Chapter 51: I Hate Safety Pants

Women are fickle, men are even more fickle, one second they are still gossiping with you easily, and the next second they can make the atmosphere calm to silence.

Cui Xiuying hugged her legs, the down jacket was covered on her legs, her chin was on her knees, and the tip of her nose was the fresh and clean smell of Wang Luo on the down jacket.

Wang Luo is the only man Cui Xiuying has come into contact with without the smell of tobacco or other flavors, unlike his somewhat sloppy image, Wang Luo's body smells very clean.

Sucked her nose hard, Cui Xiuying felt a little sour.

An inexplicable grievance made her at a loss.

Although Wang Luo didn't use a very rough tone to scold her, she still heard the toughness and resistance in Wang Luo's words, as well as a hint of coldness.

Cui Xiuying didn't understand what Wang Luo was resisting.

Secretly wiping away a tear from the corner of her eye, Cui Xiuying coughed, "Representative Wang, I'm a little hungry." ”

Wang Luo seemed to have changed from that state, but his pursed lips seemed a little stiff, and when he heard Cui Xiuying's words, Wang Luo slowed down, "There are still more than an hour, what do you want to eat?" ”

"Whatever, I'm not a picky eater." Wang Luo looked at his current position.

I found that this place is not far from Lao Ma Malatang.

"I'll take you to eat something delicious, and I will take it as an apology for my bad attitude just now." Wang Luo said with a smile.

Cui Xiuying snorted lightly, and her somewhat depressed mood became much easier because of Wang Luo's words, "Don't you want me to pay for it this time." ”

Cui Xiuying said in a cold tone, but recently she subconsciously raised a good-looking arc, but unfortunately Wang Luo didn't have the chance to see it.

"Of course, my apology, naturally, is my treat." Wang Luo said with a smile.

Finding the remote alley of Lao Ma Malatang, Wang Luo parked the car, opened the back door, and looked at Cui Xiuying.

"What are you looking at me for?" Cui Xiuying was a little uncomfortable by Wang Luo.

Wang Luo scratched his head, reached out to wrap Cui Xiuying's slender body with a down jacket, and picked her out of the car in Cui Xiuying's weak struggle.

"Alas, let me down, my feet don't hurt anymore, my shoes, shoes!" Choi so-young shouted with a flushed face.

"You don't need to wear it, I'll ask him to prepare a basin of hot water for you when the time comes, so as to promote blood circulation." Wang Luo arched his buttocks, closed the car door, and walked towards the alley with Cui Xiuying in his arms.

"Where is this? It seems a little off. Cui Xiuying was wrapped in a down jacket and nestled on Wang Luo's chest, probably because of the very warm relationship, Cui Xiuying's white and tender little face was a little inexplicably flushed.

"A friend's restaurant of mine is delicious, I brought Song Qian here." Wang Luo said with a smile.

"Song Qian?" Cui Xiuying frowned lightly, pretending to be careless, "Oh, I heard, you have known each other for a long time, did you know each other when you were in Huaxia?" ”

"No, I've seen it in Jeju Island before." Wang Luo hugged Cui Xiuying, and his breathing was not disordered at all.

"Song Qian is pretty good." Cui Xiuying said something inexplicably, and then she was stunned.

Wang Luo looked down at Cui Xiuying, who looked embarrassed, and didn't say anything.

"Pull the door." Wang Luo hugged Cui Xiuying and stood at the door of Lao Ma's inconspicuous shop and said.

"Oh." Cui Xiuying said sullenly. Reach out from your down jacket and pull open the glass door.

The aroma of food came to her face with the heat, making Cui Xiuying can't help but moan, "It's so fragrant." ”

Listening to Cui Xiuying's lovely tone, Wang Luo pulled the corners of his mouth and shouted, "Old Ma, come out to pick up guests." ”

"Why are you here again?" The old horse's voice came from the back kitchen with an impatient tone, and then his huge body came out.

Seeing Wang Luo come in with the girl in his arms, Lao Ma's unsmiling face showed a trace of consternation, "What's the matter with you?" How did you start snatching up the girl? ”

"Give me a basin of hot water, and put in the medicinal herbs that were prescribed for you last time." Wang Luo raised his chin at the old horse, and walked to the refrigerator with Cui Xiuying in his arms, "Whatever you like to eat, take it yourself." ”

Cui Xiuying was also a little surprised by the old horse's somewhat scary shape, bald head, scar face, and a huge height of nearly two meters, which was indeed scary.

"Huh? Oh. Reacting, Cui Xiuying blinked, her eyes were quickly attracted by the fresh vegetables and meat in the refrigerator, swallowed her saliva, Cui Xiuying looked at Wang Luo with a pitiful face, "Can you take more?" ”

Wang Luo showed a heroic smile, "Take it, take it." ”

So Cui Xiuying, under Wang Luo's heart-wrenching gaze, filled a large plastic basket full of food, and most of it was meat.

"This, Miss Cui, extravagance and waste are not good habits." Wang Luo looked at these nearly hundreds of thousands of foods, and said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, I never waste food, I see ramen everywhere, hold me over and I'm going to take two." Cui Xiuying pointed in one direction and said.

