Chapter Eighty-Nine: Clothed Beasts

The eyes are the windows to the soul and can reveal a lot of new ideas.

Seeing that Park Ji-yeon's eyes were shining with a certain glint shining without words, Wang Luo raised the corners of his mouth proudly.

Sure enough, my ** is the most fascinating.

However, in the face of being taken advantage of by this little perverted woman, Wang Luo still has to be symbolically reserved.

So Wang Luo hugged his chest and said shyly. "Ah, there's a charge."

"Phew." Park Ji-yeon blushed and snorted softly, and put the nightgown in her hand on Wang Luo.

The unique delicacy and coolness of silk made Wang Luo feel very comfortable, this texture, the price should not be low, Wang Luo began to feel heartache again.

This little loser! ~

"Okay, I'm done with my clothes, hurry up and wash the vegetables, I'll pick up the chicken wings." Wang Luo gently patted Park Ji-yeon's little head, watching Park Ji-yeon seriously help her tie her belt, the gentle little woman is indeed extraordinarily beautiful.

However, Wang Luo didn't have any inexplicable heartbeat, but felt that it was very natural.

"Remember to take off your pants later, it looks nondescript." Park Ji-yeon wrinkled her nose.

"Yo, what a hooligan." Wang Luo chuckled and pinched Park Ji-yeon's greasy cheeks and opened the bag containing the chicken wings.

"By the way, how did you come home from grocery shopping? Did you guess I didn't leave? Park Ji-yeon turned on the faucet, and some warm water rushed comfortably on her hands, and she carefully washed the vegetables in her hands.

"What about you? Why don't you call me? Wang Luo cleaned up the chicken wings and asked with a smile.

"Who knows if you're working, what if it bothers you and you make me lose money." Park Ji-yeon wrinkled her nose and snorted softly.

"If there is anything about your body in the future, remember to call me, of course, don't call me if it's okay, I'm busy." Wang Luo said with a smile. "These were meant to be meals for customers to bring tomorrow."

"Customer?" Park Ji-yeon frowned slightly, and reacted, "What strange job did you take on again?" Cook? Or takeaway? ”

"Meet someone who has the same anorexia as you and help her heal." Wang Luo said.

Park Ji-yeon turned off the faucet, wiped her hands clean, hugged her shoulders and looked at Wang Luo, "I don't like you to cook for others, especially women." ”

Wang Luo was slightly stunned, remembering that he seemed to have been cooking for women in the past few days, is the chef suitable for him?

"How do you know it's a woman?" Wang Luo smiled and glanced at Park Ji-yeon.

"A woman's intuition." Park Ji-yeon said expressionlessly.

Wang Luo glanced at Park Ji-yeon's chest, which was not very bulging, and pouted in disgust, "You are a girl at most." ”

"Wang Luo, I'm talking to you seriously." Park Ji-yeon frowned deeply and raised her voice slightly.

"Park Ji-yeon, I'm not kidding you." Wang Luo stopped what he was doing, turned his head and looked at Park Ji-yeon's face, which was a little stiff because of anger, "I don't like restraint, don't make me angry." ”

Wang Luo's voice was soft, but it hit Park Ji-yeon's heart like a heavy hammer.

The heart seemed to be pinched by a big hand, the blood flowed backwards, and the weakness between her fingers made it a little difficult for Park Ji-yeon to breathe.

The corners of Park Ji-yeon's mouth raised, squinting to show a flattering smile, hugging Wang Luo's arm, and rubbing her face against his smooth nightgown, "Oh, look at the joke, uncle, your serious face is so scary, it scares the baby." ”

Wang Luo lowered his head and pushed Park Ji-yeon's head away, "Go play by yourself for a while, and you can eat later." ”

Park Ji-yeon let out a cute cry and jumped to the sofa with a straight waist and watched the TV show seriously.

Wang Luo pursed his lips and saw that the mirror next to him reflected the pattern on the back of his pajamas, which was a white heart, but only half of it, because the other half was worn by Park Ji-yeon.

Wang Luo naturally knows the little girl's thoughts, but it is one thing to play with her, and it is another thing to be serious.

Wang Luo looked at Park Ji-yeon's expressionless and somewhat gloomy side face, as if she could feel how aggrieved she was when she was coquettish to herself just now.

However, children, temper comes and goes quickly.

Park Ji-yeon is very afraid of Wang Luo, although the interaction with Wang Luo is basically Park Ji-yeon standing completely up-to-******** and can bully Wang Luo every time, but in fact, Park Ji-yeon is really afraid of Wang Luo.

I was a little afraid that Wang Luo would ignore her, and I was afraid that Wang Luo would disappear into her life.

Because Wang Luo is a person, she is obviously standing in front of her alive, she can touch it with her hand, but she still looks like a phantom, and she doesn't know when she will disappear, and this sense of panic makes Park Ji-yeon at a loss.

In addition to being the person she likes and must get, Wang Luo is also a person who has special meaning to her.

