Little brother, a name that makes people want to think wrongly.

Song Baojun shook his head and said with a smile: "I already have a girlfriend."

"Why are you playing alone in the amusement park? Isn't your girlfriend with you?"

"Her family is not here, I came to my grandfather's house for the New Year."

Wang Zi squinted her eyes and laughed, put her hand on Song Baojun's thigh and said with a smile: "Isn't that good? My girlfriend is not around anyway, so she can play whatever she wants."

Even if Song Baojun was a fool, he guessed that this woman was hooking up with him.

This made Song Baojun a little inflamed. He was indeed too handsome. Even a playground could make such a beautiful young woman throw herself into her arms.

But he was a gentleman after all, so he didn't answer the conversation, but grabbed the back of his head and smiled, looking honest and honest.

Seeing that Song Baojun was stupid in uniform, Wang Zi couldn't help but curse in his heart, saying that he was so proactive, why is this little guy embarrassed?

If it were other men, they would have pounced on them long ago.

However, due to the divorce, she has remained single in recent years and has not done much with men. However, after all, she is already thirty years old, and her desire in that aspect has begun to become stronger.

Especially in today's situation, once both parties took off their clothes, she felt the hormones in her body began to become active.

Moreover, although this young little brother looks average, he looks pretty good, and he should be a good person. If he can further develop a relationship with him, it would not be a bad thing.

She rolled her eyes and pointed to the clothes that Song Baojun threw on the ground and said, "The clothes and pants are wet, and I will definitely not be able to wear them for a while. I'll send you two sets of clothes here? Otherwise, I'll wait for the clothes to be fucked in the car until tomorrow."

"Okay, then I'll trouble you." Song Baojun nodded repeatedly. It's really hard for him to call someone to send clothes here.

After all, I and Wang Zi in the car are almost taking off all. If my parents and others are asked to send clothes over, God knows what they will think?

"Okay." Wang Zi nodded, then smiled and took off the blanket on her body, looked at Song Baojun and said, "Come on, let me measure the size for you, otherwise I will be afraid that it will not fit if I give you clothes."

"Okay, Sister Wang, do you know these more?" Song Baojun nodded and asked curiously.

"Nonsense, I run a clothing company, and I am also the chief designer of our company. What's this little thing?" Wang Zi smiled proudly, and then signaled Song Baojun to raise his hand to make it easier for her to measure the size.

Song Baojun cooperated and raised his hand, allowing Wang Zi's hand to touch and gesture on him.

"Let's sideways, I'll measure my waist." Wang Zi signaled Song Baojun to turn around, and Song Baojun also cooperated with each other.

Then he heard some erect voices coming from behind. Wang Zi's hands suddenly hugged him from behind, and a pair of warm and plump balls also stuck to his back.

Wang Zi put his chin on Song Baojun's shoulder, and his hand slid down between Song Baojun's thighs and stroked her. She exhaled in Song Baojun's ear and said, "Little brother, my sister's body is very cold. Can you help her warm her down?"

"This..." Song Baojun didn't expect that the young woman was so proactive. Without waiting for him to react, Wang Zi had already reached into his underwear.

"Don't you want this? Why are you polite to your sister? My sister is very clean and has never had sex with men." Wang Zi's body also became hot, and her two beautiful legs wrapped around Song Baojun's waist from behind.

Song Baojun swallowed, gritted his teeth and struggled, but grabbed Wang Zi's wrist, took her hand out of his underwear, and said with a wry smile: "Sister Wang, don't do this."

"Why? Are you a little enemy who is afraid that your sister will let you take responsibility? Don't worry, my sister only enters your body, not your life." Wang Zi's eyes were extremely sad, and her body was wrapped tighter. She obviously made up her mind and didn't want to let Song Baojun go.

She spoke so directly that Song Baojun felt like she was a woman, and she was a strong man with a sperm brain.

"No, I'm not refusing, I just think I should take it slowly, and at least there is a process to adapt, such as having a meal and watching a movie together, which is too direct and I can't stand it."

"Adaptation process? You think the mood is not enough, right?"

"It's probably understandable this way, and my sister and the others are still playing the Ferris wheel. I have to go to find them later. I dare not play with you in the car for so long. Why don't you make an appointment next time?" Song Baojun turned his face and looked at Wang Zi and asked.

Hearing Song Baojun say this, Wang Zi's face was a little resentful, but he felt a little relieved. He nodded and said reluctantly: "Okay, I'll send you clothes first. Then when will you have time?"

Song Baojun tilted his neck and thought for a while before giving a reply. "Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow? Sister Wang, give me a contact information, and I will call you at that time."

"Okay." Wang Zi agreed readily, flipped over from the car to his bag, took out a business card and handed it to Song Baojun.

Song Baojun looked down and saw that the business card read Wang Zi, general manager of Meizi Clothing Company, and there was also contact information below.

"Please keep it, don't let my sister give me a promise to find someone." Wang Zi licked her lips and pinched Song Baojun's butt, her look like a female hooligan made Song Baojun cry without tears.

She took out the phone and called her secretary. The two of them waited for about half an hour before someone drove over.

