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She couldn't twist Fuji Yantang's hand with two hands, and Coriander really didn't believe in this evil.

What is it to kneel ten times in a row, don't cry if you lose, raise your head and fight again!

Coriander put on a new round of defeat posture, two white little hands wrapped around Fujihikodo's fist, and shouted with high morale before exerting her strength, "Come again!" ”

She and Fujihiko half-squatted on the left and right sides of the small bed, and the difference was that most of the coriander was lying on the bed, almost wrestling with Fujihikodo with the strength of the whole body.

Fujihiko has changed his unaccustomed left hand, which is equivalent to giving up the distance of a sea of coriander.

"No matter how many times I come, the result is still the same." He's still so at ease.

Not admitting defeat is one thing, and what makes Coriander angry the most is him. It's like they're classmates in the same class, she strains her nerves to study every day, and she's in a state of preparing for battle at any time, and Fujihikodo, who doesn't work weekdays, easily got a high score in the exam, and turned back to her and said, "Guess the test is so much", but he didn't know that he was slapping her in the face!

Can't, resolutely can't bear it!

Coriander is determined to defeat him once!

"No matter, come again!"

Fujihiko stopped doing it, "It's not fun to play like this." ”

said this, but there was no intention of letting go

If you lose, the coriander will not lose a block of r. If he wins, Fujihiko will get nothing. Without a game, it lacks a thrill to keep going. It's really not interesting.

Seeing that there was obvious hesitation on Coriander's face, Fujihiko Tang was afraid of her, so he shook her hand lightly and said, "Otherwise, if you lose, help me wash those stinky socks." ”

Following his eyes, Cilantro looked at the head of the bed beside him, where three pairs of socks had been lost. This second master is also a heavy taste, and the stinky socks he changed are resting on the head of the bed, and he can still sleep at night. It's also smoking!

Tsk, he looks like a dog in front of him, and he can't take care of himself in the future, so he is worthy of being the second master of the vine. A thief can pretend!

"Then it's decided!" Coriander thinks she doesn't necessarily have to lose anyway. She shouted as if she was sick, "Stars, Moon, Earth, Divine Dragon, please give me strength!" Pegasus Meteor Fist--Fist-"

Even if the coriander is possessed by the Saint Seiya, it is useless. Fujihiko is like her nemesis. No matter how hard the parsley tried, no matter whether she was breaking to the left or right, the man's little arms were fixed on the bed like an iron pestle.

Anyway, Fujihiko still likes the current posture of the two of them. The harder the parsley is, the tighter he grabs. Comfortable~Don't stop~!

The little face was flushed, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on the clean forehead, even if it was to go to the toilet, the coriander had never used so much strength at any time.

Gradually, she finally recognized a little, in strength. She was no match for this man at all. Whoever has more strength than him is simply looking for unhappiness for himself.

Coriander suddenly let go of her hands, "Don't play!" ”

Shaking the palm of his hand whose joints were about to be crushed by the coriander, Fujihiko seemed to be a little unsatisfied-pain and happiness, which was a portrayal of his mood at the moment.

He gestured with his eyes to the pile of stinky socks next to the bedside, "Don't forget to wash my socks." ”

Coriander clasped her hands around her chest and raised her little face to deny it, "I didn't lose, why should I wash your socks?" ”

A woman turns her face faster than a book, and that's really not wrong at all. Fujihiko Tang reasoned with her. "I said it just now, if you lose, wash my socks, you didn't break my wrists, how can you say that you didn't lose?"

Cilantro grinned slyly. Revealing a cute little tiger tooth, she said confidently: "I haven't broken you, and you haven't broken me, so it's a draw at most!" ”

Fuji Yantang has the heart to hit the tofu with his head, how can he miss this stubble after all his calculations! He should have let the cilantro completely lose in his hands!

"Come again!" When Fujihiko said this, this time he must convince Xiao Cilantro to lose. If you don't press this little girl's hand firmly on the bed, he won't be the second master!

The coriander is gone, "It's not coming!" ”

She knew she would lose and make up for it, she was stupid! She didn't even bother to wash her stinky socks, she still wanted to find someone to wash her socks.

Fujihiko grabbed a stinky sock and threw it over.

The sock crossed the coriander and made a beautiful arc in the air, landing on the big bed with unmistakable accuracy.

