Chapter 1873

"Well, I'll get some mud and put some on your face."

Ye Rongrong said jokingly.

"No!"

Liu Qingqing said in a hurry.

I'm just joking. I didn't expect my husband to take it seriously.

At the thought of the dirty dirt on her face, Liu Qingqing, who is a cleanliness addict, has goose bumps.

"Ha ha, I can't bear that my wife's face is covered with mud. If I kiss her, my mouth will be covered with mud."

Ye Rongrong kisses Liu Qingqing's pretty face and says.

"Husband, I want to kiss too!"

Liu Qingqing quickly kisses Ye Guangrong on the face.

"If you go, you'll have lunch here."

Ye Guangrong takes Liu Qingqing's hand and walks out of the room with a smile.

……

As the largest international metropolis in Asia, Tokyo's urban construction is second to none in Asia.

There are high-rise commercial streets everywhere, and the population density here is no less than that of the magic city in China.

Although it is winter now, young women in short skirts can be seen everywhere in the street.

Maybe it's a cultural tradition. In such a cold season, many young women in China wear miniskirts, but most of them wear stockings to resist the cold.

But in the streets of Dongjing, you can see these young girls directly bared their legs and happily shopping in the cold wind.

For the sake of beauty, these young women really give up.

"Husband, don't they feel cold?"

Liu Qingqing looked at these young stupid girls wearing so thin, can't help but doubt to ask.

After all, the outdoor temperature in Tokyo is below zero now. Although it doesn't snow, it's also very cold. When Liu Qingqing went out, she put on her thick down jacket.

It's still a little cold when the cold wind blows.

"I must feel cold, but for the sake of beauty, these stupid girls have given up."

Ye Rongrong said.

In the past, when ye Guangrong worked as a security guard in the medical department of southern Zhejiang University, I heard from colleagues that in the big stick country and RI Ben, in the winter, young girls were still wearing short skirts with big white legs showing snowflakes. At that time, ye Guangrong still didn't believe it, and felt that those colleagues were exaggerating.

Now walking on the streets of Dongjing in winter, ye Rongrong is aware that he used to be a frog in the well!

"Husband, do I have to dress like that to go to the street?"

Liu Qingqing asked.

"You dare!"

Ye Rongrong cried out subconsciously, but ye Rongrong immediately realized that his tone was a little heavy, and said softly: "we don't learn from these stupid women. In this winter, if it's frozen, I'll be distressed."

"But it looks good in a short skirt. You just looked at those big white legs."

Liu Qingqing said with some taste.

"Well, I was just curious to see more. They have wives there. You look good!"

Ye Guangrong said quickly.

It seems that his wife is jealous.

"What do I have to look good? I wear thick clothes like pandas, or these girls with bare legs are good-looking!"

Obviously, Liu Qingqing doesn't want to let Ye Guangrong go so easily.

"Who said, this dress is thick and looks fat. It's comfortable to hold."

Ye Guangrong embraces Liu Qingqing and says.

"I hate it

Liu Qingqing leans happily in Ye Guangrong's arms.

At this time, Liu Qingqing frowned slightly, her eyes were puzzled, and her expression was very natural. This expression matched his face, which was very moving.

"Husband, I'm thirsty."

Liu Qingqing looks up at Ye Guangrong and says.

Along the way, they were like men and women who just fell in love with each other. They would kiss each other all the way, but now they are all thirsty.

After all, kissing is a mouth watering job.

"There's a milk shop over there. Let's go and have a look."

Ye Rongrong said, pointing to a fresh milk shop in front of him.

Many of these stupid words are written in Chinese. Even people who don't understand Japanese can basically understand what these shops sell when they come to this commercial street.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

Seeing ye Guangrong and Liu Qingqing approaching, a young salesgirl asked in stiff Mandarin.

Nowadays, there are many Chinese people who come to Japan to travel. Now, many waiters in Japan's stores know some simple Chinese and can communicate with Chinese people.

"Do you see that we are Chinese?"

Liu Qingqing asked, looking at the young salesgirl unexpectedly."Well, there are some differences in temperament and dress style between Chinese people and Japanese stupid people. I often meet many Chinese people in the shop, so I can recognize you as Chinese at a glance."

Explained the young salesgirl.

"Well, you can give me a cup of hot lemon juice."

Liu Qingqing said.

"What do you want, sir?"

Said the young waitress.

"Give me a fresh milk!"

Ye Rongrong thought about it and said.

The young clerk immediately said with a smile, "we have many kinds of fresh milk. What kind of milk do you need, sir?"

"What kind of fresh milk do you have in your shop?" Ye Guangrong asked.

"Sir, we have milk, horse's milk, sheep's milk, pig's milk, human's milk and so on. What kind of milk do you need?"

The saleswoman said with a smile.

"Do you still have milk?"

Liu Qingqing asked in surprise.

After all, the fresh milk bought in China's metropolises is basically milk. Of course, there are horse's milk and sheep's milk. As for pig's milk, there is basically no one to drink or buy.

It's just that this person's milk makes Liu Qingqing very confused. Not only is there someone's milk here, but it's still fresh. Is it still fresh.

Thinking about it, Liu Qingqing thought it was incredible.

"Yes, we provide fresh human milk here, which can be milked on site basically, but the price is much more expensive than milk. This is a pamphlet. You can choose any young lady in this pamphlet to milking you on site."

The young waitress took out a thick and exquisite pamphlet and handed it to Ye Rongrong.

"Let me see!"

Out of curiosity, Liu Qingqing took over the thick book and opened it curiously.

The booklet is full of photos of young women. Below are the basic information of these young women, including age, circumference, height, health status, and even milk type photos.

"These are the photos of the long-term milkman in our shop. You can choose the milkman according to the photos. As long as you choose, we will call her and ask her to come to the scene immediately for milking, because it is a special person who comes to milk."

"Of course, you can also choose the way to eat this person's milk. The price of different ways of eating is different. Milking is divided into personal milking, and the price is higher. It's cheaper for the milkman to help milking. If you suck with your mouth, the price is..."

The young salesgirl introduced them to Ye Rongrong.

"Well, my husband only needs hot fresh milk. None of these."

Liu Qingqing interrupted the young salesgirl with a red face.

Stupid people are too open and abnormal these days.

Liu Qingqing can't accept these.

"Yes, just a moment, please."

Seeing that Liu Qingqing just ordered a cup of fresh milk, the young salesgirl said warmly, though she was a little disappointed.

After all, if a customer orders the milk, the young salesgirl will get a high commission, which can be equal to her salary for more than a week.

But the choice is in the hands of the guests, and the young salesgirl has no choice.

Two minutes later, a cup of fresh hot milk and a cup of hot lemon juice are in Ye Guangrong's and Liu Qingqing's hands.

"Husband, do you really want to drink that milk?"

After leaving the fresh milk shop, Liu Qingqing stares at Ye Guangrong and asks.

"Nonsense, the women in those photos are not as good-looking as your wife. If I want to drink it, I will naturally drink it from your wife. How can I drink from others?"

Ye Guangrong said with a smile.

"No, I won't tell you."

Liu Qingqing's face turned red, and some of them did not dare to say this to Ye Guangrong.

Now Du Du is two years old, but Liu Qingqing has not weaned yet. It's not that Du Du still needs to drink milk, but her husband drinks it every day, which makes Liu Qingqing unable to wean.

"Ha ha, wife, there are many sellers in front of us. Let's go and have a look."

Ye Guangrong takes Liu Qingqing's hand and walks to one side of the street with a smile.

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