Wang Zi's secretary is a girl and looks in her twenties. Wang Zi opened part of the car window and asked her to stuff her clothes from outside, and then asked her to go back directly.

The clothes are brand new, probably not long ago.

Song Baojun took it and put it on his body. After both of them changed their clothes, Song Baojun took out his wallet and cell phone from the wet clothes, and his face felt a little bitter.

The mobile phone has water in, but the problem should not be too big, just wait until it is done naturally.

If the wallet is filled with water, it will be a bit troublesome. Identity cards and bank cards are definitely fine. The money in the wallet will be useless and they are wet and wrinkled into a ball.

When Song Baojun came out, he counted the money in his wallet. He just got rid of the tickets and other things, and there should be about two thousand left.

If it were Song Baojun, who had made more than 2,000 yuan in this way, would have been so angry that he would not have enough food for a month.

"Oh, go back and blow dry slowly." Looking at Qian Song Baojun, who was wrinkled, did not dare to move, and could only hold his wallet silently in his hand.

Seeing Song Baojun's face hurt, Wang Zi next to him looked funny, took out a stack of money from his wallet and handed it to Song Baojun, and said with a smile: "Take it."

"How can this work?" Song Baojun shook his head quickly and did not reach out to take the stack of money. He was not rewarded without any merits, and the stack of money looked like it had five or six thousand from the thick bottom.

"Come on, just think it's your sister who supports you? Just turn around and work hard on the bed." Wang Zi stuffed the money directly into Song Baojun's pocket, as if he was keeping you.

Song Baojun was immediately amused and couldn't accept her money. After agreeing to call her whenever he had time, Song Baojun got out of the car and drove towards the Ferris wheel, and casually pinched Wang Zi's business card into a ball and threw it into the trash can next to him.

He really doesn't plan to make an appointment with this beautiful young woman. If he wants to get a woman, he can get big star Xu Shuxin to come and hug her with just one phone call.

"What if I get married with her? I'm as good as a wolf at thirty. It's fine if I take away my innocence, but I'm afraid I can squeeze myself out in one night." Song Baojun muttered to himself.

When he returned to the bottom of the Ferris wheel, the two women were already standing below and waiting, and Song Jingtong was still making a phone call with her cell phone.

Seeing that Song Baojun was back, she hurriedly hung up the phone and ran to Song Baojun and shouted: "Brother, where did you just go? Why did you change your clothes as well?"

"When I was just smoking, I accidentally fell into the fountain and went to buy new clothes." Song Baojun explained helplessly.

"Haha, you're so stupid." Both women laughed gloating when they heard Song Baojun fall into the fountain pool.

Song Baojun looked angry and looked angry and pinched his two sisters' faces with his hands, then snorted coldly and said, "I like to laugh, right? I'm going home, I won't play anymore."

"Don't, brother, do I have anything else I want to play? Go back later."

"That's brother, Ruoru still wants to play. Ruoru likes his brother the most. Will he take us to play?"

When the two women heard that Song Baojun was going back, they quickly began to act cute and beg Song Baojun.

Song Baojun deliberately made a stern face. When he saw the two women so anxious, he couldn't help laughing. He looked down at his watch and laughed: "Okay, play for another hour, and then go home to prepare for dinner, otherwise his parents would be angry."

"Okay." The two girls said so much that they flipped the good flip flops very long, and then happily pulled Song Baojun to play elsewhere.

After having enough fun for an hour, Song Baojun took his reluctant sister home. If he didn't go back, he wouldn't be able to catch up with the meal.

When they took the car to the door, the three of them got out of the car, Song Baojun ran to the door and knocked on the door. After a while, the door was opened from inside. It was Song Baojun's father Song Shixian who opened the door.

Song Shixian's face was quite cold, and he seemed to be in a bad mood. Song Baojun was suddenly surprised and couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Dad, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'll tell you later." Song Shixian obviously didn't want to explain now, so he just sighed and asked Song Baojun to follow him into the house.

When I entered, the atmosphere in the room was a little silent. A group of people were sitting on the sofa watching TV. No one spoke, only the sound of cooking in the kitchen.

Soon, the dishes in the kitchen were delivered to the table one by one. After the dishes were served, Li Guixiang called everyone and shouted: "It's time to eat on the table, stop watching TV."

The group of people stood up from the sofa and sat around the big dining table. After everyone sat down, Song Baojun did not see his grandfather Wu Dapeng.

Li Guixiang couldn't help frowning, glanced at everyone and said, "You eat first, I'll call this old guy. I'll definitely forget to come out for dinner after reading the book."

That being said, no one touched his chopsticks. After all, Wu Dapeng was the head of the family. In order to show respect, everyone naturally had to wait for him if he didn't serve him.

Li Guixiang walked into the bedroom and closed the door and looked at Wu Dapeng, who was sitting on the desk and looked at the dark-faced Wu and said angrily: "I've eaten, why are you still sitting here for? "

"I can't eat it, I have no appetite." Wu Dapeng snorted coldly, obviously in a very bad mood.

"What's there to be something that can't be eaten? Isn't it just because of that little money? If they don't want to borrow it, just forget it, what else can you do? Do you drive their family out?" Li Guixiang was also a little unhappy and asked back at her husband.
Chapter completed!