When the iceberg is sweetened by me

Chapter 364 The Little Theater of Hanchu 2
"Jing Rong, are you impatient?"

When the man said these words in a cold tone, oppressively.

Jing Rong was selectively deaf, so he helped Wang Kejun and walked to their bedroom, saying, "Wife, slow down, let's go back and wash slowly."

But at this moment, Jing Rong, after taking off the sweater, is just a shoulder.

His arm is a bit different from others, because both the back and the front are full of messy tattoos.

From the back of the ear to the nape of the neck, side neck, and collarbone all the way down.

A man with such a style of painting, supporting a little mother in a white Lolita style, doesn't feel too delicate.

Seeing them leaving like this, Chu Yan glanced at Jingrong's dress in her hand, and said to Mu Jinhan, "Second Brother..."

"Change your mouth!"

"Aww, husband..." The woman who was still heroic just now became sweet and greasy when she called her husband, "What should I do with these clothes? I'll wash them together later?"

Mu Jinhan's impatience with Jing Rong at this time was not eased by his wife Jiao Didi's address.

He snatched the dress from Chu Yan's hand, threw it directly on the sofa, and then took off the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing, and threw it there.

He is also shirtless.

His figure is not as perfect as before, and the scars from the bullet holes are still obvious.

But after all, many things are not really perfect, and his behavior has added to the bloodiness of many men.

Chu Yan didn't respond to seeing Jing Rong's shirtless, but when she saw her man suddenly like this, her ears turned red in an instant.

At that time, Mu Jinhan's face slowly curved up, and taking advantage of Chu Yan's unguardedness, he hugged her up, "Let's go take a bath too, to dissipate the smell of alcohol."

Chu Yan was used to these men, and the arrogance she released inadvertently caught people off guard even more than a fox.

A long time passed, and it was almost three o'clock.

Jing Rong wandered out of the bedroom, looking for something to eat, but didn't want to, so he saw Mu Jinhan sitting in the living room alone, drinking milk while looking at the computer.

His hair was half-dry, obviously just from a shower.

Jing Rong was taken aback for a moment, and went over and sat next to him to look at the contents of his computer.

Mu Jinhan is taking advantage of this time to deal with the work left over from today.

"You're almost there..." Jing Rong said angrily, "You are seriously ill, you can let other people do these things, so you push them all out, and you stay up late, you think you are married to Ayan and died No regrets, don't want to spend more time with her?"

"Shut your crow's mouth."

Mu Jinhan responded, shut the computer screen abruptly, glanced at Jingrong, took the pile of clothes next to his right hand, and put them directly on Jingrong's lap.

The father-to-be was taken aback, "Why?"

"washed."

"Huh?" Jing Rong heard correctly, right?

Mu Jinhan leaned back on the sofa, folded his arms around his chest, and said righteously, "The four people in this family, Ayan and I, are just recovering from a serious illness, so it is not suitable for overwork, but you are pregnant, and you can't do housework. Only you."

"I rely on!"

Jing Rong couldn't hold back, and after saying a well-known vulgar remark, he opened the pile of clothes to have a look.

They are his sweater, Mu Jinhan's long-sleeved shirt and trousers, Chu Yan's coat, and...

After seeing the bottom object, Jing Rong's eyes almost popped out. He lifted it up with his fingers, and asked Mu Jinhan angrily, "I'll just wash those things, what do you mean by this inner library?" ?”

Mu Jinhan said quietly: "I washed Ayan's dirty clothes."

"So, what is the connection between the former and the latter?"

"So I can't wash my own." Having said that, Mu Jinhan slowly rolled his eyelids again, "When we were studying together and living together, you were the one who washed it for me, but now you come to live in my house, let's continue. "

At this time, Jing Rong had the word "Fuck" written all over his face.

He was still holding Mu Jinhan's "fig leaf", and his voice became a little excited, "Didn't you just live with me, did you and Mencius Xian, who is right next door, you live in the same house, do you?" What a fucking bedroom, who washed your things back then?"

"Ah..." Mu Jinhan roughly recalled, "Zixian and I took turns washing, we were in the same situation at that time, we were both half dead."

Jing Rong: "..."

Dad-to-be breathed out, "Okay, skip your tuberculosis brother, what about Xiao Tong? You have lived together before, I absolutely don't believe that someone like Xiao Tong who can wear a piece of clothing for two months will give you do the laundry."

"Xiao Tong..."

Speaking of his good friend, Mu Jinhan looked at Jing Rong, suddenly smiled with an indifferent expression, and said, "Xiao Tong often doesn't wear underwear, and sometimes he really washes for me."

At this moment.

Xiao Tong, who had finished cleaning up at home, happened to come out of the bathroom.

He really did what Mu Jinhan said, without a piece of cloth on his body, so he went to sleep with Chu Meng like that.

Before falling asleep, Chu Meng, who was sitting on the bed and playing with her mobile phone, suddenly saw the hot-eyed scene, turned her back quickly, turned under the quilt, and stuttered: "The baby is moving a lot today, don't make trouble what!"

Before Xiao Tong could speak, he sneezed suddenly, "Who's talking about me?"

On the other side, Jing Rong finally put down the fig leaf, rubbed his temples, and in his head was Xiao Tong's flourishing beauty that surpassed thousands of women.

It's true that people can't be judged by their appearance, they can't be judged by their appearance...

"I'm willing to bow down. Xiao Tong really lives up to his name and is extraordinary."

……

Jing Rong didn't throw the clothes on Mu Jinhan's head before, but went to wash his clothes instead.

Fortunately, there are several washing machines at home, even if the clothes are washed separately, they can be washed at the same time, which is more convenient.

only……

"I'm going to wash your underwear for you, what do you mean by looking at it?"

When Jing Rong was squatting on the ground for a certain man and washing his private belongings, Mu Jinhan didn't go to sleep, but leaned against the wall and looked at him.

"Mu Jinhan, after marrying Ayan, you're so flabbergasted?"

Mu Jinhan was too lazy to leave Jing Rong's resentment, he said lightly: "When you wash it for me, rub it lightly, this inner bag was bought by Ayan for me, I want to wear it a few more times."

"Also, use rose-flavored soap, Ayan likes the smell."

Jing Rong: "I see that your own leg hasn't been broken yet, but you are about to break my waist."

"Wash quickly, I'm sleepy."

Jing Rong, who washed his wife's clothes after taking a bath, and now washes clothes for his relative who killed thousands of knives, really hopes that there is someone who is doing the same thing as him, so that he can find a little psychological balance.

However, just across the door, Mencius Xian was also washing clothes in the middle of the night.

Bei Yan returned to the room where she slept when she came to the imperial capital, she curled up under the quilt and did not fall asleep.

It's not that she has something on her mind, it's because Mencius Xian took all of Shun's clothes to wash, and she wanted to change clothes to wash by herself, but he refused to wash them.

He washed him from the inside to the outside, the child's heart was extremely complicated.

(End of this chapter)