Wife and husband Mu Nan lowered his head in guilt, his delicate face was red, and the tips of his ears were red.
Knowing the son Mo Ruomu, Quanzi saw the appearance of his wife and husband Mu Nan, and knew that the younger son had lied to Master Nie, who was so foolish, and also borrowed her name to collect Monroe posters, obviously because he liked Monroe himself.
Quanzi couldn't understand, the youngest son's idol is Monroe, who is famous all over the world for her sense of sex. She always thought that the youngest son would like beautiful girls like Monroe, but the real favorite object of the youngest son is Wuchen.
Wuchen and Meiyan are separated by 108,000 miles, and they have nothing to do with it. This crossover is too big. Quanzi really can't understand it. Maybe his son doesn't even know what he likes?
When the truth came out, Quanzi dragged Master Nie home, walking slowly, talking while walking.
"Maybe give it to me, I forgot, since you want someone to play chess with you, then I'll play with you more in the future." Quanzi didn't really want to buy a beautiful robot home, even if it was a dummy, she would jealous.
"I don't want it anymore. Your level is not very good. I can win with my eyes closed. It's too unchallenging." Hanhan told the truth again.
Ye Qingqing and Lu Mo followed behind, laughing so hard to endure, no wonder cousin is living a very unrestrained life now, because she is liberated, and cousin Hanhan is going to toss Quanzi.
Quanzi was very patient and not angry, "Let Mu Nan accompany you, he is much better than me."
Hanhan still shook his head, "I'm very familiar with my wife's chess path. He knows what to fart as soon as he pokes his butt. It's boring to play. It's better to be a robot, Quanzi, call your junior to order one."
The smile on Quanzi's face stagnated and turned into a fake smirk. She readily agreed, "Okay, I'll call my junior in a few days."
Robots can of course be customized, but Monroe absolutely cannot. She will order a male robot like Marlon Brando and see if this fool will be jealous.
Master Nie had no idea of the future. The red-sleeved and fragrant beauty has turned into a mighty and powerful man. He is very happy. He feels a little hungry. He doesn't eat much food and drinks at night. eat.
"I'm hungry, let's go home and cook Sanxian noodles."
"There are no more fresh food." Quanzi's voice was very gentle.
"Chicken shredded noodles will do too."
"There's no more chicken." The voice became softer.
"Egg noodles."
"No eggs." Quanzi glanced lightly at Master Nie, who was depressed, and felt much better. Hmph, I want to play chess with Monroe, right? I'll starve you to death!
However, Quanzi still couldn't be ruthless, "And Xuecai, do you want to eat Xuecai noodles?"
Master Nie nodded in grievance, and after thinking about it, he instructed: "Buy more vegetables and put them in the refrigerator in the future!"
"OK."
Quanzi readily agreed, anyway, this Hanhan never looked at the refrigerator, she didn't know whether to buy it or not.
"I'm going back soon. I'm so hungry. You cook me some snow cabbage noodles."
Master Nie quickened his pace while urging. Quanzi followed closely behind, with a straight back. The background didn't look like a woman who was over half a hundred. She was in her thirties at most. Although the two did not walk side by side, they did. You can see their plain happiness.
Three days after the wedding, Ye Qingqing went back to Fuai Road for dinner. After three days, the bride was going to go home. Zhu Zi didn't live in Pingjiang often, but when she came, she lived at Ye Mingcheng's place.