The two were noisy all the way, like ordinary bickering couples, and finally pushed the goods of the two shopping carts directly to the negative second floor, filling the back seat of Song Xiyue's Porsche.

When Song Xiyue just drove out of the parking lot, the long-awaited Gold Breaking Cup was also activated, and it was not yet a few meters away. I heard a crisp and loud tire burst sound, and on the Jinbei car, a bald man who was angry walked out of the car, scolded and kicked the car hard, and with fierce eyes, he watched the BMW car go away.

After returning home, the two of them carried a large bag all the way upstairs. was so tired that Song Xiyue muttered in her heart, the guy with no manners, actually let me carry half of the things, do you know how to write the words "pity the fragrance and cherish the jade"?

The sofa was still comfortable, and Song Xiyue threw her things on the ground. I only took a bottle of milk, and I lay down on the sofa very happily, stretched my waist and said: "After a busy day, my bones are going to fall apart, but I am still comfortable at home, it's good, it's Sunday tomorrow." Xiao Zheng, help me bring the notebook, I'll watch the TV series for a while. Hurry up for dinner, I'm so hungry. "She is worthy of being born as a rich lady, so that she evokes people, and her tone has a natural taste.

"Are you dizzy when you become the president of the company?" Xiao Zheng looked at her lazy appearance, her feet were eager to tilt onto the coffee table, and she glared and said: "Don't look like a young grandmother, come and peel these potatoes, wash the tomatoes and slice them, beat a few eggs, cut ham sausages or something." ”

"Why? Miss Ben signed the bill, which included your manual fees. Song Xiyue raised her eyebrows, too lazy to move. She also began to know that even if she was a hundred times more ladylike, she would be useless in front of this kind of person. The more you give in, the more he will gain an inch.

"A capitalist is a capitalist, and he really knows how to make the most of his labor. Xiao Zheng said indifferently: "It's only half past eight." Then I'll do it slowly by myself, anyway, I'm very full, and I'll have a supper in a while. As he spoke, he took out the eggs, the sausages, and the like.

"Hmph, ungraceful man. Song Xiyue got up helplessly, took off her coat, and pulled the cuffs of her white shirt. didn't glance at Xiao Zheng, he ran straight into the kitchen, and with a very unkind expression, he picked up a bright kitchen knife and rushed out, staring at Xiao Zheng with a very sharp look......

Xiao Zheng happened to be holding eggs and ham sausages in his hands, staring at her with a cold face, and wiped a cold sweat on his heart. Isn't it, isn't it just to ask her to help wash the vegetables or something? Just come out with a kitchen knife and cut people, auntie, are you a top student from a prestigious American school, or are you a street university? Can your temper rush to this extent......

"Boss, boss. We have it, we have something to say. Kitchen knife or something, can we put it down first?" Xiao Zheng raised his hand with a dry smile, and said with a weak face: "Why don't you go sit down and drink milk first, I'll take a book for you to start a drama first, and dinner will be prepared in the fastest time." He wasn't worried, he was worried that her hand would slip at any moment, and the knife wouldn't know which direction it would fly.

"Forget it, I'm not in the mood to watch a series now. Song Xiyue raised her eyebrows, and said in a pretty and vicious manner: "Weren't you quite fierce just now? Why did you get cowardly all of a sudden? Give me your big sausage." As he spoke, he also waved the kitchen knife with his lotus root arm and showed off his clumsy knife skills.

"Me, my big sausage?" The muscles at the corners of Xiao Zheng's mouth twitched a little, the cold sweat on his forehead broke out, and he looked at her glittering kitchen knife with a weak face: "Boss, this is not very good, right? It's a bit big, can you stop kidding?"

"Who is joking with you?" Song Xiyue's pretty eyes turned white, raised her knife and said, "Give me your big sausage, I will slice it and eat it in bread." ”

Xiao Zheng didn't react for a while, and was shocked by her momentum and words, this, this taste is too heavy, right? When I looked back, I saw that I was holding a large sausage in my hand. Well, Xiao Zheng himself was also made to laugh by this oolong. Big, big sausage, uh, it's a shame she can tell.

It can also be seen from this that our Song Zong is still very simple, seeing that she looks like she doesn't know what's going on, Xiao Zheng couldn't help but want to tease her, and continued to raise his hand weakly and said: "Boss, I don't object to you if you want to eat." But let's discuss, eat and eat, don't slice it?"

