Born to be together: this president is so perverted

The comments were a little dirty. Xu Wuyou blushed when she saw it. She pressed out the power supply of her mobile phone, raised her eyes and looked at Han Zhifan quietly. Tonight, he wore a gray casual Pajama, wrapped a little tightly, and could not see the lines of her abdominal muscles. However, inexplicably, she felt that she saw it, and suddenly her mouth was dry and her eyes quickly shifted.

She didn't seem to touch his abdominal muscles.

She doesn't know how it feels.

It should be good.

"Have you been acupointd?"

Just indulge in male sex, so I didn't get acupoints.

Xu Wuyou was afraid that he would find her salivating for his abdominal muscles. She calmly took back her sight and started playing with her mobile phone again. "I'm not being acupointd. I'm thinking about some major events in my life."

"You don't have a brain. You can't finish thinking about such things." the woman said some misunderstandings before, but after she came out, she didn't even look at herself and played with her mobile phone.

After that, she looked at him, but she just glanced at him, then skipped him and started to stay at a nihilistic point.

"Birds of a feather flock together. People flock together. I don't have a brain, nor do you. Don't forget, now we are husband and wife. We are one." Xu Wuyou looked at him very provocatively, come on, fight.

I'm not afraid of you!

Xu Wuyou really wants to have a hearty mouth war with Han Zhifan to see who will win.

However, Han Zhifan didn't want to pay attention to her, took back his sight, sat upright and watched TV.

So disappointed, Xu Wuyou walked back to the kitchen and continued to play with his spaghetti sauce. When the time came, pick up the spaghetti, drain it, thaw the sauce, bake it in the oven for a few minutes and get out of the oven.

It's simple and easy. Xu Wuyou, who is hungry and anxious, doesn't plan to get any more side dishes. She takes a fork and goes to the living room while eating. She is ready to grab the TV with Han Zhifan. She eats while brushing the drama. She is a natural couple.

She sat down next to Han Zhifan, grabbed the remote control, directly converted his financial channel into a variety show, turned off the sound, and didn't listen to the sound.

"What are you doing?"

Xu Wuyou took a sip of pasta, hid the remote control behind his back and stared at the TV. "You're blind. Don't you see I'm watching TV."

"Bring it." Han Zhifan stretched out his good-looking palm in front of Xu Wuyou.

Xu Wuyou smiled cunningly and pretended not to see his real intention. "Mr. Han, it's not hygienic to put food in your palm."

"But if you're not afraid, I can give it to you." Xu Wuyou forked a piece of spaghetti with a fork and deliberately dipped it in a lot of spaghetti sauce. When he forked it, he had to put it in his palm, pretending to be very reluctant, "only one, no more."

The closer the pasta is, the closer it is. When the dust is about to settle, Xu Wuyou's mouth evokes a successful arc. However, the smile hasn't all bloomed, the wheat palm is gone, the pasta fell on her pajamas, and her head was plotted.

A heavy blow to the head.

Xu Wuyou frowned and looked up at the man who had plotted against her. His round eyes looked at him fiercely, as if he wanted to kill him with his eyes. "Knock me again and I'll paste the pasta on your face!"

"You're not afraid to paste when you're hungry." Han Zhifan looked at Xu Wuyou with an expression of "you paste when you have the ability".

Xu Wuyou seems to bite him to death!

Every time I talk, I catch my weakness.

Xu Wuyou looked like "good women don't fight with men", squinted at Han Zhifan, wiped off the pasta on his pajamas, stared at the picture on the TV and smiled, eating and laughing.

"Giggle" Xu Wuyou smiled forward and backward, and his big eyes became a gap.

Han Zhifan frowned. Xu Wuyou didn't look like a woman at all. He grabbed the plate in her hand. "Do you want to eat first or watch TV first? Choose one."

"Give it back!"

Han Zhifan ignored.

What's wrong with robbing her food? Xu Wuyou immediately stood up, grabbed his right hand with one hand, and then wanted to get the plate on his left hand, but Han Zhifan had a long hand and Xu Wuyou couldn't reach it.

She didn't have time to think about it. She directly deceived her body. She knelt on his thigh and finally grabbed the plate back. She didn't worry. She put her hand around his neck, sat on his thigh and wolfed down the pasta quickly.

This scene fell into grandpa's eyes. Han Shengyang couldn't sleep just now. When he heard a voice downstairs, he came out to have a look. Unexpectedly, he saw Han Zhifan robbing his daughter-in-law's food.

What a childish shame.

Wearing reading glasses, he vaguely saw that Han Zhifan's face was old and smelly, like stinky tofu, black and smelly.

However, his granddaughter-in-law smiled brightly because she robbed her own food.

Han Shengyang thought as he walked to his bedroom that he would ask Han Zhifan for a etiquette teacher to teach him when he had time. Otherwise, etiquette has been lost to the country of Java, and even eating has to be robbed.

After swallowing the last mouthful of spaghetti, Xu Wuyou loosened his neck, burped and looked at him. "After eating, your spaghetti is really delicious."

Wenxiang nephrite was in her arms. Han Zhifan didn't want to let go. He looked away from her face. He didn't see her face full of spaghetti sauce. He said coldly, "mouth, dirty."

Dirty?

Xu Wuyou buttoned Han Zhifan's head, pouted his mouth and approached his lips, "you wipe it for me."

She means, let Han Zhifan kiss the sauce on it.

Ha, Xu Wuyou is right. Han Zhifan is obsessed with cleanliness and doesn't dare to kiss.

But she just wanted to do it on purpose. Maybe he would hate her more.

Han Zhifan didn't move. Xu Wuyou gently shook his head. His voice softened. It seemed that he was coquettish. "Hurry up, people's mouth is uncomfortable."

So sweet voice, listen to Xu worry, I want to vomit.

Han Zhifan's face became darker. He closed his eyes and didn't look at her face.

Sample, I finally fell into my hand.

Xu Wuyou proudly gave a "cold hum", and his lips approached him, "if you don't take the initiative, I'll put it directly on your face."

The closer the lip is, the happier Xu Wuyou laughs. Seeing that he is about to successfully tease Han Zhifan, he grabs his arm and falls on the sofa. He quickly draws a paper towel and calmly wipes the sauce off Xu Wuyou's mouth.

"Go back to bed."

Although he didn't really wipe it on his face, it's also a good thing to see him eat flat. Xu Wuyou's eyebrows and eyes bent. There was a "Ge You paralysis". She sat very indecently. After eating and drinking enough, she didn't want to move.

Xu Wuyou smiled at Han Zhifan Tiantian and ignored his words, "wait a minute, we'll watch TV. Will you help me take the plate back to the kitchen? I eat well and can't move."