He stood beside her, tugged on his tie with one hand, curled his lips, and breathed on her back: "I don't want to be photographed out of the window by you."
"I'm hungry, hungry, hungry!" Maimai yelled to save herself.
"Didn't you say you were full at the restaurant?" Sheng Sheng was helpless.
Maimai grabbed the sheets and continued to shout: "I wasn't hungry then, but now I'm so hungry that my chest is pressed against my back. I'm hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry..."
"I really want to come out all the time." Sheng Sheng took off his coat, got up from her before the eardrum was shattered, untied his tie and threw it in her face, smiling evilly: "Lie here.
Don't move, I'll heat up the cooked food and bring it to you."
Maimai grabbed the tie that was blocking her sight and threw it in his direction, but the tie was so light that it couldn't be thrown far.
Maimai was about to get up, but Shengsheng threw her back and said with a nasty smile: "Lie down and don't move, otherwise you won't have anything to eat."
Get down, you big-headed devil!
After Shengsheng left the bedroom, Maimai immediately got up, squatted down and opened the slippers. The label on the slippers had not yet been torn off. She was sure they were new slippers, so she put them on happily and raised her legs to smell them. She even waved her hands.
Behind him, he walked around the apartment, including the upstairs, like a presidential inspection.
Then he glanced in the direction of the kitchen, quietly went to the bedroom, picked up his high heels and bag, and tiptoed to the door, wanting to escape, but found that the door could not be opened, and he jumped in frustration.
"Don't try to escape, it's a fingerprint lock." Shengsheng didn't know when he came behind her.
Maimai threw her high heels to the ground in frustration, hugged her bag and sat on the sofa in the living room, muttering depressedly. Shengsheng called her in the open kitchen: "Come over and help."
The pulse is motionless.
Shengsheng turned his head and said in a clear voice: "Come here."
"What for? I can't cook."
"It's itchy on your back, please scratch it for me." Sheng Sheng said teasingly.
Maimai jumped up, ran to his side, grabbed a brush nearby and lifted up the clothes on his back. Shengsheng was so frightened that she took two steps back, turned around and threw the brush in her hand into the pool, "
I’m not a horse, so I’ll kill someone if I swipe like this.”
When she took the opportunity to escape, he grabbed her wrist, stretched out to his back, "Scratch here, it's itchy."
Of course, Maimai refused, but she found that the place where her hand touched turned out to be a scar. Maimai was shocked and opened his clothes, and what she saw was a new scar. She raised her brows and said, "Turtle Egg, what's wrong with your back?"
thing?"
"I wanted to occupy a big-breasted girl, but I was singled out by the big-breasted girl's husband." Shengsheng said casually.
Of course Maimai didn't believe it, she wasn't stupid: "Why didn't he shoot you? That would have eliminated a scourge! This husband is too kind and is really a loser!"
Maimai put down his clothes. This kind of scar cannot be scratched. New flesh will itch. Maimai had some common sense and withdrew her hand. Shengsheng asked her to scratch it again, and Maimai gave it directly.
He kicked her: "I'm not your maid. If you ask me to serve you, don't even think about it in the next life!"
She returned to the sofa in the living room and turned on the TV remote control. The first episode of her new drama was playing on the TV. She looked at herself on the TV and secretly commented on her acting skills. She felt that she was really good at acting. Touch it.
My own little face, so flattering and narcissistic...