He Wan'er didn't understand what was going on at first, but after a second, he reacted and shouted angrily: "What the hell, why are you overweight?

"It seems that you underestimated your density and quality," Mo Chunshan raised the corners of his mouth, "Whoever comes in last will go out." He Guan'er ate too much, and his brain turned slowly, and then he blinked stupidly—only to realize after a few seconds that he was laughing at her weight.

Everyone in the elevator bowed their heads, but fortunately, the cultivation was good, and no one laughed.

Before He Wan'er could go crazy, he was already dragged by Mo Chunshan and walked out of the elevator.

The elevator began to rise, and Mo Chunshan pressed the button again before letting go of her hand indifferently.

He Wan'er dragged behind him into the elevator, not wanting to be noticed by him blushing and his heartbeat was abnormal.

There were only the two of them in the elevator, rising quickly and steadily, Mo Chunshan looked at her reddish cheeks, the corners of his eyes rose slightly, and said: "If you go on like this, sooner or later, you will be as fat as the two of you, there is a fitness club on the fourteenth floor of the apartment, and the constant temperature swimming pool is good, let Caijia get you an annual card tomorrow, and you can go swimming when you are free." ”

When He Wan'er heard that he could swim, he didn't care about what the two of them were talking about him, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Really, thank you, big guy!"

"No thanks," Mo Chunshan curled the corners of his mouth, "Everyone pays the same property fee, and your gravity potential energy is a little hard to get up to the elevator, I'm embarrassed to take advantage of others." ”

Since Mo Chunshan was talking about gravity potential energy, He Wan'er hadn't spoken to him for half an hour.

Yes, she was so angry. No matter how generous she is, she can't tolerate him repeatedly talking about her fat-prone physique.

At dinner, he was so righteous and helped her to speak out the disrespectful little three and four, in fact, his thoughts were easy to understand.

He Wan'er is specially used for him to damage, it doesn't matter how he damages, others can't lose it.

What kind of logic is this? She still had a hint of flattered joy at the time! Now it seems that she is actually just a shit.

Back on the twenty-ninth floor, He Wan'er angrily threw off his shoes in the hallway and walked towards the depths of the corridor, first locking himself in the bedroom for a while, and then going in and out to drink water and take things to tease the cat several times, but he didn't even look at Mo Chunshan with a broken face.

Mo Chunshan raised his voice behind her: "I'm not here tomorrow, you can arrange it yourself." ”

"Hmm. She replied, her voice mosquito-like.

"What's wrong? Still upset?" he asked.

He Wan'er ignored him, took a few steps around the sofa, and was about to turn in the direction of the bedroom, but found that Mo Chunshan had appeared in front of him.

She was startled, she really didn't expect that with his small size, he could come over so quickly and catch up with her.

Mo Chunshan threw the lady's slippers he was carrying in front of her: "Put it on, how old are you and you still love to be barefoot?"

He Wan'er put on slippers with a calm face and pouted, and his eyes didn't look at him, but those eyes reflected the cold white light in the corridor, but they were like a pool of flowing spring water.

Mo Chunshan was suddenly reluctant to say goodbye, and stretched out his hand to support her at the entrance of the corridor, just blocking her, as if smiling, and said, "You have a tight face like this, it's easy to have crow's feet?"

He Guan'er still had a straight face, but he was finally willing to speak: "Daddy, don't you pay attention to me, okay? ”

Mo Chunshan leaned against the door with great interest and said, "I don't like to be called brother-in-law, and I don't like to be called father, can you change the name to be like between lovers?"

"No," He Wan'er simply refused, continuing to keep his face calm, "My skin is not thick enough to that extent, and it will be almost the same as cultivating for another thousand years." ”

"Millennium, could it be that your face is sedimentary rock?" Mo Chunshan glanced at her, and a smile gradually overflowed into his eyes, "I thought it was granite." ”

He Wan'er was wondering what granite was, and he had already heard him explain casually: "Granite is formed after volcanic eruptions, which is very similar to the geological environment of your brain. ”

"What do you mean?" He Guan'er was so angry that he was about to jump to his feet, clenched his fists and shook in front of his eyes, "Do you believe that I beat you?"

"I believe you, not only your mouth is poisonous, but also your heart, and if you add the fact that you are fat, it reminds me of an animal. Mo Chunshan said, the smile at the end of his eyes was meaningful.

He Wan'er couldn't help but hold his head: "Mo Chunshan! If you give me a nickname again, I'm really going to blow up your dog's head!"

"So we really should continue to discuss the question of how to call each other, lest I can't help but call you all kinds of nicknames," Mo Chunshan replied, then frowned and touched his chin, and said, "It's not too good for you to call me by my name directly, you must know that old couples who have been calling each other by their names for many years will return to their roots and call them by their names, is this appropriate?"

"Who is an old couple with you, is it okay for you to be less self-inflicted?" He Guan'er couldn't help but scold him again, "Now there are no outsiders, you can shout as much as I want, you can't care." ”

"Yes, since you yourself admit that you are an insider, should you change the title that an insider should have?" He continued to stroke his chin, with a playful smile on his face, but his handsome face was red and white, and he looked even more annoying in He Guaner's eyes.

looks like a dog, and often pretends to be cold, but in fact, her stomach is full of sour words and cheating, and she will be punished if she is not careful.

