The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

"There is a traffic jam in the morning. It's convenient to get to Fuwai from your place. I'm afraid it's better to go out early if you take the second ring road."

"Call me at six. If it's convenient, bring me some breakfast and the wallet is in my bag."

This comrade doctor felt relieved and entrusted him with all his heart.

Gu Zheng, who was about to turn over to sleep when he saw the other party in a daze, just wanted to chuckle, but when the opposite Leng Shuang turned around, because of the vague glance at the corner of his eyes, he let out a very shocked cry.

"Oh my god! Ghost!"

With a swish, the female doctor who could not be more reserved in front of outsiders just sat up from the bed like a newborn baby.

With a horrified face, she stretched out a finger to point to Gu Zheng's direction. It wasn't until she opened the pair of phoenix eyes completely, that she let out a sigh of relief, and tremblingly whispered: "Gu Zheng, What kind of dress you are! Do you know that scary people can scare people to death!"

After Leng Shuang reminded him, he subconsciously followed the finger of the other party and looked down at Gu Zheng, only to realize that he was wrapped in his red base... Wrap a cloak.

In the middle of the night when the lights are not turned on, only the moonlight shines.

He was covered in red equipment, coupled with a pale face caused by a brief period of depression.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like the standard equipment in domestic horror movies.

Seeing Gu Zheng here, he laughed haha.

He untied the cloak that was once the most satisfying, revealing a sturdy torso that made Leng Shuang more satisfied, and joked with interest: "If you want to see my body, just say it straight, why do you walk the curve to save the country? I’m embarrassed about the route."

God's... coveting your flesh!

The fright that Gu Zheng had suffered suddenly because of Gu Zheng's dress disappeared without a trace in this kind of gag.

Leng Shuang barked his teeth on the side, and the right hand, known as the Hand of God, quickly pinched the softest part of Gu Zheng's inner thigh.

With such a twist along the texture of the muscles, Gu Zheng, who had never frowned after several knives in his body, screamed desperately.

"Sister, my sister Leng, why are you crazy!"

And it was this twist that truly isolated the distant mountains and close to him from the real world, Gu Zheng, who hadn't recovered yet, woke up.

But what about cold frost?

Even if it was the howling ghost crying wolf howling, she still continued this movement without even moving her eyebrows, and asked her doubts without hurriedly: "Don't sleep at night, and you are still wrapped in a red cloak. Frighten people."

"What's the big stimulus? Is it dissatisfied with my sister's body that I carefully maintained, or is it ashamed of my own abilities?"

I am ashamed of a grandma!

Gu Zheng pulled back and said, "No, sister, ancestor, is it done, can you let go first?"

"Then you say it quickly, don't you just let it go?"

"It's OK, I said it's not OK? It's just annoying in my heart. What do you think the two of us are the same thing?"

Hearing the cold cream here, he took off the pink nails, and after changing hands, he combed the curly hair scattered on the sideburns behind his ears, and showed a clear smile at Gu Zheng.

"Just go to smoke, tell me, your women."

"But how do you know that my troubles are because of women?"

"Haha" At this time, the eyebrows and eyes of the frosty smile were bent. She wrapped her pretty fingers around Gu Zheng's small bedroom for a full circle before continuing to say: "Just at your bedroom full of bachelor's taste, I will I can guess it."

"So, now my drowsiness is completely wiped out by you. As a student who has also studied psychology in the university, it just happens to be able to solve your confusion for free."

He really felt a little moved when he heard Gu Zheng here.

At the beginning, he still said stumbling, but in the end he seemed to be facing a tree hole and he slipped more and more...The three most important women in his life blurred the background and the characters. All told Leng Shuang.

When Gu Zheng had finished all this, he found that Leng Shuang on the other side was staring at him with a very strange expression.

"I said, Doctor Leng, what are you looking at?"

"I'm seeing, your ability to compose stories and fantasies is not so strong, you are still a city manager, you are a screenwriter, all the bells are very popular."

"Your song and tearful story, if it were filmed into a TV series, it would be much better than the current wicked mother-in-law, Bai Lianhua, or a woman."

"It's a pity that you are so talented, but you do physical work."

Gu Zheng, who was dimmed by Leng Shuang's complaints, laughed at himself: "Hey, let me just say it, no one believes it."

It's just that after the woman on the opposite side finished complaining, she answered him seriously, "I believe it. You didn't deceive me."

"These three women really have a deep influence on you."

"It's just that I want to ask you, Gu Zheng, do you want to live in your memories, or do you want to treat them as your most precious wealth. Wipe it?"

"After all, people need to look forward."

When Leng Shuang said this, Gu Zheng laughed more transparently than anyone else: "I was the one who made the image."

"I just don't know why. I always feel that the two of us hit it off as we saw each other, and we told you the things in our hearts unconsciously."

"So, how are you going to enlighten me, Doctor Leng?"

Regarding Gu Zheng's question, Leng Shuang thought about it very seriously for a moment, and then sent it out towards the bottom road.

"I want a man not to think about it. First, let him play games. If he doesn't play games, then let him miss women."

After speaking, a pair of lips with a faint fragrance came close, telling a woman's unexpected invitation, with a **** temptation that was ambiguous.

Just let Gu Zheng's originally low mood calm down instantly.

This doctor, at all, has listened to it as a modern love story.

The past is like wind, just let it disperse like this.

Wasn't everything done at the beginning to better enjoy today's life?

Thinking of this Gu Zheng, from his eyes and from his heart, he chuckles with pleasure, strokes Leng Shuang's back with his backhand, and the two of them once again rolled into the quilt that had become abruptly warm.

A drunkenness relieves thousands of sorrows, what about a shot?

...

No one knows that when Gu Zheng wakes up again, it will just be early in the morning.

The hands of the clock point to the five-thirty scale ~www.readwn.com~ and the woman next to her has a longer breath.

A hearty affair caused Gu Zheng's bones to loosen up.

This time, he tiptoed out of bed, taking advantage of the early morning dew, put on the clothes that had been prepared by the window.

His goal is the small kitchen in his courtyard.

This was built with red bricks and was ventilated after many days of adjustment by the Natural Gas Company. Gu Zheng planned to make his usual breakfast for himself and his new spiritual partner.

This is the breakfast he seldom makes by hand during his busy adult life in Jiji Camp. It is the most peaceful and peaceful time when he comes out to ask for life in his youth, which he has long forgotten.

The white rice in the pot had already been cleaned up, and went down to the small casserole that Gu Zheng had spent ten dollars on.

Use chopsticks to gently lift the lid of the casserole into a small opening to prevent the phenomenon of panting when the porridge is boiling.

After all this is done, you can temporarily set this place aside. It only takes time to simmer the rice grains soaked in water into a thick and soft rice porridge.

In this spare time, Gu Zheng took out a huge shallow porcelain safflower pot that he had never used for a long time, and brushed four eggs in it very boldly.

After the eggs have been beaten evenly, add some flour, chopped green onion, and stir for a while. The raw materials for this egg pancake are even preliminary.

Add a few more seasonings, and the oil in Chef Gu's pan is already warm.

With the pouring of the battered egg batter, Gu Zheng, who was spinning the pot, turned a pan into a batter paradise.

The scent emitted by the collision of oil with the ingredients instantly filled the entire little kitchen, causing Gu Zheng, who was constantly spinning the floating layer above, couldn't help but smoke his nose.