He said seriously: "Xixi, if I say that I have almost never found any other women in the past two or three years, would you believe it?"
She was so happy that her whole body almost jumped.
How could you not believe it!
Believe it, believe it, ten thousand people believe it.
If he can't be trusted, who else can be trusted?
Wang Donglin saw someone nodding like garlic, with a smile on her bright red face like a flower. At that time, the last ray of the sunset fell from the shade of the trees. Her face was light rose red, her eyes were bright, and her hair was beautiful.
They are bright, and their teeth are dazzlingly white. From head to toe, from toe to head, there is not even a single flaw.
He turned his big hand around and held her hand tightly.
She suddenly leaned against him, kissed him quickly, and immediately let him go. Her face was as red as an apple: "Young man who picks his feet...I have believed it for a long time..."
He chuckled.
A big man who picks his feet is synonymous with trust.
Love is sometimes like a battlefield, requiring tactics and techniques.
He deliberately teased her: "If I were not a 'foot-picking man', would he never trust me in his life?"
She tilted her head, is that right?
After thinking about it for a while, the answer is yes - it would be really difficult to fall in love without a big man who picks his feet. But, after all, if he does, why wouldn't he?
"snort."
He was surprised: "What?"
"Hum hum."
He grabbed her ears: "You idiot, why are you humming all the time?"
Her face suddenly turned red, and she said angrily: "If it weren't for the foot-picking man, I wouldn't love you... Humph... You used to be so perverted..."
"What's wrong with me?"
Her eyes widened: "Are you still pretending? Tsk, tsk, tsk, your perverted hobbies are so scary."
He suddenly understood, but when he saw someone's rosy cheeks, big crystal soft eyes, and the flames all over his body being ignited - he had not yet succeeded.
He asked softly: "Xixi, what do you want to eat tonight?"
"I want to eat grilled lamb chops."
He was suspicious: "What do you do on such a hot day?"
She said confidently: "I wouldn't do it. Of course you did it."
"..."
"Cook it for me again. The last time you made it was delicious, I can't forget it and want to eat it again."
Wang Donglin burst into laughter: "See, this is greedy human nature. As long as it happens once, it will push you further. I know that as long as you know what I will do, you will always guide me. See, isn't this proof?"
She gently hugged his arm: "Just do it once, just do it again."
"Have you forgotten about having a fever? If you eat too much, you will get sick."
"I promise not to eat too much tonight, just two sticks. Two small sticks...definitely just two small sticks..."
He glared at her: "It's not impossible to ask me to make lamb chops, but you have to agree to my request."
"What's the request? Just tell me, and I promise to grant it to you."
Someone smiled and lowered his voice and leaned into her ear: "Can you satisfy my 'perverted' request?"
She blushed and pushed him: "Bah, shameless."
He laughed.
High-quality lamb chops, rosemary herbs, freshly ground black pepper, cumin and sea salt, as well as fresh carrots, lemon slices and broccoli are all ready. Wang Donglin is adjusting the oven, and the lamb chops are waiting to be baked in the oven and start frying again.
Potato chips to accompany the meal.
The cell phone rang. He closed the kitchen door gently.
