It was late at night, but the little old lady's eyes were as wide as bells.
He even made a disgusting sound of "Eh".
"Damn Xuebao, you are so disgusting." The little old lady gave Mr. Han a white look and gently pinched Xuebao's white and tender arm.
Mr. Han curled his lips and said: "What do you know? Brother Zhang told me that I have to contact him from time to time when he is away from home. Brother Zhang also said that human nature is the least able to withstand the test. If I ignore him, he will
There will be no sense of crisis, and nature will be liberated."
"It seems that my Ruoyu is a little tired of you, even tired of you..." the little old lady frowned and said cautiously.
"Old woman, what are you talking about?" Mr. Han glared at Old Mrs. Han fiercely. "Brother Zhang can't wait to stick to me 24 hours a day, why do you dislike me?"
"Then why did he run to Yanjing City in the middle of the night? Do you dare to say that my Ruoyu family is not too suffocated and wants to stay away from this besieged city?" the little old lady said in a strange way.
"Brother Zhang's brother is in trouble." Mr. Han glanced sideways at the little old lady. "Brother Zhang is loyal and went to help."
"Are they those gangsters who encourage Ruoyu to drink wine every day?" Mrs. Han glared at Xuebao. "Damn it, Xuebao, please be more careful! No matter how innocent my family Ruoyu is, he still plays with those old gangsters every day.
What is good to learn?”
"Brother Zhang is under a lot of pressure at work. What's wrong with drinking wine to relieve stress? How can I stop him?" Xuebao curled his lips and said. "Then am I still a human being?"
"Is this what I'm telling you?" the little old lady criticized. "I want you to reflect on why my Ruoyu would rather drink wine than watch TV with you at home! Are you no longer attractive?
Is it because the atmosphere at home is not enough to satisfy Ruoyu, so he goes out to have fun?"
"Don't disgust me." Xuebao pinched the little old lady's arm. "How can domestic flowers smell like wild flowers? Even if you eat delicacies from the mountains and seas every day, won't Brother Zhang still get tired of it?"
"Han Shixiao reported to me that when Brother Zhang orders a girl to accompany him, he never orders the same girl. What does this mean? It means that they cannot attract Brother Zhang. Look at me, I have been married to Brother Zhang for only half a year, and the passion is still there.
"
"This is the charm!"
The little old lady grinned sillyly: "You are so damn shameless!"
Turned over and got ready to sleep.
But he was pulled up by Xuebao again.
"Why are you sleeping? I used to play mahjong all night and I didn't see you tired. Get up and have fun!"
Xuebao couldn't sleep and wanted to find someone to chat with.
Except for the little old lady, no one was with her.
The dead dad was not interested, so his younger brother Han Dong also joined Beimang and was busy taking exams.
She was going to kill the little old lady.
"Grandma, how old am I? I really can't stand it any longer. If I keep going on like this, I will die..." The little old lady begged for mercy.
"Why do you need to sleep more when you are born? You will sleep forever after you die." Xuebao said seriously. "How old are you? Do you really not know how to cherish time?"
"——" The little old lady was speechless.
This damn Xuebao is nothing!
But the little old lady knew that Xuebao was worried about her being foolish.
The situation was tense this time, and Xuebao didn't have enough information. She was under pressure, and it was normal to worry about Brother Zhang.
The little old lady is different.
She didn't have any burden and just wanted to have a good sleep.
It's already three in the morning. If I don't sleep, I'm going to die suddenly...
"You want me to accompany you, let's talk about something refreshing." The little old lady turned over and sat up, took out a cigarette from under the pillow, and smelled it at the tip of her nose.
But looking at Xuebao's warning eyes, he didn't dare to twitch.
"What can we talk about to refresh ourselves?" Xuebao pouted.
"I just want to know when you can become a real woman." The little old lady glanced at Xuebao's crotch with a lewd look.
This damn Xuebao is not young yet, but he is full of childishness.
There is everything in his eyes, but there is no mature-feminine look.
So is Death Ruoyu. Xuebao is so hot, his ass is so perky, his breasts are so big, his waist is so thin, and his face is so beautiful, how can he endure it?
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?
