You Want to Marry Me?

"You fell stupid. Drink my ass. Take off your clothes, climb into bed, lie down, close your eyes, and sleep to death. "

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, I'll listen to my wife."

"Dog, if a dog doesn't bite me, aren't you going to bite me? There are still teeth marks. "

Su Mo was so angry. Fuck, if I'm in front of him now, I'll f * * king bite him to death. Let him stink, get drunk and fucking blabbermouth.

"I, I'll sing you the fifth lunar month song."

Xing Biao didn't know that right now, Su Mo had bitten his heart and was still acting so silly. That means a woman can't sleep at night and miss her lover.

"I'll slap you twice, and turn your face into a full moon."

"Wife, today is not fifteen. The moon is not full."

Su Mo rubbed his forehead. He had been defeated, really. Is this bastard drunk? Was he really drunk? It was extremely noisy.

"Listen, listen. This word is old, and it completely represents my heart.

A marten beauty, ah, come down the stairs

Kneeling in the dust

'Burn incense? Bye moon! '

"It's all because of our kindness! Oh, I said yes and love!"

Have you ever heard a duck squawk when it steps on its neck? It was exactly the same as the previous one. He was screaming and shouting through the phone, but the dogs in the neighborhood were barking and bowing. It was a sad scene to behold.

Su Mo was so shocked that the documents on his knees slipped and he almost fell down the bed. Damn you, you're crazy.

"It's already midnight."

"Stop!"

Su Mo roared. He did not stop and his mental state was broken.

"It's good, my wife, it's good. When I was young, I really liked having two people change places. I even wanted to go and take a master, but unfortunately, I couldn't find Zhao Ben Shan at that time. Otherwise, I would have been a great actor. You don't know, I …"

Pah

"Stop singing, let's kill him. Go to sleep. "

"You don't like me singing, and you don't talk to me either. My wife, you hate me so much, and we are a couple who lie. You hurt me like this, and I treat you as my only family, the rarest person in the world. You can't even talk to me."

Xing Biao stabbed his head onto the pillow and felt wronged. He pitifully complained to Su Mo about his grievances.

"I give in to you. Don't mumble to me, don't sing. "

"Then talk to me, and coax me to sleep."

"Holy shit, your sister."

Damn, I really have to give up. I can't do anything to him when I meet such a reckless person. Su Mo randomly grabbed a book at the head of the bed. It was a thick, original version of the criminal law.

In order to punish the crime and protect the people, this Law is formulated in accordance with the Constitution and in the light of our country's specific experience in the fight against crime and the actual circumstances.

His voice was cold, emotionless, and filled with a sense of substance. It was as calm as if he had heard a sentence.

Sure enough, after a while, Xing Biao's breathing calmed down and was no longer as reckless as before.

Su Mo continued to recite.

The task of the Criminal Law is to use punishment to fight against all criminal acts in order to safeguard the security of the country, to safeguard the democratic dictatorship of the people and the socialist system, to protect the state-owned property and the collectively owned property of the working people, to protect the private property of citizens, to protect the personal rights, democratic rights and other rights of citizens, to maintain the social and economic order and to ensure the smooth progress of the socialist construction.

He picked up the phone, listened for a moment, then snored.

Su Mo closed the book.

"I can't deal with you. I'll kill you even if I play with you. "

Many years later, whenever Xing Biao makes a mistake, Su Mo will flip the penalty over and let Xing Biao recite it. Unable to recite it, he copied out the criminal law.

This move was very useful. Xing Biao could die from exhaustion if he were to use all sorts of methods, be it a criminal law or a general rule, with all sorts of subsections, subsections, and even subsections.

Xing Biao was controlled by Su Mo just like that. For a lifetime.

But after so many years, Xing Biao had also formed a habit of asking his wife to read his criminal law. When he couldn't sleep, he would act like a spoiled child and promise him to sleep like a pig for at least five minutes. Silehara was snoring soundly.