Pastoral female gangster: grab a village owner to be her husband

"Miss Qian, why are you... eh... so smelly?" Huang Shulang was surprised when he saw that the woman was still unresponsive behind the big tree, and suddenly he smelled a familiar stench from his nose.

This smell... Suddenly, Huang Shulang lowered his head in disbelief, and sure enough, one of his feet stepped on a lump of yellow-orange mollusk.

This..., he was about to yell, but when he remembered that there was a beautiful woman on the opposite side, he held his breath and pinched his nose: "Girl, although the scenery here is beautiful, but there is a strange smell, why don't we talk somewhere else!"

As he spoke, he quietly wiped his feet on the grass and walked over the big tree. He was about to stuff the flowers into the woman's hand, when suddenly the familiar face in front of him surprised him, and he took two steps back: " Fat ugly girl, why is it you again?"

Qian Duoduo pulled the little yellow chrysanthemum in his hand, wondering: "Why isn't it me? Don't you follow me? I didn't expect that you, a handsome man, would do this kind of behavior of peeking at other people's pussy ?”

As she said that, she vigorously squeezed the chrysanthemum in her hand, and stuffed it back into Huang Shulang's hand: "You should keep this little chrysanthemum for yourself. Don't worry, I'll stick three incense sticks for you when I get back." , set up a memorial tablet for you, hum! No idea, I came here specially to give my old lady yellow chrysanthemums!"

"Qian Duoduo, who are you cursing...?" Huang Shulang was powerless, and she would meet this fat girl every time she made appointments in the middle of the night, why did she appear where she appeared every time she pooped?

Is that why I, Huang Shulang, have a fate with her papa?

"Who is following you, who likes to watch you poop? Whoever likes to watch, it's not me anyway!" The yellow chrysanthemum in his hand was thrown out: "Hmph, this flower was not for you in the first place, as for what you said Keep the three incense sticks for yourself! Hmph! A fat girl with no taste will not go to the latrine every time she poops!"

"Tch, didn't you follow me? Who are you lying to? You called me Miss Qian just now? You ran to the place where I pooped in the middle of the night and gave me flowers? It's none of your business whether I go to the latrine or not, you have no taste." Not offline yet!" Qian Duoduo yelled angrily while blushing, and suddenly her face changed, and she looked at Huang Shulang ambiguously: "Tsk tsk... I didn't expect you to really miss me, you secretly miss me, you will Just say it straight, I will reject you tactfully, as for peeking at me pooping? Do you think that if you see me pooping, I will marry you?"

At this moment, Qian Duoduo has regarded Huang Shulang's behavior as a trick to secretly love her, and she feels strongly shameless in her heart.

"Bah..., you fat ugly girl, you are too narcissistic, it is impossible for me to fall in love with you! I originally dated someone else, but who knew that you would run to the river in the middle of the night to poop ? Besides, is your surname Qian in Qianjiacun?" Huang Shulang mocked, but his heart was full of emotions. What did this fat girl say?A polite refusal?

Is your eyesight so bad?

Will you fall in love with her, and don't take a mirror to look at yourself?

Even if he fell in love with her, shouldn't this fat girl burn incense to celebrate?

Want to politely refuse?

Oh my god, Huang Shulang found that he couldn't communicate with the fat girl in front of him, this person is completely narcissistic...

After hearing what he said, Qian Duoduo was taken aback for a moment, that's right, she actually forgot that she was not the only Qian girl in Qianjia Village, this is embarrassing.

However, Qian Duoduo is not willing to admit that she will be wrong. She is originally a very narcissistic guy, and she has inherited the superiority of ancient martial arts since she was a child. Whether she is in school or in the army, Qian Duoduo has the capital of narcissism of.