The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 48 What kind of person am I?
"He's a mixed race! Everyone says that the mixed race is big!" She said excitedly, taking out a small paper tube from the watch and stuffing it into my hand.

Luo Man and I were not facing each other, but obliquely, and our close hands were in a blind spot.In such a position, even if there is a camera in the room, it will never be able to capture the things in my hand.

I took a quick look and she immediately rolled it back up and tucked it back into the watch.

Pu Lan came out and asked with a smile, "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing to talk about." Luo Man squinted at him somewhere below his waist, and smiled like a flower.

Sensing her gaze, Pu Lan tilted her mouth and asked, "What would Miss Luo want to drink?"

"Juice is fine."

Pu Lan didn't move, I stood up and said, "I'll pour it."

"Thank you." Pu Lan sat down next to me and squeezed my wrist.

There is cherry juice in the refrigerator, and Luo Man likes to mix half of it with water.I leaned over, thinking of the note just now, and felt a chill in my heart.

If what's written on the note is true, it's really horrible.Even though I sacrificed so much, he actually wanted to add insult to injury!

I don't even know why he did it.

When the juice was served, the sensor on the stove had already sounded, and it was the first time that the dumplings were boiled.I wanted to deal with it, but I was worried that Pu Lan would do something special, so I hesitated.

Pu Lan already ran over, lifted the lid of the pot to add water, turned her head and smiled at me: "Embarrassed?"

"Ah."

He lowered his head again, stirred the dumplings in the pot, and said, "Pour it out to her and come back."

I went out to put down the juice, Luo Man gave me a smile and asked, "Are the dumplings ready?"

"Come on." I said, "You sit down first, he wants me to go in."

She nodded.

When she returned to the kitchen again, Pu Lan was adding water.As soon as I passed by, he immediately put his arms around my waist, and said in a lingering tone, "What did she tell you?"

"Ask me what's your size?"

He laughed and put his chin on my shoulder: "What did you say?"

"do not know."

"Don't know?" He raised his eyebrows: "You have seen and touched it, so I don't know?"

I turned around and asked, "You want me to tell her?"

He took the opportunity to sip on my mouth, turned off the fire with a smile, let go of his hand and said, "I'll try one for you." He picked up the plate, took out a golden one from the pot, and gave the plate and chopsticks to me. I.

I took a bite, and it was stuffed with three delicacies: "It's so delicious! It's almost delicious!"

Pu Lan also laughed: "How can you smell your tongue off?"

"It's so fragrant that I bit off my tongue." I ate it all while talking, and now I'm greedy: "Shall I try another one?"

"Then kiss me first." He moved his face closer.

"It's fine if you don't give it." I didn't kiss him, and pulled his hand away: "Stingy."

He came over to kiss him himself, and said, "Actually, I won't give it to you. Tell her to come in and get it."

I asked Luo Man to come in, and seeing Pu Lan put all the dumplings for her, I quickly asked, "What should I eat for her?"

Pu Lan said, "We have steamed dumplings. If you want to eat dumplings, I'll make them for you."

Luo Man followed me and laughed at me: "Such a big table is not enough for you to eat. You are a big eater."

"She still has a long body." Pu Lan said with a smile.

While they were talking, I felt someone tap my shoe.

Fortunately, I used to be good with Luo Man, and I can understand each other's meaning without any reminder.

I feel that there is something wrong with this dumpling, not because it tastes too good.But why not give me one more?

It may also be because I am too conspiratorial, not to mention that the recipient is his sister, if it is poisonous, then how can I still be alive?

I reminded Luo Man just because Luo Man is a real jerk.I'm afraid that if my wild thoughts come true and Luo Man steals food on the road, he will be blind.

Luo Man packed the dumplings and left.

Pu Lan sent her to the door and came back and said, "I really can't figure it out. How could you be friends with her?"

"What's wrong with her?"

"It's different from your style." He came over and leaned on the sofa, putting his arms around my shoulders: "She has been immersed in this circle for a long time."

"so what?"

He looked over with a smile: "Did your father tell you?"

"My father has always been very relaxed about my upbringing. He hopes that I can understand things by myself, and rarely force-feeds me with reason."

He nodded: "It's very risky for your father to do this. He should at least tell you not to be friends with this kind of women. They are used to selling themselves in order to live better, which means they can't be trusted."

I asked, "Is Luo Man a J girl?"

"Better than that."

"I didn't know she did it."

He was stunned: "Can't you see it?"

"I can't tell, she is just an ordinary girl in front of me." I always thought that Luo Man's family background was good, she had a good temperament and liked to make some jokes, but she was still a long way from a J girl.

