Zerg’s Daughter-in-law Are All 2.4 Meters

Standing in front of the door of the villa, at this moment my heart was 'excited'.

It's like a Taoist priest pinching your face and saying to you: This little friend, the poor Taoist noticed that your Yintang has been blackened and there has been a **** disaster recently!

Even if you don't believe it, you still have to ask how to solve it. The old Taoist took you to the hospital with enthusiasm, but only when you got there did you realize that you had entered the den of thieves!

I realized with grief and indignation: Wenther deceived me with my height!

There are many fitness tools in Wenser's house. From a distance, he thought it was a gym. The whole wooden house and villa had a strong fragrance of grass and trees, probably because it was located on the top of the mountain.

I can't help but relax, smelling the woody scent, Wenther doesn't know where to go, so I admire his home all by myself.

It is said that Wenser actually built a villa on the top of a hill! I silently added Wenser to the list of local tyrants to be slaughtered, and I will never rush to pay for meals in the future, hum!

After a pause, I looked at the fine dust in some empty rooms. Maybe Wenser didn't have time to clean up. Although it was clean, there was still dust in some small places.

If there is no one else, didn't he buy a home robot?

Really, tricked me into showing off his mansion? I smacked my mouth, swayed around and went downstairs. I was bored and walked around the first floor. When I heard a sound from the kitchen, I turned around and walked over and called Wenther: "Hey, Wenther, you...you..."

Winsor turned to look at me.

Me: "...Wait! I don't think I opened it in the wrong way." I went backwards expressionlessly and went downstairs to look again, but the scenery in front of me didn't change.

This means it's not the way I'm going downstairs is wrong...

I blinked slowly, feeling that the world view was like a crystal ball that was thrown high and fell down! Snapped! It fell to pieces!

"What's the matter?" Wenther turned around and raised his eyebrows. His long eyebrows drew an arc of cold rejection. If he didn't have the aura that no mortals should enter, he would be a little fragile. A pair of amber pupils like Lu Jie reflected my collapsed expression, as if a smile was mixed in.

At the beginning, Wenther and I were relatively unfamiliar, but after getting along slowly, I used my good looks and warmth as a man to move him (==), Wenther finally didn't just say one word to me every time . Especially three years later, our old partners have been able to capture each other's emotions in their tacit eyes.

but…

I'm so **** familiar with Wenther that I can't believe that the female in front of me is wearing a pink and white lace-trimmed apron, with a bow tie at the back, and soft pink slippers on her feet, holding a pot in one hand and a spatula in the other. Winsor! This unscientific!

I patted my face with my hand and muttered to myself, "...I must have been hallucinating, I knew I wouldn't take so many calcium tablets..."

Even if he has two grenades, it's better than a guy with two stir-fries!

That small, fresh, pink body is propped up by bulging muscles and a 2.4-meter physique, and it can't be mistaken to be blinded in minutes, okay? !

The Wenther man walked over and stood in front of me like a tree, at least a thirty-year-old tree!

"I said, I asked you to come here to invite you to dinner, so let's sit outside." Wenther moved his hand with the shovel, and the shovel spun around in a mighty circle in his hand. Taking advantage of his expression, he was so handsome. shocked.

And I silently looked at the pocket on his apron and wiped his face again.

It is said that a person cannot be compared to the sea, and the children all say that they look like his father, but they are the seeds of the old king next door. Mom, you really don't deceive me!

I stood outside the kitchen watching Wenther cooking, the steel wing behind him stretched out and rolled up a bottle of salt and poured it into the pot, and the other steel wing rolled up the kitchen knife and slashed the little fresh meat. , the remaining two steel wings, leisurely tossing the beat.

This picture is so beautiful that I can't even look directly at it, it's really beeping a dog...

After a long while, I tentatively said, "Wenther, your apron and apron are very beautiful, where did you buy it?"

Wenther looked down at the apron subconsciously: "Well, it's okay to give it when I go to buy food."

Oh, it turned out to be just a gift... I sighed.

