Situ Qinglang and Meng Feng finished the dinner with a very unfriendly attitude, and the sweetheart deeply realized what it means to be an ant on a hot pot next to him.

It's really scorching...... This kind of bitter pain and timidity that dare not breathe is simply a pain that others cannot understand!

After dinner, Meng Feng stretched his waist, Situ Qinglang squinted, and lost no time in saying, "Since you are sleepy, go back to sleep, I won't keep you." ”

"Why don't you stay?" Meng Feng slumped into the chair like a scoundrel, "There are so many guest rooms in your house, there is no place for me?"

"The bed is short. Situ Qinglang was concise and to the point, with a posture of four or two thousand pounds!

"I can curl up. Meng Feng's answer was even more domineering, with irrefutable certainty!

Situ Qinglang really had the urge to beat him up again, but in front of his sweetheart, he didn't want to solve the problem in such a rude way.

He pressed his temple and ordered, "Sweetheart, you go and help him clean up the guest room." ”

"Okay......" Sweetheart quickly got up and asked him respectfully, "Which one do you want to live in?"

"It doesn't matter, it's just one night. Meng Feng shrugged his shoulders.

Situ Qinglang ordered: "The one farthest away from us, go make the bed, and I'll clean up the dishes." ”

Sweetheart answered, and hurriedly stood up and helped this strange soldier clean up the bed, she really didn't understand why this guy was staying in his own home, wasn't he in the Qinglang army as an overseer?

Situ Qinglang rolled up his sleeves and brought the tableware into the kitchen to wash, Meng Feng leaned against the door frame, and said casually, "Can you use me to help?"

"How dare you drive. Situ replied without looking back.

Meng Feng smiled, took out a cigar from his pocket casually, and lit the lighter with the other hand "bang", Situ Qinglang immediately said, "Don't smoke." ”

"Forget, you're going to have children. Meng Feng playfully put the cigarette and lighter back in his pocket.

Situ Qinglang really wanted to blast this person out of the door quickly, God knows what medicine he took wrong today, he just had nothing to do.

This feeling of hippie smile made him very unaccustomed, and he thought that he had nothing to say to this guy, and that the meeting should be hostile, not like now, when he had to rub a meal in his own house and rub a bed.

"By the way, how long have you been married?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

"Just talk, or what?"

"Months. Situ Qinglang replied angrily.

Meng Feng touched his chin: "I haven't moved for a few months, are you not good?"

"......" Situ Qinglang stomped the kitchen knife on the cutting board and said calmly, "Whether it's okay or not has nothing to do with your half-wool, it's better than some people who don't even have a chance to inherit the lineage." ”

"Whether there is or not is not a matter of two different things. Meng Feng narrowed his eyes, "I admit that I have the ability to do it, but what about you, you have more than enough heart but not enough power?"

Situ Qinglang "snapped" a bowl in the sink, turned around and stepped forward, and looked at him: "Are you tired of living?"

"Hit here. Meng Feng pointed to his scar, "The way you look angry is really nostalgic." ”

Sweetheart heard the sound of broken porcelain in the kitchen, and hurriedly trotted out of the guest room, seeing that the two of them looked like they were about to fight, and hurriedly said, "That, the bed is made!"

"Thank you. Meng Feng didn't look at her, and the green tendons on his hands flared up.