Han Jiangxue was exhausted from the family dinner.
Everyone is concerned about Zhang Ruoyu, but no one cares about whether she is living well after marriage or whether she sleeps well in that dangerous building.
When Mrs. Han noticed that her precious granddaughter was a little emotional, she comforted her very earnestly: If you marry a chicken, follow the chicken, if you marry a dog, follow the dog. You will be born as a Zhang family member, and you will die as a Zhang family ghost. Don’t think too much about it.
Han Dong babbled as he sent his sister out: "Sister, you must remember grandma's advice, be nice and gentle to your brother-in-law. You are not unqualified, and your figure and face are not worse than those of the vixens outside. You have to use yourself
Advantage, let my brother-in-law indulge in your beauty and fall into your gentle land."
Han Jiangxue glared at Han Dong coldly: "Get out."
Han Dong shrank his neck and ran away.
Still beautiful? Still gentle?
Not to mention that he doesn't bother to do it, even if he is willing to do it, can he do it?
That bastard said right after they met that he was not allowed to seduce him during marriage, let alone have any inappropriate thoughts about him.
You won’t even be allowed to get on the bed! How to do it?
With a straight face, Han Jiangxue drove away from Han's house.
Due to heavy rain on the coast, Han Jiangxue drove slowly. It was almost twelve o'clock when he rushed home. When he went upstairs, he was soaked to the bone and soaked to the skin.
When I opened the door, it was pitch dark inside, and I couldn't see my fingers.
This bastard hasn't come home yet?
Was he really abducted by the little goblin outside?
Somehow, I'm still a little unbalanced inside.
"You still know how to go home?"
In the darkness, a strange voice suddenly sounded: "I thought you died outside."
This sudden sound almost scared Han Jiangxue to death.
Taking a closer look, this bastard was sitting at the dining table with a box of instant noodles he had just finished in front of him.
Han Jiangxue had long been accustomed to Zhang Ruoyu's foul mouth. She put her key bag on the counter in the dark and asked, "Why don't you turn on the lights at home?"
"The lamp is broken. It was probably struck by lightning." Zhang Ruoyu lit a cigarette.
"What should we do?" Han Jiangxue was a little anxious. She had urgent work to deal with tonight, and she couldn't do it without lights.
"What should I do?" Zhang Ruoyu curled his lips and said, "Let's find someone to replace it tomorrow."
"Don't you know how to change?" Han Jiangxue asked in confusion.
"When I was a child, I was naughty and touched a lamp wick. At that time, I felt like my soul was being electrocuted out of my body." Zhang Ruoyu took a puff of cigarette and said calmly. "After that, I never dared to touch electricity again, including changing lights."
Boom!
While he was talking, there was sudden lightning and thunder outside the window, and the strong wind made the old-fashioned windows creak. It felt that if the wind was stronger, it could destroy the dangerous building.
It was at this moment of lightning that Zhang Ruoyu caught a glimpse of Han Jiangxue, who was all wet.
Her delicate body is as hot as a ripe peach, like a beauty taking a bath.
The heroines of many film and television dramas rely on this trick to win over the male protagonists.
Zhang Ruoyu calmed down and got up, preparing to go back to his room to sleep.
"Don't leave!" Han Jiangxue grabbed Zhang Ruoyu's arm.
But he couldn't stand still, half of his body was lying on Zhang Ruoyu's arm.
Soft, plump, elastic, and warm.
The picture is frozen for a moment and the atmosphere is charming.
"Hey! Let go!"
In the darkness, Zhang Ruoyu suddenly shouted angrily: "Han Jiangxue, are you seducing me again?!"
Han Jiangxue ducked away, her pretty face flushed red, and even her breathing was a little disordered.
He hurriedly explained: "I have some urgent documents to deal with. Can you help me change the lamp?"
"I've been told that I'm afraid of electricity and have severe post-traumatic stress disorder."
Zhang Ruoyu, who was attacked by surprise, was restless and his mind was a little sluggish.
"If it doesn't work, please teach me how to change the lamp." Han Jiangxue said with a hint of pleading in her tone. "The documents I brought back will be used by the board of directors tomorrow morning. Liang Daishan will definitely cause trouble for me if I don't sort them out."
Seeing her sincere and pitiful attitude, Zhang Ruoyu sighed and curled his lips and said, "Go and bring the table over."
When Han Jiangxue saw this, her beautiful eyes lit up.
It turns out that this bastard is no different from an ordinary man. As long as he pretends to be pitiful for Chu Chu, he will immediately soften.
He moved the dining table to the center of the living room and turned on the mobile phone light for lighting. His pretty face was full of gratitude and pleading: "Thank you for your hard work."
"polite."
Zhang Ruoyu pressed his hands on the dead end of the dining table and said, "Come, serve, I'll teach you how to change."
"——"
Han Jiangxue almost jumped up and scolded her.
He is so pitiful, yet he is still so hard-hearted?
"What's the ink mark?" Zhang Ruoyu said impatiently. "Hurry up, I'm exhausted."
Han Jiangxue bravely climbed up to the dining table, only to find that the shabby house was small, but the floor height was more than four meters. Even if she stood on the table, she still couldn't reach it.
"Why are you so short?" Zhang Ruoyu sighed.
Han Jiangxue's face turned pale with anger.
If it weren't for the fear that the bottom of her skirt would be exposed, she would have kicked Zhang Ruoyu in the face.
I'm 1.7 meters barefoot, so where am I shorter?
Zhang Ruoyu tilted his head and thought for a moment, then asked: "How about I bring you another chair to raise your head?"
"Will it be stable?" Han Jiangxue asked worriedly. "Your dining table has been in disrepair for a long time. All four corners are uneven, and the chair legs are of different lengths. If it falls, I will be paralyzed even if I die."
"I'll try my best to hold you steady." Zhang Ruoyu comforted him. "The problem shouldn't be big."
The more Zhang Ruoyu persuaded him, the more Han Jiangxue lost his confidence.
After hesitating for a long time, Han Jiangxue said with a tight face, "Come up."
"What?" Zhang Ruoyu asked curiously.
"You hold me in your arms." Han Jiangxue tightened her body and gritted her teeth. "Otherwise, how can I reach it?"
Hearing this, Zhang Ruoyu loosened his hand on the table and took two steps back: "Look at you, you are all wet. If you get an electric shock, how strong is your conductivity?"
Han Jiangxue almost lost her temper, her eyes widened and she said, "Then let's just die together!"
Seeing this girl getting anxious.
Zhang Ruoyu touched the water with a swallow, jumped lightly, and flew to the dining table.
But before picking up Han Jiangxue's long white legs, Zhang Ruoyu said cautiously: "One request, don't rub against me later, do you understand?"
Han Jiangxue rolled her eyes, why aren't you so beautiful?
The warm and fragrant nephrite was in his arms, and wherever Zhang Ruoyu's big hands touched, it was so smooth that there seemed to be no pores.
"What are you doing?"
Han Jiangxue, who was concentrating on changing the lamp, felt an itching sensation on her legs and frowned.
"Oh, it's nothing." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly. "I'm just curious. Even if you don't have leg hair, why can't you even touch your pores?"
