like we went to the hospital.When I saw the curly-haired girl, I couldn't move anymore. The male god and I went back to him with beer.

I am a little bit surprised, Xiandao is actually fascinated by such a woman...

The male god hummed, took the wine bag from me, and took my hand.

The male god told me about his high school days, there were other people in Xiandao at that time, our shadows stretched very long under the moonlight, walk slowly, walk slowly, it would be great if this road had no end.

The long-legged girl stayed in Japan for more than a month. One night in mid-March, we all had a hot pot meeting at the apartment in Xiandao. The girl said that she went downstairs to buy green onions and never came back. In the first month, Xiandao received a message, which was very short. It was roughly that the girl said that her life in Japan was very happy, and it was the most unforgettable month in her life.The girl didn't say where she was going, or whether she would come back, Xiandao listened to the message several times, and then pressed delete.

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