"Your friend, how many years older are you than me, uncle..." Xia Qing molared her teeth, then put her fingers on her calculations, "You are only five years older than me, and women of the same age have ten more psychological maturity than men.
In this way, I am more mature than you."
An Xiaoyao was amused and crying, "If you say this, someone will believe it."
Xia Qing curled her lips and looked at his side face. Suddenly she found something. His side face was very gentle, like a young master walking out of an ancient Chinese painting. She was wearing a noble atmosphere. Xia Qing couldn't understand why she was in a harsh state.
In the environment, people like him can be cultivated.
Their living environment has been particularly harsh since childhood. They climbed up with thousands of corpses. Why are blood-filled men so harmless? Even the peerless Lu Zhen occasionally has some murderous aura.
But An Xiaoyao couldn't see it at all.
If someone who doesn't know him and sees him for the first time, he will definitely think he is engaged in scientific research, or he is a teacher.
"What's on my face? You've been watching it all the time." An Xiaoyao asked suddenly, his eyes also moved over, his dark eyes facing her. Xia Qing's heart jumped, and he opened his eyes and said lies, "Who's watching you?"
, I'm looking at the water in the pot. If my eyes can't see it, don't pretend to see it."
An Xiaoyao looked a little confused and said, "I'm not a dead person, even if I can't see it, I can feel it."
Xia Qing, “…Uncle, women’s intuition is accurate. Are you a woman?”
An Xiaoyao, “…”
This time it was An Xiaoyao's turn to grind his teeth.
Xia Qing put her little feet close to the fire to keep warm. Her hands were not conscious at all. She was too lazy to deal with it. She had to protect her little feet. Xia Qing shook her legs and started gossiping again.
"An Xiaoyao, are you sure that you and my sister have never been moved at all for so many years?"
She felt it was unlikely.
In fact, she felt that An Xiaoyao and Xiaoxue were very compatible when standing together, and the idiom "Golden Boy and Jade Girl" seemed to be specially created for them.
"Why are you so keen to tie me and Xiaoxue together? Are you really so eager to call me brother-in-law?"
"It's so disgusting. I haven't been so disgusting after being pregnant for several months." Xia Qing complained without pain. She had to call her brother-in-law Tang Yebai, and she was depressed enough, so she didn't want to call her brother-in-law An Xiaoyao.
In her heart, Dongfang is the most suitable brother-in-law.
An Xiaoyao smiled and said nothing.
Xia Qing tilted his head and asked, "An Xiaoyao, you don't like women with big breasts, nor do you like women with a figure like my body, nor do you like women with temperament like my elder sister. So what is your ideal wife like?"
"A 300 kilograms like this, or a dry-fried bean without breasts or butts?"
An Xiaoyao, "...what kind of woman I like has to do with you."
"I'm curious." Xia Qing said, "There are only two of us here. If we don't talk, we are bored. If we have different identities, we can only talk about gossip."
"Why don't you admit that you're gossipy in yourself."
"What's wrong with me gossip? As a woman, God gives you the power to gossip."
An Xiaoyao, “…”
He always forgets that Xia Qing is a woman.
"Tell me." Xia Qing poked his arm, "In exchange, I will also tell you what kind of man I like, how about it?"
An Xiaoyao wanted to roar, "Little boy, uncle is not interested in what kind of man you like."