"Hehe, no need, I'll just let him add it to you." Wang Luo put Cui Xiuying on the chair, reached out and took off the down jacket that had been wrapping her, and put it aside.

"You want water." The old horse walked over with a wooden basin, looked at Cui Xiuying, and his eyes widened.

"Hello." Cui Xiuying timidly greeted the old horse.

"Girls' Generation?" The old horse's voice trembled a little.

"Old Ma, you can do it, I know a lot of Korean stars." After Wang Luo tested the water temperature, he put the wooden basin at Cui Xiuying's feet, grabbed her little feet and put it inside.

"Yikes! Scald! Cui Xiuying, who was burned, screamed, hammered Wang Luo's shoulder hard, pursed her cheeks and glared at Wang Luo aggrievedly, "You are dumplings now!" ”

"Hehe, forget about your fine skin and tender meat. Then you soak yourself slowly. Wang Luo smiled awkwardly, straightened up and grabbed the old horse's shoulders and walked towards the back kitchen.

"Mine to eat." Choi so-young whispered from behind.

"Oh, yes." Wang Luo folded back, picked up the plastic basket on the table that was about to overflow, and walked towards the back kitchen.

"What's the situation, last time FX, this girl's generation, you kid is quite capable." The old horse rarely showed a smile on his face, although the smile was a little scary.

"You don't look at the buddy's appearance, the group of girls before I trimmed my beard chased after me, and after I trimmed my beard, these girls are like crazy, and I can't stop them." Wang Luo bragged while picking out a few valuable items in the plastic basket.

"Hehe, just blow it, look at your stingy appearance, that girl is willing to take care of you." Lao Ma laughed and squeezed Wang Luo away, "I invited this meal, let her sign it for me later." ”

"That's what you said." Wang Luo said seriously.

"I don't invite yours, I only invite her." The old horse washed his hands and gave Wang Luo a blank look.

"Hehe, people's hearts are not ancient, you have broken my heart." Wang Luo now patted the old horse on the shoulder and watched him handle the food.

"How's business going?" Wang Luo asked suddenly.

"It's okay, it's the same as before, with the help of the villagers, make do." The old horse urn said angrily.

"I'll introduce you to more guests, all of them are from Huaxia." Wang Luo said.

"Then you'll be able to get a few more free meals, right?" The old horse glanced at Wang Luo.

Wang Luo, who was exposed, touched his nose in embarrassment.

"After you trim your beard and cut your hair, it's much cleaner." The old horse said suddenly.

Wang Luo was slightly stunned: "Was I dirty before?" ”

The old horse shook his head, "It's not dirty, it doesn't look spiritual, it's very decadent, it's like a dead man." ”

"Will you chat, it's rare to say a few more words to you, Lao Tzu won't serve anymore, remember to put more mutton." Wang Luo raised his eyebrows, showed an impatient expression, and walked towards the front hall.

"Seriously, bearded, now you seem to have a soul, instead of the walking dead who have been floating in the alley, it seems that you have found what you lost." The old horse's voice was still urn-like, but with a hint of solemnity.

Wang Luo paused and did not look back.

"Form two."

Listening to Wang Luo's scolding voice, Lao Ma showed a strange smile, and the scar on his face also looked cute.

"How's it going, is it comfortable to soak?" Wang Luo walked up to Cui Xiuying and looked at Cui Xiuying, who had completely soaked her little feet in the wooden barrel, and most of her white and tender calves were exposed to the air.

"Well, it feels warm, it's a little hot." Cui Xiuying held her cheeks and said coquettishly.

"Why didn't the ice pack come down?" Wang Luo squatted down and reached out to untie the ice pack tied to Cui Xiuying's ankle.

"Didn't you say it would take three hours?" Cui Xiuying innocently spit out her fragrant tongue.

"Miss Cui is really obedient." Wang Luo joked with a smile.

Cui Xiuying looked sideways slightly, looking at Wang Luo, who was squatting on the ground to unpack the ice pack for herself, and she didn't know why she was inexplicably warm.

It looks like he's washing my feet.

Cui Xiuying has been very envious of the husbands and wives on TV who wash their wives' feet since she was a child, but the patriarchal habit in South Korea is very rare, but now, although Wang Luo did not help her wash her feet.

But this posture made her feel inexplicably moved.

This posture moved not only Cui Xiuying, Wang Luo's speed of untying the ice pack could not be slower, so that his eyes could follow Cui Xiuying's tender white and flawless calves, all the way up, passing by the bony knees, then passing by the plump and white thighs, and finally reaching the mystery that the short skirt could not wrap.

Wang Luo felt that his nose was a little hot, the speed of blood flow was a little fast, and his strong body, which had not trembled for many years, seemed to tremble a little, but all this was frozen into ice when his eyes reached their destination.

Wang Luo straightened up suddenly, startling Cui Xiuying, who was still immersed in the pink shot he created.

Wang Luo threw the ice pack that had turned into water into the trash, looking sad and angry.

Spicy level! I hate safety pants!