Looking at the stinky socks on the bed, it was like eating Zhengxiang suddenly saw an extra fly in the bowl, and the whole person of coriander was not good.

Before she could sweep the sock off the bed, several more socks were thrown in quick succession.

Coriander couldn't be calm, "Hurry up and take your stinky socks away from my bed!" ”

She wanted to stuff these socks into the stinky man's mouth for fear of getting her hands dirty.

Fujihiko said, "That's my bed." It's okay if you lose and don't admit it, you sleep in my bed, and this rent will be paid by your labor. In this life, you can't escape the fate of washing socks, so don't be polite to me, and obediently accept the arrangement of fate! ”

Coriander opened her mouth and said, "It's a nice word, you should wash it!" Do it yourself, have plenty of food and clothing! Preconceived, I moved in first, so I had the final say. Everything in this dorm room is mine! If you don't want to, you move out! ”

"Okay, I'll move everything away from Ming'er." Fujihiko Tang looked at the coriander's expression, and it was up to her to be reluctant.

How do you know that cilantro is more direct, after sweeping off his stinky socks with a pillow towel, the whole person pounced on the bed in a "big" shape. The meaning couldn't be more obvious.

You can move anything, but you can't move the bed anyway! You can move unless you move me with you! Don't you have a lot of strength, it depends on whether you can move or not!

Fujihiko didn't have a problem with the coriander, so he picked up the socks on the ground one by one and put them in the basin on the basin shelf near the door.

In this life, people can't escape the fate of washing socks, but he said it himself, and it is ridiculous to think about it on himself who has never done any housework.

Maybe Xiaobei was precisely because he understood his inertia, so he specially packed twenty pairs of socks in his luggage

Twenty pairs of socks, if you don't wash them, there will always be a time to change them

Fujihikodo was looking at a pot of stinky socks when there was a knock on the door.

He suddenly felt like he had been pardoned, thanking the man at the door for saving his consciousness from the pile of smelly socks.

Open the door and take a look. It's Xiaobei.

Seeing Xiaobei, Fujihiko didn't see the joy of the life-saving straw, no matter how lazy he was, he wouldn't push his stinky socks to his subordinates to wash.

"Second master, the phone line is connected." Xiaobei said. In his hand was an old black lottery-style telephone.

Fuji Yantang's eyes were happy, and he opened the door and motioned for Xiaobei to come in. "Hurry up and put the phone on."

His decision to take up a post at the Lanpu Military Academy was made very hastily, basically without the consent of his family and the Chamber of Commerce, and he became a "rattan instructor" on his own initiative. After coming out for so long, I didn't contact my family and the Chamber of Commerce. It's much more convenient with a phone. But answering the phone line is a very troublesome thing, he thought that he would be able to connect the phone on the first day of his arrival at the school, but he did not expect that it would take so long.

As soon as Xiaobei installed the phone, Fuji Yantang sent a call home to report his safety, and he said a lot of intimate words to him, and somehow, a helpless look suddenly appeared on his face, and then handed the microphone to Xiaobei.

Xiaobei, who was waiting for Fujihikodo's orders, looked dazed.

"I'm Nai." Fujihikodo's eyes were full of warning.

Being stared at like this by Second Master Teng, Xiaobei only felt his little heart beat fiercely. I've been with the second master for so long, what can I tell my family. What to tell home, him.

Xiaobei took the microphone tremblingly, and the person on the other side of the respectful microphone called, "Mrs. Tai-"

This old lady in the vine family is a Lafayette, so she has to be careful to serve her.

"Xiaobei, can you hear me?" Mrs. Fuji has a very loud voice, obviously not often talking to people on the phone,

"I can hear you."

"I haven't been home for a few days, what are you and Yantang doing in Yangcheng?"

Xiaobei secretly glanced at Fujihikodo and stared at the latter. He felt a little panic in his heart, "The second master is talking to someone in Yangcheng about a big business," Fortunately, when Fuji Yantang was talking to Mrs. Fuji just now, he was listening to it. Know what to do next. "This time the opponent is more tricky, and I may not be able to go back in the next few days. You don't have to worry about it, the second master has me to take care of it. ”

"I'm worried that you're teaming up with him to cheat on my old bones," the old lady chattered for a while, "Forget it, I won't tell you so much, you can tell me honestly." How's Hikodo doing outside? ”

Xiaobei peeked at Fuji Yantang, who was covering the coriander with a quilt, and quickly reached out to cover the microphone and whispered: "The second master is very happy now." ”

The old lady on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned, and after a while, a voice came again, "Is it related to women?" Although the old lady is looking forward to her grandson's marriage, she will not let him bring any kind of woman into the house.

