Covering his bloody nose, Yan Murong's tears were about to hurt out, and he didn't care about letting go of the cruel words, he turned around and ran to the bathroom - he didn't have anything cruel to say, after all, this matter was caused by hesitating about his improper behavior, he was very weak-hearted, and he didn't even dare to look at Teng Xiangling, let alone say two cruel words after being kicked.

Rinsing with water, he raised his neck for a long time, and after making sure that he was no longer bleeding, Yan Murong looked in the mirror with the hand that was pinching his nose.

Fortunately, fortunately, the nose is not crooked or collapsed, except for some redness, there is no sign of disfigurement - the kind that is not handsome and shocking, the nose is crooked, how will he go out to meet people in the future?

There is a saying that a man's face level is related to the woman standing next to her - Yan Murong feels that in addition to having a relationship with a woman, it is also related to appearance.

You look like Andy Lau, even if you are a little white face who is raised by a rich woman, but at least you are handsome enough. If it looks like eight taels of gold - then I'm sorry, even if you have a lot of gold and silver, others seem to give you face, and it won't take long after eating with you to have a pregnant woman's behavior.

After looking in front of the mirror for a long time, after making sure that he was still as delicate as ever and showed no signs of being disfigured, Yan Murong gently opened the bathroom door, and then poked his head out of it first, then his body, and finally his legs.

"You can give it up?" Teng Xiangling looked at Yan Murong, who looked embarrassed, and asked coldly. "Say, if you don't explain it to me today, you will wait for your wife's call tomorrow."

Yan Murong was shocked, this matter could not be known to Su Qingwu - it didn't matter if Su Qingwu knew, after all, he didn't want to develop a shocking and strange love legend with Su Qingwu at all.

The problem is that Su Qingwu is still his nominal wife, and if she knows, she will definitely run to tell her parents - even with her mouth that can tell dead people to live, and the heart that is ready to harm him once in a while, she will not let him know.

attempted to commit a crime by herself, and when Teng Xiangling told her, she didn't know how twists and turns it would become, how bizarre it would become. Then when Su Qingwu told his parents, the consequences were no less than Sun Monkey sprinkling a soak of urine on the fingers of the Buddha.

"You weren't angry when I said that?" Yan Murong asked tentatively with a cautious expression.

"Say, as long as you explain it to me, I won't trouble you."

"I-" Yan Murong thought about it for a long time, and thought about the wording again in his heart before he said. "I mean, I miss my mom giving me a birthday present when I was five years old, can you believe it?"

"Don't interrupt." Teng Xiangling said coldly. "Do you think I'll believe it? What do you have to do with your birthday present when you were five years old? ”

"There is a relationship, and it is still very important." Yan Murong said with a nostalgic expression. "I remember that year, my mother, let me meet it, I know that I have, have a spring - looking back on that day, with it, thinking about its day and night, desperately not knowing when we will meet."

"That one in your mouth is the toy you used when you were five years old?" Teng Xiangling looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"Yes." Yan Murong said with a sad face. "When I was ten years old, I said goodbye to it, and when I came back, it was dust."

"Oh." Teng Xiangling nodded and continued to ask. "Is that still imprinted on your heart, which can never be erased?"

"Huh? Do you know this? Yan Murong's face was full of surprise.

"I can't erase your sister." Teng Xiangling was furious, grabbed the pillow under his head and smashed it, and then there were cups, quick pots, ashtrays, and some special items on the bedside table.

"You touched the old lady's breasts, and you dared to read the lyrics to the old lady - if you didn't have something to ask you, the old lady would have stomped you down." Teng Xiangling pointed at Yan Murong's nose and scolded. "Say, what is it?"

"Yes - it's the ball." Yan Murong said weakly.

"Balls?" Teng Xiangling was stunned for a moment and asked angrily. "Does that have anything to do with you touching my mother's breasts?"

"Yes, it matters."

"What's the relationship?"

"This-" Yan Murong hesitated, he was afraid that after he said it, Teng Xiangling, a crazy woman, would play with him again.

"If there's a fart, let it go." Teng Xiangling said coldly.

"That's what you told me to say." Yan Murong said cautiously. "I said, don't be angry."

"I'm not angry, you name it."

"I-I just think they're about the same shape and size." Yan Murong said as he looked at Teng Xiangling's face.

"And then?"

"And then -- and then I wanted to pinch it and see how it felt like a ball."

“――”

After listening to Yan Murong's words, Teng Xiangling was completely silent. But the beads of sweat on Yan Murong's head were getting more and more - he knew that silence was often a precursor to an outburst.

Sure enough, after Teng Xiangling was silent for two minutes, he suddenly screamed, and then he didn't care about the spring light leaking, so he kicked off the quilt and stood up from the bed.

"You bastard, how dare you find such an excuse to touch the old lady's breasts - balls? You actually compare that kind of silica gel-filled thing with the pure natural old lady? ”

"It's very similar." Yan Murong secretly glanced at Teng Xiangling's breasts that were exposed to half a ball because he stood up too quickly, and the nightdress bag fell down, and whispered his defense.

"How dare you say that?" Teng Xiangling's eyes widened angrily, and he gritted his teeth and looked at Yan Murong, the anger in his heart was like boiling water, and it was about to be silted out.

Men and women alike tend to lose their minds when they are angry - they always do something stupid.

Teng Xiangling was very angry now, so she was angry in her heart, and she was angry, and in front of Yan Murong's eyes that were almost as big as an egg, she pulled down the strap of her nightdress, and then grabbed Yan Murong's hand and pressed it on her chest that was half wrapped in a bra.

"Touch, the old lady will let you touch enough" Teng Xiangling shouted angrily. "The ball? You make it clear to the old lady, where is the old lady's ** like a ball? ”

Yan Murong doesn't care what kind of ball does he care about now, his eyes are wide open, his mouth is long, and his fingers move slightly.

"It's softer than a ball." Yan Murong thought to himself, and then- Then, the two nosebleeds were like fountains. "Poof" squirted out and landed on Teng Xiangling's half-exposed chest.