Chen Jue (stern face): "If calling your husband is useful, you still need the police. Why do you do it? Hum?"
Huanyan blushed: "Hate!"
"Hey, hey, you woman speaks with conscience. Why do I hate it? Where did you hate it?" Situ Chenjue smiled.
"I said you hate it, it's just annoying. As the saying goes, it's hard for a clean official to do business. Why do you call a policeman and uncle?"
"Oh, my wife said so!"
The more Situ Chenjue looked at her, the more cute she looked. She put down her shrimp-peeling hand and wanted to reach out to hug the little woman, but she found that her hands were covered with soy sauce, vinegar and shrimp skin...
Why do you have the nerve to rub against her white clothes?
I quickly looked for napkins around, but I couldn't find them for a while.
When Xie's mother saw these two people flirting in the restaurant, she had already returned to the kitchen very quickly.
Situ Chenjue, the man who had no command, could not find a napkin, so he could only stretch out one arm, look at his dirty claws, and look at the little woman in his arms, helpless.
Huanyan lay in the arms of Situ Chenjue, a big man, for a long time, breathing his breath greedily, feeling like she was about to be drunk.
However, I thought that according to his habit, I would immediately put my hands on my hands to hug her and touch her, but I didn't feel his movements for a long time...
——Is this a swelling thing????
Looking back in confusion, I saw that Situ Chenjue CEO stretched out a dirty hand, searching for tissues everywhere, but couldn't find it for a long time, with a helpless virtue!
Huanyan couldn't help but gritted her teeth, stomped her feet, and yelled in his arms: "What are you doing? You're not here, come and hug me!"
"I...I want to hug you too!" Situ Chenjue continued to look for the napkin at a loss.
"What then?" Huanyan endured the urge to beat the pig's head.
"...I want to hug you too, but my hands are so dirty that they will stain your clothes. Be good, can you hug you when I wipe my hands clean?"
"No!" Huanyan Niu got angry, pouted his little mouth, and unhappily held the shirt on Situ Chenjue's chest with his little hands: "Hey, why are you so cowardly today? You want to hold your wife for a long time.
If you don’t want to hug it, you have to wipe your hands. What’s the point of wiping it?”
"But...but that's not gentlemanly and will stain your clothes!"
"I don't care. If it gets dirty, it will be dirty. I want you to see, just hold me!"
As soon as Huanyan got stubborn, she had the temperament of a queen-like lady. Even if she was Situ Chenjue’s president, she would be reluctant to give up on the disadvantage.
Sighing, his whole face softened, and his heart melted like water. He stretched out his dirty claws, gently patted Huanyan's back, and said intimately in her ear: "I said, woman."
, Why are you so young today? I miss me so much if I haven’t seen you one day, huh?"
He pressed his forehead against hers and rubbed his face against hers, like two furry bears.
The two of them had never felt as close as they had ever been.
At this moment, facing a table of messy shrimp skins, the two of them felt as if they were in the sweetest and most dreamy hall, as if the fragrance of roses was surrounded by the fragrance of roses.
Xie Ma silently poked a head out of the kitchen and thought to herself: Oh, it's good that the young grandma is back! Even if the young master destroys a kitchen, what's the point! As long as the young master is happy, what's wrong?