Special favorite: Hei Shaojiao's wife who dares to touch

"Yes, yes, yes, it's all up to you!" Kurosawa gave Zhang Ma a hug, "It's getting late, I'll ask Driver Fang to take you back, and I'll let Driver Fang go home for a reunion by the way."

Zhang Ma just took off the apron on her waist, washed her hands, went to the room to pack her luggage, and then went out of the room again.

Kurosawa grabbed her luggage and carried it, and told the driver Fang to take Zhang Ma to the door without missing a step. Then he put the luggage into the trunk and helped Zhang Ma get into the car.

When Mo Xiangwan woke up, there were only three of them left in the whole house.

Ever since Mo Xiangwan entered Hei's house, the room had never been so deserted. No matter how lightly his footsteps were, he could hear the echo. [

Kurosawa Yau likes the current environment very much, he can hug his wife and kiss me and me without worrying about it, without worrying that his wife will push him away coquettishly, saying that he will be seen by so and so.

However, doing everything by himself made Kurosawa Yao suffer a lot.

First, Hei Jingsu clamored to put Spring Festival couplets on his room.Mo Xiangwan saw that there was more to spare, so he agreed to post for Hei Jingsu, but she was a pregnant woman and was still in an unstable period, so she didn't dare to climb up to post for the child, so she ordered Hei Zeyao to take action.

Poor Kurosawa Yoh, who was a first-class expert no matter whether it was a gangster fight or an ambush in a shopping mall, was defeated by pasting Spring Festival couplets.

"Honey, it's crooked, turn a little to the left..."

Yao Kurosawa picked up a couplet and pasted it on the wall. Mo Xiangwan stood behind with his hands on his hips, and when he saw that Yao Kurosawa's sticker was crooked, he hurriedly called out to remind him.

Kurosawa Yao only saw the large group of red in his sight, and the visual range was too small, so he could only listen to Mo Xiangwan's reminder, and moved the couplet to the left. As soon as he moved his hand, he heard Mo Xiangwan yelling behind him. Xiaoyue, "It's too left, turn to the right!"

"Hey, it's too right again! Click to the left..."

Hei Jingsu had a great time listening to Mo Xiangwan directing Kurosawa Yao. Kurosawa Yao resigned to his fate and moved the couplet to the left and right for a while without any complaints, so he joined in excitedly .

The two guys, one big and one small, sometimes say left and sometimes say right. When they have the same opinion, it’s okay, but if they disagree, they raise the volume all the time. Kurosawa Yao was miserable, he only felt the magic sound in his ears, and he couldn't bear to lose his temper with any of them, he was really tortured until he almost vomited blood.

After struggling like this for a long time, according to the opinions of Mo Xiangwan and Hei Jingsu, he finally pasted up the two couplets. Kurosawa clapped his hands, heaved a sigh of relief, and planned to call it a day, but Hei Jingsu took a short red couplet. To him, "Daddy, there's this one!"

Kurosawa picked up the short red couplet with two fingers in disgust, "What is this?"

Mo Xiangwan had to roll his eyes and despise him, "This is a horizontal scroll, pasted above the door!"

Kurosawa Yao took it helplessly, and visually measured the height of the door frame.

Although he is tall enough, it is still very difficult to paste the cross-link with bare hands.

Hei Jingsu volunteered to trot into the house, took out a cartoon wooden stool he used in the bath, put it next to Kurosawa Yao's legs, and smiled, "Daddy, use this!"

This kid is smart!

Hei Zeyao pursed his lips, and as soon as he stood on the stool, Mo Xiangwan and Hei Jingsu began to direct again. One shouted, "When posting, go a little to the left" and the other said, "Go a little to the right, and then a little back is correct."