"Your sausage is thick and long, how can I eat it if I don't slice it?" Song Xiyue said very seriously, her plump lips pursed, and she said very sexily: "Do you give it or not? Don't you give it to me? I'm hungry." ”

Xiao Zheng's heart was about to laugh, but his face was bitter, and his brows were furrowed, as if he was a poor Shuiling village girl who was being forced into the cave house by hooligans and bullies. While starting to untie the belt, he said with a bitter face: "I argue with Mr. Song, you just eat alive like this." If you cut it, you won't have to eat it if you want to. ”

"Hey, I asked you for a big sausage, you, what are you doing with your pants?" Song Xiyue was taken aback, and took a few steps back with a knife: "You, what do you want to do? Don't mess around, don't, don't think about it, after the morning." You treat me like a casual woman. ”

Seeing that she was scared, Xiao Zheng's vulgar and evil taste was also satisfied, and his heart was secretly refreshed. deliberately pretended to be very innocent and said, "Boss, didn't you hold a knife and force me to ask for my big sausage? I don't take off my pants, how can I give you a big sausage?"

Take off your pants, big sausages, although Song Xiyue has never been in love, she rarely has contact with men. But in any case, she is also a woman living in the modern information society. I've never eaten pork and I've never seen a pig run, right? At first, it was because my brain really didn't turn in that direction, and it ended up being an oolong.

But hearing what Xiao Zhengdu said so obviously, how could he not think of that direction? At first, he was stunned, and his mouth gradually opened wide, revealing his white teeth. Two blush gradually appeared on his cheeks, a big, large sausage...... Big, thick...... Whole ...... Eat......

The huge amount of associative information is like a tide impacting Song Xiyue's very simple thinking in this regard. Just the transformation and association of those words made that extremely obscene scene appear in her mind, especially when she couldn't suppress the thought that the heroine was herself, and the hero was the hateful guy who was pretending to be innocent opposite, Song Xiyue wanted to die.

This dead scum!

What kind of filthy stuff is this head full of? This bastard must have done it on purpose!

The sense of humiliation and anger in Song Xiyue's heart couldn't help but rise. On that stunning, almost flawless face, it was white and red, red and white. The slender and delicate concave body also trembled violently uncontrollably. In her eyes, the fire of ignorance was burning, and her blood rushed to her head, making her ashamed and embarrassed, and evil was born to the side of her guts. Carrying a kitchen knife, he rushed forward with grief and indignation: "The surname is Xiao, you, you deceive people too much." I, I fought with you. ”

"Ha~" Xiao Zheng held up the big sausage and egg in his hand, stepped back with a smile, and said while hiding: "Boss, just kidding, just kidding, who let you speak by yourself with a speech problem." ”

"You disgusting bastard, bastard with a dirty mind. Song Xiyue was trembling with anger, her face was hot, and she chased after her: "You, you actually bullied me like this." ”

"Uh, are you really playing?" Xiao Zheng dodged left and right, and said with a dry smile: "Wife, stop playing." The kitchen knife is a murder weapon that does not have eyes. Although Song Xiyue was afraid that she was just pretending to be holding a kitchen knife, she didn't mean to really cut it down.

In fact, even if she really wanted to hit Xiao Zheng, it was just an impossible task. What Xiao Zheng is really worried about is that she accidentally injured herself, so if it gets out, he won't let people laugh to death. I wasn't hurt by the enemy, but because of the molestation, I was chased and slashed by the protected object, and I injured myself. The reputation that has been cultivated over the years has been completely wiped out.

Song Xiyue didn't want to be so unladylike, in fact, she had never been so unladylike since she was a child. It's just that the thought of this guy eating his own tofu in the morning doesn't count. At night, he even used such disgusting jokes to mock and insult himself. Originally, she wanted to scare him, but when she thought of the scene of being molested by him and eating his big sausage, she really couldn't control her emotions. It's not that he really wants to hack him to death, but he has to scare him well, lest he think that he is the kind of weak woman who will not resist no matter how much he bullies.

Maybe she was too excited, and suddenly, Song Xiyue accidentally tripped over the leg of the chair and stumbled under her feet. After screaming "Ah~", her delicate body rushed forward, and for a while, she was so frightened that her heart was cold, and her face was discolored.

At this scene, Xiao Zheng was speechless for a while. Song Xiyue, a rookie, is really too vegetable, she slashes people with a kitchen knife, and if she can't cut people, she will even trip by herself. Looking at that stance, this stumbling seems to be quite fierce. If it weren't for someone who had undergone special training, it would be an absolutely unfortunate thing to fall bare, not to mention that she was still pretending to hold a kitchen knife in her hand. If you're unlucky, maybe something tragic will happen.