Xiaobei could hear that the old lady was quite unhappy, so he whispered again: "Mrs. Tai, don't worry." The second master's vision is correct. ”

Fujihiko Tang quietly leaned in, "What are you secretly talking about behind my back?" ”

Xiaobei was a little weak-hearted, holding the microphone and said vaguely: "Aren't I afraid of disturbing Miss Coriander to rest." ”

Fujihiko threw him a "count you know" look, and then snatched the microphone back from his hand.

"Nai, don't worry, I'll go back after a while."

Mrs. Fuji asked funny, "Yantang, do you have a woman outside?" ”

Through the phone, Fujihiko Tang can imagine his naughty appearance.

He held the microphone and glanced at Xiaobei, "What woman?" ”

In fact, he also said this to Xiaobei.

Xiaobei hurriedly waved his hand, closed his mouth and shook his head violently. He only talked to the old lady for more than three sentences! Although these three sentences are a bit informative

After his eyes swept over Xiao Bei, who looked panicked, he fell on the extremely ugly coriander who was sleeping, Fuji Yantang smiled at the corner of his eyes, and said softly into the microphone: "I haven't gotten a word yet." ”

Sure enough, there are women! The old lady was so happy that she wanted to get out of the telephone and pounce on her precious grandson, but this did not prevent her from asking what was going on.

She clenched the microphone tightly, as if she had once grabbed Fujihikodo's little hand, and asked excitedly, "Which girl is it?" I'll tell you, girl, don't even think about getting it home! How old is that girl? It doesn't matter if you're older, but it's not much older than you. Isn't it pretty? Don't top the pretty kind, just look at it."

"Ouch, my Nainai, I've told you everything, and I haven't written a word yet." Fujihiko was extremely helpless, but after looking at the coriander again, he firmed his gaze and attitude, "But sooner or later she will be mine." ”

"Yes, that's what you want!" The old lady on the other end of the phone clenched her fists, and her voice was full of fighting spirit.

Seeing that it was not early, Fuji Yantang waved his hand to let Xiaobei go back first, and slept with Mrs. Fuji after half a night, leaving the second call the next morning.

Early the next morning, Fujihiko Tang made a phone call to Rong Ying.

After hearing Fujihikodo's briefing, Rong Ying on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, "Are you investigating that matter?" ”

"Anyway, I'm already here, so check it out-"

Before Fujihikodo's words fell, a high-pitched scream erupted in the room.

"Fujihikodo," Cilana screamed his name, "you actually put your stinky socks in the basin!" ”

It's incredible, how heavy the second master of the vine is. Even if you pile stinky socks at the head of the bed, you won't even let go of the basin!

Fujihiko Tang screamed badly, and when he looked back, he saw coriander with an unkempt hairstyle and a pot of stinky socks.

Looking at the stinky socks soaked in the basin, Cilantro's face was distorted.

"You don't panic!"

"Watch next time, watch next time." He didn't sound very sincere.

Rong Ying recognized the voice of coriander, and there was no one in the entire Shanghai market who dared to roar at the second master of the vine. He felt a sour taste in his heart, and asked in an unnatural tone, "Are you with cilantro now?" ”

Fujihiko held the phone and said to the coriander who left with the pot of stinky socks, "Don't pour it out for me, or I'll wear your socks." Then he turned his attention to the phone, "Huh? Big brother, what did you just say? ”

For some reason, Rong Ying was a little glad that Fujihiko didn't hear the question just now. "Nothing."

Did he think Fujihikodo really hadn't heard?

For Fujihikodo, if you don't want to answer a question, it's better to treat it as if you didn't hear it.

Whether he is selfish or evasive, in short, he is reluctant to talk to Rong Ying about things related to coriander.

Turning his head again, he saw that Coriander had a stinky face but was honestly holding a basin of clean stinky socks, the corners of Fujihikodo's lips were raised, his eyes were soft, and his heart was full of unknown throbbing, as if there was a restless little beast moving in it.

I'm about to cry, four thousand words in eight hours, and I really can't do it at the same time...... In the future, the time code for lunch break every day is not finished to be continued. Mu Xiang