Chapter 757

"Scum, I love you."

As soon as Li Nanfang opened his eyes in the morning, this sentence rang out in his ears.

He had known Yue Zitong for half a year, and it was the first time that he heard her speak to him in this tone.

Although the term "scum" has a certain derogatory meaning, I can't help but look at her from the bottom of my heart. Li Nanfang decided to forgive her for her impoliteness and thought about it again and again before going to bed last night.

When Yue Zitong said these words, his voice was full of deep love.

He can be sure to say that after Yue Zitong said this, he was completely convinced by the woman who didn't have much brain water.

This makes Li Nanfang feel very successful. After lying down last night, he tossed and turned excitedly. No matter how he forced himself to go to bed, it didn't work. He always thought about those beautiful pictures.

At that time, one hand stroked the smooth black silk, while - this is the reason why Li Nanfang lost sleep. He barely fell asleep at 4 a.m. as a result, as soon as he woke up in the morning, scum's words of "I love you" rang out in his ears.

No matter how nice it sounds, no matter how warm and sweet it is, it's tormenting people all night. It's also making people feel headache and want to be crazy.

"Your sister, Li Nanfang, you are not promising, are you? Isn't it that you've taken care of your wife? What's so exciting? It makes my head ache. You used to deal with a lot of women, didn't you? They can play as much as they want. It's not like now. Well, it's hopeless. It's hopeless. "

Sitting up, rubbing his head with both hands and pounding the back of his head against the wall, Li Nanfang felt better.

"But one thing I'm sure is that as long as I can get rid of my aunt, other women don't want it - really? Sui Yueyue, cherry blossom, Jiang Muran, Su yaqi'er, Alice, Crawford, even Longcheng, Helan Xiaoxin. what the fuck. Before I knew it, how could I provoke so many women. It's a sin, a sin. "

Devoutly repenting, Li Nanfang opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.

Outside, the door of the living room was open, and the chilly wind came in, which made him shiver and wrap his clothes.

When I went to the bathroom, I heard a cheerful whistle coming from behind the door of the open dining room.

There are not many women who can whistle, but there are also many.

Many old-fashioned men always think that women's whistling is frivolous.

In fact, they know a machine eight.

Women will blow, and men will be more comfortable.

Judging from the open door of the living room, Yue Zitong had just come back from morning exercises outside, so he put on his apron and went to the dining room to cook.

After aunt Yue said what she really wanted to say yesterday, she was impressed by Li Nanfang and felt relaxed. The two people should not hurt each other as they used to.

Although hurt each other, it is an indispensable process of love hardening in the process of passionate love between men and women.

But if we hurt each other too much, the products we produce will become waste, and we will have to go our separate ways.

Fortunately, Yue Zitong successfully grasped this degree and tempered their love to the most perfect moment.

Can she not be happy?

Whistling and smelling the aroma of red and yellow tomatoes and scrambled eggs in the frying spoon, Yue Zitong was very comfortable and finally understood why Li Nanfang had a good cooking skill.

It turns out that cooking is really a pleasure.

When he saw the delicious food being eaten by the scum he loved, he wiped his mouth and said it was delicious. At that moment, he felt that he had a sense of accomplishment even more than a big business negotiation.

"In fact, the so-called love is to be able to appreciate and share his enjoyment after giving to each other. The reason is so simple. I didn't understand it before. It's a waste of my sexy body. What's the relationship between your sister's body and this hairy one? "

Yue Zitong whistling on his mouth, when he thought of this in his heart, a nerve suddenly jumped down. Subconsciously, he was just about to turn back, and his hands had already hugged her from behind.

"Ah

Yue Zitong was surprised. He raised the shovel in his hand. He was about to smash it back, but he suddenly woke up.

This suddenly hugs her from behind, besides Li Renzha, who else can have?

Who has the courage!

This shows that my aunt's hard work is not in vain.

In order to share the happiness of this scum, am I easy?

Winter, although there is heating, but also air conditioning, but there is also a little girl at home, like my aunt, can only wear a black three piece suit, tie a small apron, all show my cook's sexy ah?

Yue Zitong secretly doubts whether she is a bit of a slut when she dresses like this in order to please Li Nanfang. At the same time, she also enjoys being hugged by scum from behind.

