Subian Kings Canyon

Chapter 153 Everything is Calculated (5)

Aunt?

The corner of Yang Nuan's mouth twitched.

This was the first time she was called Auntie.

She smiled awkwardly, "I'm looking for Sir Commander, may I ask if you are..."

Yan Huan didn't answer her question, but only pointed upstairs, like the owner, and said naturally, "He's upstairs."

Yang Nuan's beautiful eyes wandered, her high-heeled shoes stepped on the floor, and her voice was crisp and clear. She walked up the stairs flirtatiously, and turned her head to look at Yan Huan curiously several times.

"Auntie, the stairs are slippery, be careful!"

Yang Nuan:. . .

What this little girl said with a smile on her face always felt weird and uncomfortable.

Yang Nuan raised her eyebrows inexplicably, went upstairs and knocked on the door of Zhuge Liang's room.

Zhuge Liang didn't like women getting too close to him, so Yang Nuan just stood at the door and handed him the document.

"Sir, here is the analysis report you want. Unfortunately, apart from Designer Lin's energy core, there is no energy on Earth that can activate the Suzaku Fan."

Zhuge Liang frowned, thinking in his eyes, like a deep pool, he couldn't see through it, he couldn't understand it.

"I see, you will take over the job of Designer Lin for the time being."

Yang Nuan nodded, and never looked up at Zhuge Liang from the beginning to the end.

Commander, I don't like the way women stare at him.

She turned around and was about to go downstairs, Zhuge Liang glanced coldly at Yan Huan who was watching TV downstairs, knocked on the door frame, walked into the bedroom, and signaled Yang Nuan to come in.

The door of the upstairs bedroom closed with a "click", and Yan Huan's face darkened instantly.

Didn't these two people chat at the door of the bedroom, did they have a good chat?

Why did you suddenly enter the bedroom?Still closed the door?
Lonely man and widow...

Alone in a room…

Little brother Zhuge is still facing such a beautiful and hot beauty...

The jealousy in Yan Huan's heart was bubbling.

No!

Zhuge Liang, don't you want to cuckold me?

With a stern face, Yan Huan mustered up his courage, ran up the stairs, and knocked vigorously on Zhuge Liang's door.

Heart: Zhuge Liang, you open the door!You have the ability to cuckold me, you have the ability to open the door!open the door!open the door!

(Aunt Xue's upper body)
The door was opened, Yan Huan looked up at Zhuge Liang, luckily his clothes were neat, but his face was a bit smelly.

"what's up?"

There was a deep sense of displeasure in the words, and the tone was as cold as ice.

Yan Huan's big eyes were aggrieved.

"My kitten wants to poop."

Zhuge Liang's face became even darker, and the knuckles pinched on the door frame were faintly bluish due to the force.

The kitten pulls on Papa, you need to ask his permission for this kind of thing?
"Go to the bathroom."

Yan Huan blinked innocently, "But I don't know where the bathroom is."

Zhuge Liang:. . .Obviously the bathroom is opposite her bedroom.

Is she blind?
Zhuge Liang paused, and in his condescending eyes, the disgust of an idiot was evident, "It's across from your bedroom."

"Oh……"

Yan Huan stomped on her little slippers and went downstairs again.

The upstairs bedroom clicked shut again.

The jealousy in Yan Huan's heart rose to the top!
She hugged the kitten and stood in the middle of the living room, howling loudly.

"Master Zhuge! My kitten can't get papa!"

Zhuge Liang in the bedroom had just finished explaining the secret mission to Yang Nuan when he heard Yan Huan's shout downstairs, and for a split second...

The cat can't get papa, so you still want to find him? !

He took a deep breath.

I keep repeating in my heart: Minors are the flowers of the motherland, flowers that need to be loved...

The bedroom door opened again.

　Mengmeng: Interrupting others again and again, is it really not afraid that little brother Zhuge will wither?
　　Yan Huan: If you're really having fun with someone else, then just wilt him to death! (smiling face)
　　Zhuge Liang: The chest is small, but the tone is not small

　　Yan Huan:. . .

　　KO again...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)