Dog Man

Cuckold

“What the hell is this?” Qiao Jiang’s entire face wrinkled.

“My mother often listens to it.” The man held the steering wheel, looked straight ahead, and his voice was rough and hoarse. “If you don’t like it, just order it yourself.”

Qiao Jiang was too lazy to move, but was forced to do nothing by the harsh music. Son, I stretched out my finger and chose an English song called “Uncorrupted”.

Soothing music filled the car, and Qiao Jiang’s frown finally relaxed. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it quietly for a while. In just three or four minutes, the car stopped. Qiao Jiang thought it was a red light. I didn’t open my eyes until the music was turned off, and a laughing voice came to my ears: “Yan Zhao, is your girlfriend in the car?” The

Man’s voice was rough: “No.”

“Why not?” The man was lying on the ground. Looking in from the car window, she was very gossiping, “They all fell asleep in your car.”

As she spoke, Qiao Jiang opened her eyes and saw through the windshield a breakfast shop selling steamed buns at the door.

The man was probably the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop. He was still wearing an apron. He knocked on the car window and told Yan Zhao to open the window. Yan Zhao ignored him and just raised his chin at Qiao Jiang: “We’re here, get out of the car.”

Qiao Jiang turned his head, and the owner of the bun shop showed an astonished expression and gave Yan Zhao a thumbs up: “You are so secretive, damn, you are much prettier than Rong Yan…”

Yan Zhao frowned, opened the window, The voice was rough: “Are you itching so early in the morning?”

“Yo yo yo, you’re angry.” The owner of the bun shop squinted and walked away with a smile, “I’m going to sell buns.”

Qiao Jiang had just taken off his seat belt . After getting out of the car, Yan Zhao drove away.

She didn’t take it seriously, walked to the steamed bun shop, picked a seat and sat down, and asked the boss for a meat and vegetarian steamed bun, a fried dough stick and a bowl of red bean porridge.

This place is much quieter than the steamed stuffed bun shops in the city. There are not many customers, and the boss is still smiling. He is busy from inside to outside. After serving a bowl of red bean porridge for Qiao Jiang, he gossips and asks Qiao Jiang: “Where is this beauty from?” “

Qiao Jiang was eating red bean porridge and replied lazily: “Ask him.”

The boss had an “I knew it” expression on his face and said with a smile: “When I asked him, didn’t he ask for a beating? He didn’t tell anything. Look, I just said that you are not his girlfriend, and you must teach him a lesson later.”

Qiao Jiang pinched the fried dough sticks and stuffed them into her mouth: “He didn’t even tell me about that Yan thing.”

She was purely Bored, I made random remarks, but I didn’t expect that the boss was really idle. He dragged the stool and sat next to her: “I tell you, that Rong Yan is not a good person. Don’t ask Yan Zhao about it in the future. Whoever fell in love with Rong Yan would be in bad luck. She and Yan Zhao were in good terms at the time and were about to get married. As a result, she met a rich and good guy from somewhere and ran away with him. When Zhao contacted her, she was already a mistress…”

Qiao Jiang raised her eyebrows: “Oh, he has also worn such a big cuckold.” The

Bun shop owner glanced at her and said: “ I said, why are you still so happy?”

Qiao Jiang was so happy that she almost laughed out loud. She tore off another deep-fried dough stick and stuffed it into her mouth, and asked him: “Then what?”

“How could there be a next, Yan Zhao was The injury is serious.” The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop lamented, “There are matchmakers everywhere, but he doesn’t go and just works every day.”

Qiao Jiang was in a good mood after eating and drinking, and listened to the story. He packed the uneaten food in his hand and prepared to take it back to Gao Jinlan to eat.

The owner of the bun shop asked her: “How long have you known Yan Zhao?”

Qiao Jiang tucked her long hair behind her ears and raised her eyebrows at him: “Yesterday plus this morning.”

The owner of the bun shop: “…”