Born to be together: this president is so perverted

When talking, Xu Wuyou looked at Han Zhifan with a pitiful look.

"Don't pretend to be pathetic. Go to bed." Han Zhifan's face became more heavy, just like the night at this time.

The woman also kicked her nose on her face and let him run errands!

Xu Wuyou doesn't care about him. She lies comfortably on the sofa and stares at the TV. Sometimes she looks calm and sometimes laughs. She looks like a neurotic. After watching it for a while, she finds that the plate is still on the tea table and her elbow bumps Han Zhifan's arm. "Husband, help. I really don't want to move."

Han Zhifan held his arms and ignored her.

Er, Han Zhifan forced her to make another big move.

Xu Wuyou dropped her head and brewing for a while. After a while, she began to sob. The two lines crossed her face, coagulated on her chin, and said in a dumb voice, "Why are you so cruel? Your wife can't go all the way. You can't help me carry a plate back to the kitchen."

Xu Wuyou said that at last, the cry became louder and louder, and the tears fell one by one on her pajamas. The wronged little appearance was like someone else had done something heinous to her.

Crying, Xu Wuyou's snot surged up. She didn't want to find a paper towel to wipe, but just wanted to rub on Han Zhifan's pajamas. She leaned over her head, grabbed his arm and wiped it on her nose. The viscous white liquid in her nose rubbed on Han Zhifan's sleeves.

She stopped crying, looked up and made a sincere apology, "husband, I'm sorry, I didn't find a paper towel just now, so I borrowed your sleeves. You have so many clothes and so many gentlemen. You won't care about me."

While talking, her expression turned into an innocent little white rabbit, pear blossom with rain, poor.

Oh, I brought him a high hat!

Han Zhifan's face suddenly became as ugly as eating Xiang. He felt uncomfortable. He didn't dare to look at the white liquid on his sleeve. His anger was stuck in the middle and couldn't go up or down.

Smelly man, finally feel it with me.

Every time I choke with you, you bring the topic to the side, and my mood is the same as you are now!

It's rare to hold a grudge. Let it hit Han Zhifan more violently.

Xu Wuyou grabbed Han Zhifan's arm, raised it to his eyes, and said innocently, "husband, do you need to change your clothes because your clothes are so dirty?"

Suddenly, Han Zhifan threw away Xu Wuyou's arm, unbuttoned the button, quickly took off his pajamas and threw them into the trash can.

"Husband, why do you throw away your clothes? Don't you just have a runny nose? You can continue to wear them after washing." Xu Wuyou followed him to the trash can and said sadly.

"Haven't you made enough?" Han Zhifan was condescending and looked down at Xu Wuyou with burning eyes. There was no temperature in his eyes.

Han Zhifan was so angry that he was about to blow up the house.

The tone in my heart was finally relieved.

Xu Wuyou has always been a current affairs person, but there is still a little thing he needs to do. She looks up at Han Zhifan with her back to her hand. "Husband, if you help me take the plate back to the kitchen, I won't make trouble."

OK, he ran once.

"Only once."

Han Zhifan took the plate to the kitchen. Xu Wuyou was so excited that he rubbed his small hands and watched TV. He was so proud that he called Han Zhifan once.

After Han Zhifan came out of the kitchen, he didn't look at Xu Wuyou and went straight upstairs.

Xu Wuyou noticed his footsteps, threw down the hilarious variety show and looked at Han Zhifan. However, he went upstairs without looking at her.

She was the only one left in the spacious living room. The TV was silent again. Xu Wuyou was a little afraid. He nervously looked around the silent, swallowed his saliva, turned off the TV quickly and walked upstairs.

When he got to the bedroom, Han Zhifan had closed his eyes and looked really angry. Of course, he was angry and Xu Wuyou wouldn't coax him.

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The next morning, Han family mansion restaurant.

As soon as Xu Wuyou entered the restaurant, he saw that grandpa and Han Zhifan had been sitting at the table and said hello to Grandpa, but ignoring Han Zhifan, he smiled and said, "good morning, Grandpa."

"Good morning, great hero." Han Shengyang narrowed his polished eyes and took a silent look at Han Zhifan.

But how did he look at it and feel that he looked a little dissatisfied and resentful? Maybe he was jealous because Xu Wuyou didn't say hello to Han Zhifan in the morning.

Xu Wuyou sat down on Han Zhifan's side, staring at the dazzling breakfast, rubbing his hands and ready to move.

Han Shengyang naturally looked at Xu Wuyou's small moves and showed a kind smile. "Great heroes, let's eat and kill." with that, Han Shengyang began to eat breakfast.

Xu Wuyou wondered why he called her a great hero. But I don't know if they have the habit of "eating without words and sleeping without words". She stretched out her hand and pulled Han Zhifan's sleeve.

But the man ignored her.

So stingy.

Forget it, she asked Grandpa.

Xu Wuyou shrunk his head and carefully raised his left hand, just like a pupil raising his hand to answer a question.

"What's the matter, our great hero." Han Shengyang took a sip of milk and looked puzzled when she saw Xu Wuyou's action. Was she making breakfast into class?

"Can you chat during dinner?"

"Well," Han Shengyang nodded.

"Grandpa, why do you call me a great hero?"

"Well, ask your husband this question."

Where dare you ask? This cheapskate is still angry. She doesn't stick her hot face to her cold ass.

Hey, by the way, wasn't that guy Han Zhifan bullied last night? She can ask grandpa who bullied him and deal with him together in the future.

"Grandpa, can I sit next to you?" Xu Wuyou showed a simple smile, cat his body, bypassed Han Zhifan and sat opposite him.

As soon as people left, Han Zhifan's expressionless face began to have a cold color.

After sitting down, Xu Wuyou didn't worry about eating. He approached his grandfather and asked, "Grandpa, does Han Zhifan have a dead enemy?"

"No." Han Shengyang shook his head.

How could there be no enemy? Han Zhifan was so miserable last night. "Grandpa, really not? I don't know who put a basin of water on the bathroom door of the bedroom last night. As soon as Han Zhifan opened the door, he was drenched into a drowned chicken."

Xu Wuyou spoke in a small voice, but Han Zhifan heard it and his black eyes narrowed.

"What are you doing?" Xu Wuyou doesn't want to help his husband take revenge, does he? Han Shengyang looks cautious. He teases Han Zhifan. She can't know about it. Otherwise, it will affect his image.

Xu Wuyou glanced at Han Zhifan's expression and saw that the man was concentrating on breakfast. She slowly leaned closer to Grandpa. "Grandpa, do you like Han Zhifan?"