The Martial Guard in City/C23 Enchanting foot(1)
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C23 Enchanting foot(1)

On the other hand, Staff Officer Huang was very clear, he knew that Secretary Zhang was angry because of love, so he added fuel to the fire and teased: "I'm afraid Secretary Zhang isn't willing to give it up, right?"

Secretary Zhang glared at Staff Officer Huang. Staff Officer Huang shut his mouth obediently, rolled his eyes a few times and snickered.

Then, I chased You Meng to her bedroom. You Meng sat on the bed and took off her jacket. She put her hands on the edge of the bed and looked at me playfully. She took a bubble gum from her pocket and chewed it.

Looking at her curvy figure, I almost had a nosebleed. Fortunately, I had received a lot of education on how to resist temptation these few years, otherwise, I would have been mesmerized by You Meng long ago. I walked closer and sat down. The fragrance off You Meng's body entered my nose again, it was extremely distinct. I took a cigarette and said, "Staff Officer You, actually ? Actually, today, I still... I need your help! " When I spoke, my face was a little red, and I was embarrassed to speak.

You Meng knew that I did not have good intentions, and was stunned for a moment. The bubbles at the corner of her mouth burst, she used her small tongue and skillfully rolled it into her mouth, then stared at me: "Don't tell me you want me to sew socks for you again?"

"Congratulations, you got it right!" I pinched my nose, unable to meet her eyes. There's nothing we can do about it, for people like us who have a high amount of exercise, no matter how good our socks are, they won't be able to withstand the torment. The socks' self-mutilation 'method would only cause holes to appear every single day, or even squeeze out my toes. I really have the urge to go barefoot and not wear socks, but that's too risky.

You Meng frowned and complained: "Zhao Long, oh Zhao Long, what deep hatred do you have for my socks? "Our socks are specially provided by the Bureau of Services. They are of the highest quality. Are your toes made of iron or copper?"

I pretended to be innocent and explained, "No matter how good the quality is, it's still just a pair of socks. How can socks not have holes in it?"

You Meng sweated madly as he stared at me with a pair of extremely lethal eyes and cursed, "Damn it! I really doubt if you don't cut your toenails all day long. Socks always have holes. My socks have also been distributed by the Service and have never been broken! "

I smiled. "I cut my toenails every month. The holes in my socks have nothing to do with my toenails."

You Meng looked at my shoes and said: "There's a difference in these words! It was a big deal now. Take off your shoes and socks, I want to see! "

I was stunned. "Is there a need for that?"

You Meng said: "You forgot, I've learned medicine before. It's easy to get grey toenails if your toenails are not cut well, and there's also a lot of inflammation. Let me see if your toenails are qualified!"

I thought about it and decided to admit defeat. However, when I heard You Meng mentioning that she had studied medicine, my face immediately turned red.

When I thought back to four years ago, You Meng had already appraised my body once. I clearly remembered that in November 2001, You Meng followed the military cadres to our county to receive troops, and in the medical examination room, we took off all of our clothes. From a medical point of view, You Meng did a detailed inspection of my entire body, including my testicles and anus.

I think that even if You Meng saw her naked body, what's the harm in looking at her toenails?

Just as I was about to take off my shoes, You Meng suddenly said to me: "Close the door first."

"What for?" I asked.

You Meng said: "When others saw it, they thought that I would give you a foot treatment!"

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