The lucky ruffian of online games

"No way, my husband... My husband has upgraded again?"

The girls in Luchongtian couldn't contact Fan Nan, so they unintentionally turned up the ranking list and were startled. Fan Nan's level reached 6. Didn't this level scare them, because Fan Nan left them? Not long after he had just been promoted to level 262, he did not expect to be promoted to another level just after entering the 261th heaven.

What they don't know is that because of the reward for clearing the level of difficulty, Fan Nan now has another small amount of experience at level 262.

However, Fan Nan also quit the game ahead of time. He has no energy points, so it is boring to wait in the game to recover without his wife.

"It's getting late, I have to go offline to cook, sister Xueling, let's go together."

"Oh, good Linger, your divine power level is higher than mine, let me practice for a while, you can handle it by yourself today, okay?"

Ling'er, who didn't notice that Fan Nan's profile picture had turned gray, went offline to cook with such kindness.

And the first thing wives do every time they go offline is to run to the toilet. This is good everywhere, but it can't solve physiological problems.

"what…"

Ling'er rushed into the toilet with a scream, and quickly backed out.

"Halo, it's not like I haven't seen it before."

Fan Nan trembled, trembling all over, then put away the murder weapon, and walked out without incident.

"Linger... Linger..."

"Stop barking, I... I'm here."

Of course Ling'er ran to the opposite toilet for emergency treatment, she replied embarrassedly while sitting on the toilet.

As the footsteps approached, Linger solved it as fast as she could in her life, then pulled up her skirt and ran out of the toilet.

"I'm dizzy, are you so fast?"

Fan Nan, who trotted to the door, said sweatingly.

"You, don't think I don't know that you often bully Tang Tang and Fei'er in the toilet, I won't be fooled, dead man, how can you be willing to play the game."

"Hey, don't mention it, I have exhausted my energy value after passing a level, I just went to the game event."

Fan Nan stretched, then gently hugged Ling'er's waist.

"Well... did you wash your hands just now?"

"I don't remember, how about you smell it."

"Go to hell, let go of me, I have to cook, Xue Ling, in order to catch up, I have to work alone today."

Ling'er slipped out of Fan Nan's arms like a loach and giggled, then suddenly thought about it, and immediately turned around and took Fan Nan's hand: "Hehe, it's not me alone, it's two people, hurry up and let me help with the cooking. "

In the end, Fan Nan was dragged into the kitchen like a dead dog.

"Do you want to wash rice or wash vegetables?"

"Can I be the supervisor?"

"Well, it's okay, but be careful when you become a eunuch after being a supervisor, hum!"

Ling'er picked up the kitchen knife casually, spun a few beautiful circles in the air on the wheel, and when it fell, she caught the handle of the knife firmly, and looked at Fan Nandao with a smile.

"Rice washing, I'm good at washing rice, let's go now."

Fan Nan broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly ran to the rice warehouse.

"Husband...husband..."

"What? I'm cooking."

"The rice cooker is fully automatic, you don't need to watch over it, come here quickly and die for me."

Ling'er was wearing beautiful home clothes, but she forgot to wear an apron. Now that she had just heated up the pot, she was about to pour oil, and the clothes she didn't want to look beautiful were splashed with oil.

"Nimma, why do you come up with so many fully automatic broken things now?"

Fan Nan, who cursed secretly, left the rice cooker very reluctantly, came behind Linger, took the apron from her hand, helped her tie it around her chest, and tied the belt around the back.

Ling'er cooks well, and she is very involved in cooking. She may not even know that she will twist her waist lightly and rhythmically when cooking.

And Fan Nan, no, it should be said that all men like women's devoted expressions and swings.

Therefore, Fan Nan, who was behind Linger, first went over and quietly hid the kitchen knife on the cutting board, including the knife rest, then came behind Linger, and gently embraced her waist that was as soft as a water snake part.

"Well...they are cooking, don't mess around."

Ling'er's reaction was not violent, she reminded gently.

"You continue to fry, I don't mess around."

Fan Nan just hugged her so lightly that it didn't affect Linger's swing of the shovel.

"You…"

Ling'er turned her head back, lightly smacked Fan Nan's face, then shook her head impatiently, and turned her head to continue cooking.

But after a while, Ling'er couldn't take it anymore, her buttocks were being held too tightly by Fan Nan.

"Do you want everyone to eat nothing for a while?"

Ling'er stopped waving the spatula, raised her neck, and panted slightly.

"There are still a lot of eggs in the refrigerator, at worst, I will have fried rice with eggs later."

Seeing that Linger's reaction was so sensitive, Fan Nan took her earlobe into his mouth after speaking.

"Well…"

Ling'er's eyes couldn't help becoming blurred, but she woke up after smelling the aroma of vegetables, and the spatula in her hand spun 360 degrees and hit Fan Nan's head.

"Do you want to copy my head?"

Fan Nan cried out in pain.

"Who told you to mess around? This has seriously affected my cooking."

Ling'er turned her head and laughed.

"That means that your skills are not good enough, which will affect you, and it also means that you are not strong enough, baby."

In retaliation for being hit with a spatula, Fan Nan put his hands into his apron, and then got in from the neckline of Linger's clothes.But limited to the length of the arm, it just happened to touch Linger's full upper semicircle.As a result, Ling'er's nipple//groove/seam was squeezed so deep.

"Well...don't!"

Ling'er knew that she was very sensitive to bags, and she really couldn't stand being teased by him like this, but because Fan Nan said just now that her concentration was too poor, it was hard to get angry again, so she had to persuade Fan Nan to stop.

As a result, this persuasion caused him to untie his apron belt, which of course was untied by Fan Nan, which allowed him to stretch his arms longer.

"Woo, woo, yes, people will die."

Ling'er clearly felt that one of her little grapes was pinched by two fingers.

But Ling'er, who had just sunk down, suddenly woke up when he smelled a burning smell, and immediately shook his hand... "Huh?? Where's the spatula?"

"hey-hey!"

Fan Nan couldn't help laughing, that thing hit him once, can it stay in Ling'er's hand?

"Bad guy, if you...don't stop, you will die."

Without the spatula, Ling'er instinctively reached for the weapon on the shelf next to her.

"Ah...where are the kitchen knives?"

"hey-hey!"

Fan Nan blew hot air on her earlobe again and smirked.

"Husband, good husband, good husband, the food is really going to burn, can you let me go?"

Without a weapon, Ling'er felt that she was not Fan Nan's opponent, let alone her territory was invaded, and she was hugged from behind by him, so she had no strength to resist at all.

"Let you go? Haha, that's impossible. Who told you to seduce me by twisting your butt just now?"

As Fan Nan said, he squeezed one hand into her slacks, and pinched her round, tall and plump buttocks through the small underwear.

"It's...really going to die."

Now that the vital points of the two places are lost, Ling'er narrowed her eyes, begging bitterly.