"You are disrespectful to me." Mr. Han glared at the little old lady.
"Come on, open your heart and tell your story." The little old lady was so busy that she was ready to fight Xuebao to the end.
"What is there to say?" Mr. Han crossed his arms, feeling proud and having his own attitude.
"We have been married for only half a year. Let alone being in love, even two strangers can sleep together when it's time to sleep. What are you writing on there? Is it you who can't do it, or your Brother Zhang? If it doesn't work, go to the hospital for a checkup quickly. It's too late.
I’ll hold my grandson!” The little old lady looked deeply at Xuebao.
"Brother Zhang is not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?" Mr. Han said slowly.
"If I were your Brother Zhang, I would either make you strong, or beat you to death and then make you stronger again. Look at how crazy you are, this damn girl!" the little old lady said anxiously.
Out of the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at Xuebao's expression.
Having come from that era, she really wanted to know why her precious granddaughter was married and had feelings, but she just kept it in.
She doesn’t understand women yet?
Just Brother Zhang’s big ass, those plump chest muscles, and the ambition hormone radiating from his body.
She didn't believe that Xuebao didn't have greedy eyes and itchy heart.
"Milk, one word." Han Jiangxue knew that grandma was really curious, so she said calmly and stubbornly. "I have to know who I am sleeping with, right? I have to know the name of the child's father, right?"
Mrs. Han was stunned.
He looked at Xuebao deeply.
This damn girl must have guessed something.
Or you might have guessed something a long time ago.
After hesitating for a moment, the little old lady tentatively said, "How about I tell you?"
"Let's go." Mr. Han's red lips curled up. "What do you think is going on? Do I need you to tell me?"
The little old lady was silent.
This damn girl does have a temper and a character.
Obviously all we need is this layer of window paper, so I just hold it in.
But think about it the other way around, as long as a woman is a little bit proud of herself, a woman with clear ideas and strong self-esteem, how can she sleep until she has figured out, understood, and completely opened up her heart to her man? She won’t be able to sleep well at all!
Snap.
The little old lady took advantage of the gap when Olaf was immersed in his own world, secretly lit a cigarette and took two satisfied puffs.
Shi Xuebao must be afraid that he will not know whether he slept with Ruoyu or General Zhang when the time comes, right?
What if Xuebao is distracted and the image of General Zhang appears in his mind, does that count...
"I don't want to be a cuckold to Brother Zhang." Mr. Han snatched the little old lady's remaining half of the cigarette, turned over and got out of bed and said. "This is not just cuckolding in the soul, but also in the body. Our old Han family's
Which woman doesn’t have a strong character and regards chastity as her life?”
"6."
The little old lady who often surfs the Internet gave Xuebao a thumbs up: "As expected of the daughter of the Han family, she has a righteous outlook!"
"Hurry up and go to sleep. I see your eyes are wandering."
Xuebao imitated Brother Zhang's technique, put out his cigarette, and then stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands. It was very cool.
"Oh." The little old lady covered herself with a quilt obediently and fell asleep contentedly.
Xuebao is keeping his virginity here for Brother Zhang.
Brother Zhang is protecting Xuebao's reputation in Yanjing City.
very nice.
Ding dong.
Xuebao, whose legs were numb when standing in front of the window, suddenly received a WeChat message.
At this time, it was already five o'clock in the morning, and the sky was already dark.
"Go downstairs and have breakfast."
Brother Zhang is back.
I also quietly made breakfast downstairs.
He knew that Xuebao was not asleep yet.
On the way back, I occasionally saw Xuebao "typing" on WeChat, but nothing was sent.
As Brother Zhang knows, WeChat will only display "typing" when you click on the chat box and type within ten seconds.
Brother Zhang saw it more than once.
This is no longer a coincidence.
But Xuebao must have clicked it many times, and coincidentally, Brother Zhang also clicked it many times.
"Okay, Brother Zhang, I want to eat fried noodles!" Xuebao replied to WeChat and dragged his numb legs downstairs.
"Add chicken essence?" Brother Zhang replied.
"Depending on Brother Zhang's mood, I'm used to it."
"6." Brother Zhang replied and was defeated by magic.
