"Go, take your hand away." Aunt Xue scolded sternly.

The second floor of the bathhouse that day was so clean that it was basically a man who was looking for fun. There was no time for the first time at noon. There was no room in the row of rest rooms on the second floor. Aunt Xue cleaned the rooms one by one, swept to the middle of the corridor, and caught the bathing uncle who was about to take a nap in the lounge. The small skylight beside the wall was open with a crack, and through a ray of sunshine in the afternoon, it shone on Aunt Xue, as if it was a bad stage play.

It happened that Xiao Min, who was always chattering in the corridor today, didn’t even come here. A large corridor was as deserted as a newlywed big kang. Aunt Xue was holding a broom and sticking it out there, and there was also a bathing uncle who was waiting for an opportunity to move.

The old woman didn't hide. The uncle's short and strong hands were held on her butt, tightly fitting the outline, and his five fingers were naturally bent. The old man's hands were rough, with short fingers, like simple drawings, round, thick, and very powerful.

Aunt Xue's words were scolding, but it was not very much like scolding. At first glance, they were just lazy and teasing. They floated into the uncle's ears of the bathing uncle. He seemed to understand everything when he looked at his butt. The old man smiled, but he didn't answer, but he was not depressed. He just found the right place with one hand and poked it through his pants.

"Oh!" Aunt Xue shouted, as if it was dispensable, but her body thrust and she avoided the uncle.

"Don't you just love this?" The old man stood up straight, looking at Aunt Xue as if he was so contented that he was a little confident.

Aunt Xue also looked at the uncle's smile. She thought she had found that it was out of place and was nervous. Why should she persist? She curled her lips and smiled, and she was just shy. She was almost as tall as the uncle, and she was very strong. If she was reluctant, the uncle would really not be able to take advantage of her. She turned around and continued to snatch the floor, turning her back to the old man, but she was not forgiven: "You old guy, don't do anything wrong!"

He said not to act recklessly, but he waved his butt back to his original position. Before the uncle could move his butt, he returned to the position where his hand could comfortably fit, which made the uncle not act recklessly.

If you think about it any more, it would be no man. The uncle was indeed getting stronger. He quickly inserted his hand from his waist into Aunt Xue's big flower pants hanging loosely around his waist, and pulled it out in a moment. In a trance, he thought that nothing had happened. The sun obediently shone the area where something happened, and was calm. It was just Aunt Xue's elastic waist, which was tied with elastic bands, bounced back and stretched back to her waist.

In the dry air, under the fusion of sunlight, at that location, the beam of light inserted, and a wisp of dust rolled up like a vibrant mushroom cloud. It thrusts and is disillusioned.

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When the kid who worked with Peng Cheng came back, he was busy looking for shoes for all the elder brothers in the men's department. The young man was tired and frustrated and was in a hurry. No one knew that the bare-skinned men in the bathhouse had agreed to what to do, and they could all come out one by one. The locker room of this kung fu was full of people inside and outside.

The people who came out of the hall were steaming smoke, like buns that had just been picked up from the trunk. They didn't know each other, and they didn't give in. They were shouting in unboxing. Half of the people wearing clothes squeezed to the door to ask for shoes, with big feet barefoots, and their legs were spreading, but no one was standing next to anyone. Those who were wearing clothes were calling waiters, but Peng Cheng had only one person.

The child came down from the second floor in a daze. When Peng Cheng looked up, he happened to see him. The young man was so angry. The boy looked so irritable that he became even more angry when he saw it. He shouted, "Come here to bring his shoes!" The people who took the bath came out together. It was no wonder that the child was doing anything, but Peng Cheng was so angry at him that he beat the child on a rainy day. The truth was always right.

The sudden shouting made even the big guy waiting to hold the shoes was shocked, but the child was not surprised. He stared at Peng Cheng with his blind eyes, and he seemed to be staring at Peng Cheng, but he must have looked nothing. He walked downstairs step by step, feeling like a big dog with only eyes open, but his mind was not in the bathhouse. When Peng Cheng saw his appearance, he was so angry that he was furious again. He picked up the slippers on his feet and flew over through the crowd, which woke the child up.

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"What have you been doing? For so long? Why are you still queuing up in the toilet?"

Finally, all the work was over. A group of men in the bathhouse had been sent away now. Peng Cheng gathered the slippers scattered on the ground while scolding the children. The new child is only seventeen. It is the first time he goes out to work. No matter what he is, he doesn't want anything, he doesn't like to talk or listen to people. If there is something wrong, he still talks and is just a fool.

The child's surname is Tang, and he doesn't speak any words. He is not old and very young. If his face is not a little tender and rough, it looks like he looks like he is forty. He is also tall, with his arms stretched out and his feet grows one hand than Peng Cheng's feet. His joints are amazingly large, and his flesh is so abruptly that he is standing under his flesh. He always bends over, his body is long and his legs are short. He suddenly looks at it, as if he looks from top to bottom.

When I was at work the first day, the child wore a dark blue old school uniform with a yellow strip on his pants, which made the two short legs look almost the same length as the arm. I thought he was just wearing that pair of pants that day, but I never thought that this kid would wear that pair of pants almost every day in the days after that, but today, he wore jeans.

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"What's wrong with your pants? You haven't squeezed into the toilet, are you in your pants?"

Peng Cheng suddenly noticed that the child's 170-year-old pants had a wet piece, and the position was so embarrassing.

The child's energy that had not completely floated back, and after hearing what Brother Peng said, he finally came back. He looked down suddenly and noticed the wet pool on his pants. That area made the dark blue jeans look bluer and almost black.

This shameless pool of wet made the child lose his hair. He subconsciously flapped his feet and sat on the ground, clamped his legs, raised his head and widened his eyes with horror. He looked at him, Brother Peng, staring at his crotch, as if he saw a poisonous snake and beast, opening his mouth and unable to speak.

The dull guy finally had an expression, and his shame made the child's face turn white and green, green and red, changing extremely rapidly, as if he was filled with blood.

All boys were all boys, and they all walked by the young age. Of course Peng Cheng knew what was wrong with the child. He turned around and took out his pants from the box, threw them to the child and said, "Go, change it quickly!"

The child took the pants and was too polite to take them. He started wearing them in a hurry, and was in a mess. He took off his pants first. The child's face was already red to the bottom of his neck, and even his thighs were red after taking off his pants. It seemed that he was too nervous. It should have been easy to wear pants, but today he was wearing a pair of sugar beef, like a snatched pants.

Fortunately, there were only two of them in the locker room. Peng Cheng was embarrassed to keep staring at the child wearing pants, so he continued to work on the work. He asked without raising his head, "Have you done that before?"

At this time, Peng Cheng was a little happy. Everyone had such embarrassment, but they were not often caught. While fiddling with slippers, he was not thinking about his shoes. This kid didn't see anything on the second floor. There were always people trading meat in the bathhouse, and rows of small houses were not soundproof. When there were too many people, he shouted in unison. Peng Cheng had heard it, no wonder this kid couldn't stand it.

"Yeah, thank you brother."

After putting on his pants, the child emptied his answer to Peng Cheng's words, and even sniffed. Peng Cheng turned around alertly, thinking that he had a nosebleed, but he didn't see it. He felt a little disappointed and said impatiently: "Then don't go to the private room to check in the future."

"I didn't go to the private room." The child was stunned, but very stubborn, with a frown on his red face, and he stared at Peng Cheng with a frown.
Chapter completed!