I glanced at his pair of soft pink slippers. "Haha, these shoes are also very beautiful. They seem to be limited editions. Where did you get them, maybe they are also gifts."

Wenther glanced at me half-smile. I immediately looked up at the sky.

Click, the heat is adjusted to medium and the pot is simmered slowly. Deng, the kitchen knife was thrown into the cutting board by the steel wing. Wenther wiped his hands and walked towards me, and I couldn't help but take a step back.

Wenther said tepidly: "These slippers were given to you by those secret lovers who asked me to give you when you were doing public welfare promotion."

"Huh?" I was stunned.

"It's not just these slippers." Wenther reached out and slowly ordered a few things: "And that wall clock, this set of sofa covers and throw pillows, oh, and that set of knives, some clothes, some love letters, and a box of colors. Ultra-thin X-sleeves…”

"Stop, stop!" I waved my hands embarrassedly, not to mention the one who gave away the knives. "How did they give you things?"

"Or it's delivered to your house? It's delivered to your house so you can't receive it." Wenther's delicate eyes swept over, and I was taken aback, except that only Child's in my family, if these things were received by Childe ...I rubbed my face with my fingers in silence. It turned out that Wenser knew that there would be such a result, so he accepted it for me. Thinking of this, I looked at Wenser gratefully.

But then I thought, "Hey... No, I didn't receive it when I sent it to you?!"

Wenther looked down at me and smiled. It was the kind of masculine smile that appeared on the faces of people who have always smiled less and sneered more, which made me feel a little embarrassed.

wrong! I'm sorry! Didn't Winther press my stuff and didn't tell me now? ! I stared at him furiously.

Wenther put his hands behind his back and unbuttoned his apron, and said, "Why do I tell you, what's the use of telling you, and do you need these slippers?"

I glanced at the pair of shoes only worn by the little girl who was seven or eight years old on Earth and still looked at the little magic fairy Balabala, the corner of my mouth twitched and I shook my head decisively.

"But you can tell me anyway." I muttered softly.

Wenther put the apron on the back of the sofa and sat down by himself, and said calmly, "Didn't I tell you this? Oh, right! That box of ultra-thin colored camouflages is about to expire, do you use it?"

Me: "...No, keep the balloons and play."

Wenther let out a low, manly laugh, patted the sofa and motioned me to sit down, and I sat down calmly.

Wenther reached out and flipped **** on the upside-down teacup. One of the teacups was firmly in his hand. He picked up the teapot and poured water for me, saying, "I have something to talk to you about."

"What's the matter?" I glanced at the water glass and intuitively told me that it would be better to drink it later.

Sure enough, Winsor said, "Let's try it out."

Me: "... Do you know, Wenther, you are the first one who made me feel that females are immune to males too! You are just a lily in a bunch of tyrants, I always thought we were good buddies! Please don't take things too hard!"

Wenther crossed his legs, and even looked at me with a smile as he followed me, and opened his mouth: "Fu Liangyan, what about an appointment!"

Holy crap, can you not look at me so honestly and make an appointment? ! No appointment!

Winsor seemed to know that I must be reacting this way, he shrugged, folded his hands and pressed his shirt up, swoosh! The shirt was gone, and Wenser looked at me shirtless. Wenther's body is different from Child's. He has a very prominent collarbone, especially the deep shoulder sockets. The muscles of the shoulders and chest and abdomen are hidden under the skin without force. There are also several darker scars on his body. Wherever you sit, the waistline is tightly bent, which is simply the attraction of masculine charm.

I turned my head and felt that my face was hot and itchy. I couldn't help rubbing my fingers hard. The pot of soup in the kitchen made bubbling noises...

Wenther suddenly grabbed my collar and wrapped his arm around the back of my neck. He leaned forward on me, with a weird posture, my face slapped against his tight and somewhat elastic chest. forward!

slap! I flutter my hands hard, and the handsome faces of labor and capital! It hurts more than a slap in the face!

Wenther's voice may be a bit cold by nature. He rubbed the hair on the back of my head and asked again as if to coax a child, "Are you dating?"

I:"…"

Kind of you loosen my face and mouth! I'll tell you!