Chapter 1172

With Guo Yiqin's order, this three-star hotel can make the small restaurant Mr. Fang's "bedroom" and let him sleep forever.

When Fang Yuan woke up, Guo Yiqin and others had already left.

As for where he went and what wonderful things he did, Fang Yuan didn't want to think about it.

If he has to think about it, Fang Yuan hopes that Guo Yiqin has gone to help him deal with Ye Mingmei's problem.

However, that hope is very slim. Guo Yiqin will intervene in this matter only if he has lost his mind.

People who have lost their minds are not qualified to be selected as the successor by the leader, so Fangyuan feels that he should not expect Guo Yiqin to help himself in this matter.

In other words, Fang Yuan didn't intend to ask Guo Yiqin to help him deal with this matter. If his loyal legs are a group of people who eat white rice -- it's better to pick up a stick and drive down the mountain: as Fang Shao's legs, but don't solve problems for Fang Shao, what's the use of them?

It's just that countless missed calls on the mobile phone have confirmed that Fang Shao's self powerful legs have not completed what he most urgently wants to see.

Alas, a Xia Xiaoyun is enough for a headache. Coupled with Qin Xiaobing with an explosion of sense of justice, it's strange if they can achieve brother yuan's wish.

It seems that Fang Shao needs to go out in person to completely solve the problem of aunt four.

Thinking that ye Mingmei, who is charming and debauchery in bed, is brother yuan's fourth aunt, he not only can't avoid it, but also has to solve the problem himself. Brother yuan's head hurts more than 800 hangovers. The whole person feels bad.

Together, there was a crisp sound of footsteps outside, which sounded so harsh.

According to the footsteps, it is not too difficult for the other party to judge the gender, personality, height and body shape of the visitor. Just like the experienced criminal police, they can infer the gender and height of the suspect according to the footprints left at the scene.

high-heeled shoes.

At least nine inch high heels, because the sound of heels hitting the ground is quite sharp, just like nails hitting the floor.

Men don't wear high heels. As long as their sexual orientation is normal, they can only be young women, or the kind of "fire": those women with traditional Chinese virtues and gentle personality will never wear high heels that can highlight women's figure and specifically provoke men's eyes.

From the sound intensity of the heel hitting the floor, Fang Yuan can judge that her height will not exceed 1.6 meters and her weight will not exceed 55 kilograms.

When a woman over 1.6 meters tall walks in such high heels, she can't walk so steadily because of her height and the attraction of the earth's center: when she is tall, she is bound to shake up.

As for why Fang Yuan can conclude that the comer will not weigh more than 55 kilograms, it is easier to explain: women who are less than 1.6 meters tall but weigh more than 55 kilograms will not walk so lightly in these shoes.

Especially when the heel falls to the ground, it will make an uncertain sound due to the influence of women's slender waist swing.

When fat women walk with slim little women, will the range of waist twisting be generally large?

It must be different.

However, the amplitude of a woman's waist twisting when walking can determine the angle of gravity when she falls, and then make the sound of the heel pop up when she falls to the ground, which is different from what ordinary people can't hear.

Similarly, women with light steps are generally confident and like no one else. They don't care what others think of her. They are proud to go their own way--

Almost in the blink of an eye, Fang Yuan knew who the man from outside was: he was no more than 1.6 meters tall, had a great figure, wore nine inch high heels and was quite confident in his steps. At this time, he could not care whether Guo Yiqin would be there. Who else could there be except Jiangsu building Xiang?

Oh.

When Fang Yuan sighed, the footsteps stopped outside the door,

Before building Xiang raised his hand to open the door, Fang Yuan said lazily, "small building, I'm bored now. Can you stop coming in and go to the place you love?"

"Eh, how did you know I was coming?"

Building Xiang opened the door and came in. He looked surprised. He didn't pretend, but from his heart.

Xiao Lou wears very simple today -- of course, the so-called simplicity is only compared with her previous dressing habits. Compared with those good little families who really abide by women's morality, it has ruined several grades.

A black gauze skirt, embroidered with white lace, embroidered with white white silk stockings, with a pair of white stockings on its legs. A pair of sapphire blue sandals and ten toe toes are covered with stockings.

If she had been killed before, she would not have worn a long sleeved jacket in this season. She would not have wrapped her stocking legs with stockings, and would not have her toes stained with nail polish hidden in her socks to be seen by men.

Lou Xiang's greatest hope is that after she appears, her sexy charm can cause all men to scream

So Fang Yuan was a little surprised to see her in this dress: "shit, is the sun coming out from the west? It's strange that the coquettish small building in Jiangsu Province should follow the example of a small good family. "

"Fang Yuan, pay attention to what you say to me."

Lou Yuxiang's pretty face suddenly sank down, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he did not hide his anger.

"Watch what I say?"

Fang Yuan was even more surprised: "don't I pay attention?"

"Don't judge me, let alone say such disrespectful words to me. I hope you can remember that this will not be an example."