When Yue Zitong felt a little hurt and whispered, he changed the pinch to knead, gasped and scolded: "you are so sexy, are you trying to seduce me to commit a crime?"

"Sir, did the enchantress provoke you?"

Yue Zi Tong raised his round chin and looked back, pretending to ask.

"You're trying to seduce me by dressing like this."

"Well, shall I go and change?"

"No way."

"Why not again?"

"I like to be seduced by the enchantress. I'll soon be able to eat your skin and bone. "

Yue Zitong giggled and looked back. He just looked at Li Nanfang and said, "lying trough, how can you do this! Is it a night of hogging? "

"What makes this happen?"

Li Nanfang asked, puzzled.

"Wait a minute."

Yue Zitong pushed him aside, opened a drawer of the cabinet, and took out a small mirror from inside.

In cooking, even squatting toilet, can take out a small mirror, narcissistic look at ah, according to, is a woman's patent.

"Grasps a grass, this, this is still me?"

When Li Nanfang saw himself in the small mirror, his jaw was almost dislocated.

Although he is a decent man, like all women, he cherishes his face.

After being scratched a bloodstain by Yue Zitong on his face, his heart was dripping blood.

But he would rather be caught by his aunt than be like this in the mirror.

What's this look like?

His eyes were covered with red silk, his eyes were sunken, his face was dark, his mouth was covered with a green beard, and his hair was in a mess, as if he had been bitten by a dog - is this still the romantic Li Nanfang?

This is just a wake-up beggar from the straw pile.

"How did you do that? What did you do last night? "

Yue Zitong was also very surprised. He took a cloth to wipe the stove and wiped it on his face.

Not only did not wipe clean, but wiped on the oil, so that he became a big face, the image is even more unbearable to witness.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Yue Zitong threw away the dishcloth, bowed his head and opened his mouth. He took a mouthful of saliva in his palm and wiped it directly on his face.

This girl must have done it on purpose.

Wiping Li NanFang's face with her saliva is very insulting, and then mixing the oil to make his whole face swarthy, like a black man from Africa.

"Well, I see. It's all your fault that I can be like this. "

With a sigh, Li Nanfang pushes away Yue Zitong.

Yue Zitong immediately called out the injustice of bumping into the sky, and the old man cried out: "old man, you are wronging your family. Where did I go to your room last night? I clearly -- "

"It's all your words that made me think about it all night. I fell asleep at four o'clock in the morning."

Li Nanfang interrupted her grievance and turned to the outside.

Yue Zitong was stunned: "what can I say to make you insomnia?"

"I don't say that."

Li Nanfang said quietly. As soon as she walked out of the restaurant, the woman became sick and began to laugh: "ha ha, I know. Scum, I love you. Li Nanfang, you are finished. You're really dead. You're hopeless! "

But even if she was convinced by me and said it from the bottom of her heart, I was really excited about insomnia. Why did Mao become like this?

Before Lao Tzu, many times I didn't sleep all night, and I didn't become such a bear.

It's strange.

Is this the power of love?

Black dragon, black dragon, tell me quickly, isn't it?

The black dragon hidden in his Qi sea Dantian didn't react at all.

This made Li Nanfang angry: "it's your sister's every time. When you don't have to intervene, you are very noisy. I used you, but you pretended to be dead. Grass. "

After rubbing the shower gel on his face eight times, he took a piece of black bud that Yue Zitong had dried in front of the window. After rubbing it on his face a few times, Li Nanfang felt better.

But soon it was bad.

The common people often say that it's bad luck for a man to wipe his face with a woman's pants.

On the second floor of the bedroom, Yue Zitong has a separate bathroom.

When she used to dry it, she was upstairs.

But what's the matter? There's this thing in the bathroom below?

Li Nanfang, full of bad luck, soon understood.

This must be a very important part of his aunt's plan to train him.

When Li Nan Nan scolded, the bathroom door was knocked.

Before he could react, the door was pushed open.

Yue Zitong, who had taken off his apron but was wearing a black three piece suit, put his face into his head with a smile and asked, "darling, have you seen the black pants of AI family?"

"Don't remind me. I've already used it."

"Wipe your face?"

Yue Zitong was stunned: "no, it's not all used to wipe - ha, ha ha. My dear, your taste is really strong. "