A person who can make her cry unscrupulously and then smirk and complain that she cries ugly, no matter how she is bullied by herself, she will only sneak to take advantage of a little bit and will not lose her temper.

The most important thing is that during the darkest low tide of Park Ji-yeon's life, Wang Luo is like a light that tears through all darkness and saves her from despair and confusion.

Grasp it, and you can't let go of existence.

And Park Ji-yeon found that her liking for Wang Luo had made her more and more scared.

She began to be afraid of the more and more girls around Wang Luo, and each of those girls seemed to be better than her.

She began to be afraid that after Wang Luo shaved off her beard, she was very calm in a shirt and suit every day, and when she was not cheap, she showed a mature charm that girls couldn't resist.

She began to fear that she was no longer the only one Wang Luo, the only one who didn't dislike him for being sloppy and cheap.

Park Ji-yeon looked at the picture on the TV show with an expressionless face, and there were some noisy voices in her ears, but she ignored it, she regretted it a little, she shouldn't have said that kind of possessive words just now.

She knew that Wang Luo was a man who didn't want to be restrained and hated trouble extremely much, but she still couldn't restrain herself from wanting to express her possessiveness towards Wang Luo.

Wang Luo is hers, he was and will be, and no one can snatch it away.

Park Ji-yeon pursed her lips, looked down at her slender white and tender long legs, although not huge but very straight chest, glanced at Wang Luo, who was busy in the kitchen, and snorted softly.

The old lady is so good, how can Wang Luo, a hooligan, fall in love with other women, and besides, which woman will take a fancy to him, he has no gentlemanly demeanor at all, and the girl who sent it to the door doesn't know how to start, she is well-dressed and beastly, and she loves to be cheap.

Thinking of this, Park Ji-yeon felt much more comfortable, and felt that she must not have adapted to Wang Luo's sudden change of identity from a small street hooligan to a representative with a legitimate profession, and was deceived by the illusion.

Even if he trims his hair and beard and becomes extraordinarily mature and handsome, wears a straight suit, and wears the aura of a company representative on his head, Wang Luo is still the same as before, he hasn't changed at all, he thinks too much.

The sudden aroma of food interrupted Park Ji-yeon's self-examination, rubbing her somewhat deflated belly and walking towards the kitchen with slippers.

"Choose one of the nori soup or the tomato soup." Wang Luo didn't look back when he knew Park Ji-yeon came over and asked while holding the chicken wings in the pot.

"Nori." Park Ji-yeon shouted in a loud voice, reaching out to take the plate handed over by Wang Luo.

The action is extremely tacit.

"The rice should be ready, go serve the rice." Wang Luo took out the seaweed from the bag and poured it into the pot.

"Can I just eat chicken wings?" Park Ji-yeon looked at the steaming and aromatic chicken wings in her hand and swallowed her saliva.

"No, at least half a bowl of rice." Wang Luo said.

"Nasty." Park Ji-yeon pursed her lips and snorted softly, obediently put the plate on the dining table, and tiptoed to get the rice bowl in the cupboard.

Wang Luo waited for the soup in the pot to boil, and looked at Park Ji-yeon's tiptoeing with some labor, and chuckled.

"Laugh, idiot." Park Ji-yeon, who heard Wang Luo's laughter, hugged the two rice bowls in her hand and gave Wang Luo a blank look.

"I found out that it's time for you to exercise, but you're blushing from being tired from tiptoeing to pick up something, why did your physical strength drop so much." Wang Luo asked with a smile.

"I have a lot of schedules, I sleep whenever I have time, and of course I don't have time to exercise." Park Ji-yeon rinsed the bowl and opened the rice cooker, and the aroma of rice spread through the kitchen.

"While I have professional equipment here, I can help you exercise." Wang Luo smiled and turned off the fire.

"Ahh Park Ji-yeon exclaimed angrily.

"Isn't the effect very good, and then you carried the bucket of water on the second floor, and your face was not red or breathless." Wang Luo smiled and poured the seaweed soup into the soup bowl and brought it to the table.

"Why are there only two dishes?" Park Ji-yeon asked suspiciously with two bowls of rice.

"I've eaten it, I'll eat it with you." Wang Luo served soup to Park Ji-yeon in an empty bowl.

Park Ji-yeon frowned slightly, but didn't say anything, sat next to Wang Luo, picked up the chicken wings and put them in her mouth.

Wang Luo came out after eating a bowl of rice at Zheng Xiuyan's house, although he was not hungry, but he was not full, and after eating with Park Zhiyan talking and laughing, Wang Luo lay on the sofa and watched TV, waiting for half an hour to accompany Park Zhiyan to exercise.

Park Ji-yeon lay in Wang Luo's arms and put the notebook on Wang Luo's lap, as if he was looking at some social networking site, Wang Luo is a network blind, he feels dizzy at a glance, he doesn't like to read words, he prefers to look at pictures.