Lou Yuxiang said, walked slowly to a table behind the door, and sat on a chair with a willow waist.

Fang Yuan looked at the building like a ghost.

"What are you looking at?"

Building Xiang Dai frowned more tightly and put the bag in her hand between her lower abdomen.

"Look at your sitting posture."

Fang Yuan swallowed his mouth and mumbled the truth.

In the impression of the surrounding area, after sitting down, Lou Xiang will never close her legs together like those 17-year-old girls. The skirt will cover her knees, but will frivolously cross her legs. Don't care. A man just needs to bow his head to see her small inner color.

She just hopes that even if she is sitting and doesn't say a word, she can make men scream for her -- it's a heartbeat, plus uncontrollable saliva, green eyes and thick breathing.

"Look at my sitting position?"

Lou Xiang looked down and asked, "is my sitting posture wrong?"

"No."

Fang Yuan shook his head and said to the truth, "your sitting posture is only suitable for those shameful girls and good families -- shit, you can't talk well and smash anything!"

The square hand raised the hand to catch the building of a teapot which was smashed in Hunan Province. After shaking it, he drank a mouthful to the spout, and lifted up his neck and blew a few times. Then he puffed up his gill and sprayed out like a sprayer: "Puff!"

The water in the teapot is clean.

Generally speaking, no one drinks water with the spout like Fang Yuan.

The tea in the teapot is very strong and cold. It is overnight tea. If you drink it, people with bad intestines and stomach will have trouble. However, it is good to gargle, which can have a certain effect of sterilization and anti-inflammatory.

However, when these strong teas were sprayed out like flowers, they just sprayed building Xiang all over his face. It seemed bad -- building Xiang, which was used to being arrogant and domineering, could not stand such humiliation. He immediately abandoned the little good family demeanor he had been practicing hard recently and grabbed a teacup and was about to hit it: "asshole, are you going to die!"

"Don't do it, you can't do it."

Fang Yuan said this sentence in time, which made Lou Xiang realize what in an instant. The silver teeth clenched with a cold hum, slowly put down the tea cup, took out a wet towel from the small bag and began to wipe his face.

After all, it is not old ginseng fruit. The eternal building is Hunan. It is a good habit that plain face can make men's eyes stare out everywhere. It avoids the frightening women who will become ghosts when she wipes her face with wet wipes.

Fang Yuan timely praised: "Xiaolou, I have to say that your skin is quite good."

Building Xiang's eyes moved and said with a charming smile, "do you want to kiss?"

"Yes."

Fang Yuan is a sincere person. He can say whatever he has in mind.

The smile on Lou Xiang's face converged and became solemn: "hum, you don't have a chance in this life."

"This is a good thing for me, a great thing."

Fang Yuanchang breathed a sigh of relief, drank another mouthful of strong tea, gulped two mouthfuls in his mouth and sprayed it under his feet.

He still said what he had in mind.

Although Lou Xiang is charming, Fang Yuan never plans to have that "negative distance" relationship with her again, just like when you see a colorful poisonous snake, you don't want to hold it in your arms and kiss it.

Some women, charming and sexy on the surface, are actually more terrible than poisonous snakes. They don't know when they will take your life away.

Lou Yuxiang is a woman more terrible than a poisonous snake in her heart.

Although he had never really feared her, he did hope to never see her again all his life.

Fang Yuan's "true feelings" made Lou Xiang's eyes narrow again, flashed a touch of cold and fierce, but then disappeared, and then changed into a very kind look.

It's very kind. Lou Xiang has practiced in the mirror countless times -- when a mother is in front of her son, even a little stepmother, she has to look like a mother, doesn't she?

Since Lou Xiang is determined to pursue Lao Fang and be a stepmother to Xiao Fang, when he sees the square again, he must not spread his dangling intention in the eye wave flow as before.

Well, as a direct elder, regardless of the multifaceted feelings in front of others, you must not flirt in front of your own son. This is the principle.

Fang Yuan looked at Lou Xiang's eyes and became more and more confused: "Hey, Lou Xiang, did you take the wrong medicine to make this strange expression disgust me?"

"I, I'm disgusting you?"

Lou Xiang almost jumped out of his chair.

In order to make Fang Yuan feel this kind look, Lou Xiang almost tortured little secretary Lin Lin: Lin Lin, do you look like a mother? Look, look, look again

Fang Yuan described Lou Xiang's "kind look" after so much effort, but she was disgusted. Can she not be angry and go wild?

Fortunately, Lou Xiang held back again. After biting his teeth and taking a few deep breaths, he gradually calmed down his mood. He quickly searched his mind for "the look of a loving mother" and immediately took it out on his pretty face. Only then did he say faintly: "Fang Yuan, from now on, I hope you can learn to respect me."

"Give me a reason, Xiaolou."

Fang Yuan crossed his legs and lit a cigarette.

"In the future, I will probably be your mother."

Lou Yuxiang couldn't help laughing after saying this.