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Chapter 174 Shen Du: "Please slap me again, come on, come on, it's so comfortable." Nan Song: "?"

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After being reminded by him, Nan Song realized that the angle of taking pictures was a bit strange. Coincidentally, the camera was aimed at Shen Du's buttocks again, which was exactly the same as the last time he made pan-fried veal steak.

"Misunderstanding, it's pure misunderstanding." Nan Song quickly explained.

After finishing speaking, he got up and put the small hot water bottle in his arms aside, moved a position and pointed the phone lens at Shen Du again.

"Brother, how about this angle? Are you satisfied?"

In the camera, Shen Du looked at her expressionlessly: "I don't care what angle you take, anyway, I want to show my handsome 360 ​​degrees in all directions without dead ends, understand?"

Nan Song: "."

I understand your uncle, I just use my mobile phone to take pictures casually, does this dog man regard himself as his royal photographer?

But even though he was complaining, Nan Song still chose an angle with an excellent location and excellent light to take a picture of Shen Du.

"Crack!" After a sound, she clicked on the photo she had taken.

Not to mention, it's really fucking amazing, and it really shows the handsome dog man in 360 degrees without dead ends.

In order to prevent Shen Du from cocking his tail in front of her proudly, Nan Song didn't show him this photo directly, and attributed all the reason why this photo was taken so well to his good mobile phone.

When the white rice porridge was almost cooked, Shen Du poured the washed pork ribs and vegetables into a small casserole.

Cooking porridge is actually a little more troublesome than cooking, because people need to stand by the pot and pay attention to the heat all the time. It won’t work if the fire is too big or too small.

Shen Du was wearing light gray home clothes. Compared with him who was always in a suit and leather shoes, his whole body was less indifferent and inaccessible, and more smokey.

Nan Song who was sitting by the door looked at his figure, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that Shen Du dressed like this was more pleasing to his eyes.

Sitting bored, Nan Song got up and walked into the kitchen to stand next to Shen Du, following his example and looking at the porridge in the small casserole.

Shen Du caught a glimpse of the figure next to her from the corner of her eye, and turned her head to look at Nan Song. The curve of her side face was quiet and beautiful, and there was a thin, slightly curving hair behind her ear that ran to her cheek.

Nan Song felt a little itchy, and was about to reach out to brush it away, when a hand stretched out from the side to help her hook the strand of hair behind her ear.

Shen Du's sudden subtle movement made Nan Song stunned for a moment, she raised her eyes to look at him, her deer eyes were clear and bright.

The two of them just stared at each other, the tip of their noses filled with the tempting aroma of porridge in a small casserole.

The neckline of Nan Song's nightdress was slightly open, revealing a fair and slender neck and a beautiful collarbone, which glowed white under the light.

Nan Song's eyes flickered a little, he caught a glimpse of a glass of milk on the edge of the kitchen counter, and subconsciously picked it up and took a sip, before Shen Du wanted to stop it, it was too late.

"That's the milk I'm going to use in my porridge later—"

Because of his nervousness, Nan Song wiped out half of the food just now.

Hearing Shen Du's words, she realized later, and opened her eyes wide in surprise: "Huh?"

Shen Du glanced down at the glass in Nan Song's hand, and unabashedly admired: "Fuck, it turns out that Taotie is by my side."

The corner of Nan Song's mouth twitched: "."

"I'm a little thirsty." Shen Du said suddenly.

How could she, who was sitting and enjoying the food, stand by when the chef suddenly became thirsty?Nan Song immediately put down the milk cup in his hand, and said dog-leggedly: "Ah, thirsty? I'll pour you some water!"

Shen Du's eyes moved slightly, and only then did he realize that Nan Song's lips were covered with white milk. She had put on lipstick before she was going to sleep, but just now when the two of them almost wiped their guns and went off in the audio-visual room, they were caught. He kissed them all.

Nan Song's eyelashes are long and curled up, looking down, coupled with a little bright red lips, the whole body exudes a sexy and charming atmosphere.

Shen Du stared at the white circle of milk on her lips, obviously feeling a faint impulse in his body, he tried his best to suppress the turbulent emotions in his heart, his eyes dimmed instantly.

Nan Song raised his foot and was about to pass him to pour water, when he suddenly felt a strong force in his waist.

Shen Du's arm wrapped around her slender waist, and the next second, Nan Song slammed into his chest uncontrollably.

She was taken aback, and when she raised her eyes, the eyes of the two met, almost nose to nose, almost even lips touching.

"What are you doing—"

Before the word "what" could be said, Shen Du suddenly kissed her, but this time the kiss landed not on her lips, but on a little bit above her lips.

Following the grinding of Shen Du's kiss, Nan Song suddenly felt a sense of heat rising all over his body.

This dog man is so fucking good at this, I have to obey.
A few seconds later, Shen Du finally backed away, seeing Nan Song's face that was so red that it was about to bleed, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, showing a playful smile of satisfaction.

"Looks like you're enjoying it."

Nan Song, who was still immersed in the "milk kiss" just now, heard him suddenly say such a sentence, and his whole body exploded instantly.

"How did I enjoy it? How do you talk nonsense every day!"

Shen Du chuckled, obviously not believing her words at all, before Nan Song could react, she found that there was an extra hand above her chest.

"Your heart is beating so fast, you're lying."

Nan Song: "."

Day, I want you to say that my mother is lying!You have a mouth, don't you!Beep, beep, beep all day long!
She was so angry that she brushed Shen Du's "salty pig's hand" away without any restraint.

The man received a slap on the back of his hand, and it quickly turned red, but he didn't expect that Shen Du was not only not annoyed at all, but also said something mean -

"I would like to call this a slap of love, come on, slap a few more times, it's so comfortable."

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Seeing that he didn't look like he was joking, Nan Song calmed down for a second and then said, "Shen Du, you are destined to have that serious illness."

"It doesn't matter if you are sick or not, come on, slap me again, come on come on."

Nan Song: "."

After living for more than 20 years, this is the first time she has seen someone make such a perverted request.

May I ask how this man can switch between the two modes of Laosaogou and Laosaipi anytime and anywhere, and the switching is so smooth?

If someone wants to learn this technology, he can go to a training class and make a lot of money. At that time, he doesn't even need to be the president of Yunyi Group, he just sits on a small bench and counts the money every day.

"Google, gurgle, gurgle."

The porridge in the casserole began to cover up, and Nan Song finally escaped from Shen Du's clutches.

　Thank you for your red beans, recommended tickets, and monthly tickets!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)