"The soup won't have the same effect if left overnight. A bowl of soup can take up as much space as possible. Drink it quickly." Lu Anyi reached out and snatched the bag from Pei Mochen's hand.
He forced the soup into his hand.
She knew that the child would definitely not drink the soup as he wished, so she stood and watched, making sure that he drank it.
Pei Mochen frowned as he held the soup. If the girl didn't have any trouble tonight, he would definitely drink the hot soup in one go and then go up and have a fight with her.
"Dad, why don't you drink."
He thought of Lao Pei.
Unexpectedly, Ms. Lu said, "There is another bowl. I will serve it to your father later."
Pei Mochen "..."
After listening to his wife's words, Lao Pei shook his head in horror, "I have high cholesterol recently and I am not used to taking large amounts of oil."
He was tired of drinking these tonic soups and was frightened when he saw them.
She was really not afraid of trouble. She stewed the stew for her son, so why did she leave a portion for him?
He raised his head and glared at Pei Mochen, saying that this boy was all his fault.
"Your mother has worked hard to stew it for so long, drink it quickly."
Lao Pei rarely cares about these things. When these words came out, both Pei Mochen and Ms. Lu were surprised.
"Look, your dad has already spoken. Drink it quickly."
Ms. Lu cast a complimenting look at her husband.
Pei Mochen raised his head, drank a bowl of soup in one breath, then put the bowl on the coffee table and snatched Cheng Ningyou's bag from Ms. Lu's hand.
Turn around and run upstairs quickly.
After entering the room, he opened the bathroom door directly and entered the bathroom.
Cheng Ningyou was still sitting on the toilet.
She was a little embarrassed when Pei Mochen came in without knocking.
"You get out."
Pei Mochen ignored Cheng Ningyou, opened her bag, found a sanitary napkin inside, took it out, tore it open, and stretched it.
Then he walked up to her, lowered his head and looked at her condescendingly, "I'm here to help you."
Cheng Ning had a dark look on her face and looked up at the man standing in front of her, "You must be a pervert."
Is there anything wrong with this guy?
Helping her put sanitary napkins on, does he still have this hobby?
Pei Mochen stretched out his hand to pull her up and looked down at her pants.
Turned around and went out.
Cheng Ning anxiously shouted, "Give me the sanitary napkin."
Just go out, why are you taking her sanitary napkin out?
Pei Mochen ignored her.
Not long after he left, he came back again.
Holding a pair of red underwear in her hand.
Cheng Ningyou looked down at the piece of clothing on his body and curled his lips. It turned out that he was not planning to give up the perverted idea just now.
Instead, he saw her pants were dirty and went out to help her get them.
"Change it, I'll help you." Pei Mochen picked up Cheng Ningyou domineeringly, stepped on her half-retracted pants, and took them off with a smooth movement.
Bend down to pick up the dirty clothes and throw them aside.
Cheng Ning worriedly stretched out her hand to stop him, "I'll do it myself, dirty."
Pei Mochen ignored her and moved faster than her. He picked up the clothes, shook them off and threw them aside.
After letting her sit down on the toilet, he bent down and lifted her feet, helped her put on her pants, and put the sanitary napkin on for her.
He was very satisfied with his masterpiece. He stood up and glanced at Cheng Ningyou's stained pants. "It was all over my bed sheets before. Why didn't you know it was dirty?"
Cheng Ning asked curiously, "When?"
When did she get her aunt on his bed sheet?
There seems to be no such thing in my memory.
Pei Mochen said, "When the shaved ice was delivered, it took me a long time to wash it off."