"Oh." He laughed. "Can I stuff your duck again?"

"Fill." Talking more will help you understand him, and it can also delay time.I really don't want to do it with him now, but I haven't thought of a way out yet.

"You have to remember that you must know her background and experience before getting in touch with someone." He became serious: "You have suffered this kind of loss once."

I knew he was implying Fanyin.

But I didn't want to ask anything about him, so I took the subject away: "What about you?"

He grinned: "Of course I would say that I am a little angel."

"You don't think of children like an angel."

"Then forget about those words." He looked at me with a smile: "I just want to show my specialness, if you don't like me, you can put it another way. Look how good I am to children, the children in the whole block Everyone likes to come to my house to play."

I laughed too, and asked, "Do you hit women?"

"It depends on the situation."

"So you fought?" Sure enough, he and Fanyin were in the same category.

"Don't worry, you are so young and naive, of course I can't help but feel sorry for you, and I won't be willing to beat you." He said as he moved his hand to my waist.

I couldn't help getting goosebumps all over my body: "Is the steamed dumpling ready?"

"It's been good."

"Then don't let me eat?"

"I want to digest food first." He leaned over with a vague look on his face: "Tell me the truth, do you want to do it today, but are you still not ready?"

Although he always answered in vain, but of course I had to struggle: "Actually...not ready."

"Then forget it." He looked at me and said tenderly: "I'll do it when I'm ready, I want to see your G tide."

"Are you targeting 'Miss Su' or me?" After I finished speaking, I regretted it, feeling that I had given away my feet.

He was slightly startled, and then smiled: "You have to be careful." He stood up after speaking, and said, "My sister sent a bottle of red wine, come and taste it together."

I woke up like a dream, so I quickly brought a wine glass and a decanter.He also brought the red wine from the entrance, and suddenly asked halfway through the drive, "Didn't you understand?"

what?
"Stupid." He glanced at me with a smile in his eyes: "What are you thinking?"

I came to my senses: "Think about what you just said."

"Hehe." He said while pouring the red wine into the decanter, "From my habitual point of view, the basic etiquette of this kind of thing is to let each other have fun."

"Yes." I thought so too.

"From my personal psychological point of view, you are not happy, so what is the difference between me and ED?"

"That's not as good as ED." I just experienced this feeling not long ago.

"From a utilitarian point of view." Obviously this is the key point, but he still said lightly: "Doing is to strengthen the relationship. Only by doing it comfortably can this effect be achieved. Being uncomfortable will only have the opposite effect. Less than 100% There is no need to take risks if the success rate is high. I can still bear the reputation of a gentleman.”

I admit that this kind of chat really made me relax a lot, so the conversation box was completely opened up: "Why did you tell me all this reason?"

"Because I hope you can understand." He put the decanter on the table and looked at it seriously: "What kind of person am I?"

"I only learned that you are very utilitarian."

"That's enough." He said, "I can see that you are emotional, but interest is the most trouble-free relationship in the world. 'Miss Su' has no conflict with you at all, just like I want you, there is no need to immediately want you."

Today is the closest contact between Pu Lan and me.I mean psychologically.

I found that his appearance in my heart became more and more blurred.He is very different from Fanyin, Fanyin's two personalities are very direct and extreme.But Pulan gives me mixed feelings.

This kind of complexity is like a pool of clear but bottomless water, both transparent and blurred.

My feelings for him have changed because of it, I used to just hate him, but now it's more than that.But I don't know what's more, but it's definitely not the love between men and women, I can still judge this point.

Maybe it's because he boldly let me see a taste that I have never been far away from, but I have never been in close contact with - the feeling in Sujia Manor.

I think he is right, evolution has always been utilitarian, human nature is selfish, nothing is more reliable than profit.

Because I fell silent, the topic was inexplicably interrupted, and Pu Lan went to get the steamed dumplings.

When he came back, the wine was sober, I poured the wine, and Pu Lan asked, "Why do you have one more and one less?"

"I can't drink anymore."

"Then drink it slowly, I just can't drink it anymore." He poured the extra half glass back into the decanter.

I didn't insist anymore, and touched him with the wine glass, and he hugged me again, took a sip of the wine, and asked with a smile: "Do you know what your expression looks like just now?"

"do not know."

"It's as if there is something in this wine." When he said this, his expression suddenly froze.

I hurriedly asked: "What's wrong?"

"It hurts..." He frowned and let out a moan.

It worked so quickly?I quickly put down my wine glass, supported him and shouted, "Don't scare me! Where does it hurt!"

(End of this chapter)