Why was she blind, and she thought that she still had such a sense of meaning to him? This person was obviously a schizophrenic dual personality!

"Mo Chunshan, I found that it's okay for you to mess around. He Wan'er gritted his teeth and said.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Mo Chunshan immediately poured a basin of cold water: "Didn't you show your cowardice yesterday? Do you know how lethal the 'Mr. Mo' you blurted out? Do you want my aunt to hear you scream at Mo Chunshan in annoyance? Can you have some professional ethics?"

He began to settle accounts, and he counted He Wan'er's stupid things like a treasure, in exchange for someone's angry eyes.

Mo Chunshan was unhurried, and it took several minutes to count her stupid mistakes one by one, and finally concluded: "Since I call you Wan'er, you can also call me Chunshan." ”

The corners of He Guaner's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but think of CCTV News's usual signature of only calling names and not surnames.

It's too administrative—she thought, and besides, most elders or bosses would call her that, so wouldn't that seem like she had a low status?

Even if it is acting, she is principled, especially when it comes to this kind of generational issue, she often fights for every inch of land.

"The salutation between lovers can also be a little more chic. He Wan'er picked his forehead, "Really, I think we can actually be a little more creative and less cheesy." ”

"It's not tacky, it's conventional," Mo Chunshan pursed his lips, "If you don't accept my proposal, then what do you say should be called? I call you wife and you call me husband? It's too numb for me to speak, so I can't do it." ”

He Wan'er clenched his fists: "Did I say that? Eh, don't always take me crookedly, okay? I'm seriously discussing the problem with you!"

Mo Chunshan innocently spread his hands: "I'm serious, why don't I call you a nerd? What do you think?"

He Wan'er was stunned, and always felt that these two words were unusually familiar, and he was furious: "What idiot? I didn't call you a monkey!" Mo Chunshan, you are enough, do you believe that I beat you into a Buddha?"

Mo Chunshan gave him an encouraging look: "This time the reaction is faster than last time, and there is progress." ”

He Wan'er: "......"

As a result of the discussion of the so-called chic "affectionate title", He Wan'er finally accepted his fate and accepted Mo Chunshan's earliest proposal.

Mo Chunshan looked at the two spindles above her head with interest, and lowered his head: "Then you try to call it first?"

He Guan'er took a deep breath, summoned up great courage, and finally stumbled and shouted: "Spring Mountain." ”

"Isn't it usually loud, and now the mosquitoes are calling?" he said leisurely.

He Wan'er was helpless, so he raised his voice a little more: "Chunshan." ”

Mo Chunshan was still dissatisfied: "I'm not dead, you drooping eyebrows, you are very unlucky, do you know?"

He Wan'er scratched the top of his head irritably, not caring about his image at all: "If I curse you and you can do something, then I will be happy!"

"Insulting the gold master, I think you want to be fired with Caijia. Mo Chunshan took the pillow and said calmly.

He Guan'er took three deep breaths, and kept numbing himself with "those who give money, those who give money", and finally said with a smile: "Spring Mountain." ”

Mo Chunshan was finally satisfied, and raised the corners of his mouth in response: "Be good, smile." ”

He Wan'er's eyes widened, and the charm just now immediately dissipated, and asked, "What do you call me?"

"Smiling?" his gaze fell on her, "isn't that your nickname?"

"Is this what you're calling?" He Wan'er couldn't help but prick up his eyes, "This is what my family and friends can call." ”

"I'm the boss, I can call it whatever I like," Mo Chunshan still replied calmly, "It's you, you should pay attention to your attitude towards the boss." ”

In fact, he had long known that her nickname was Xiaoxiao, and many times he was about to blurt out this name, and he felt that it was inappropriate and forced him to go back.

Now, finally, there is a justifiable reason to call her so.

"Mo Chunshan!" He Wan'er gritted his teeth, "You don't want to get an inch!"

"Look! It's here again, how many times do you have to teach it to remember?" Mo Chunshan leaned on the side of the cooing clock, laughing very annoyingly, "What about a good nickname or endear? You are covered with pigtails and call the boss by his name at every turn, do you think my aunt is really blind?"

He Wan'er was extremely aggrieved, jumped on the sofa and pointed at him: "I'll tell you Mo Chunshan, if you provoke me again, I'll pick on it! What terminal cancer and what send the old man to drip away with peace of mind, how do you love it! The old lady is gone!"

She was in a hurry, and the Northeast dialect came out, and she smelled of a big ballast.

Mo Chunshan looked up at her, with an elusive smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked her, "Is it okay to provoke it in the end?"

"No!" she glared angrily, her nose almost bursting into flames, "It's too late!

"Isn't it late?" Mo Chunshan turned around leisurely, leaving her with the back of her head and an inexplicable poem, "Artemisia is full of short reed buds, and it is the time when the puffer fish wants to go." ”