Chapter 537

Chapter 537

Lian Mei left on the front foot, and Murong came in on the back foot. Chinese looked at Wang Guohua with complicated eyes, and hesitated at the door and did not come in.

Wang Guohua said in his heart that this matter must be solved, otherwise it will be a disaster that will lay the roots. He beckoned, "Come and sit down." ”

Murong nodded and sat down next to each other without saying a word. At this time, Murong's mood was quite complicated, the god of the long time had tasted the delicacy of ascending to the sky, knowing that this continuation was not a thing, and he should leave decisively. But I can't bear to say that wonderful taste. Just like a person who is addicted to alcohol, he knows that drinking is bad in one way or another, but it is still difficult to give up. I know that this thing will not come to fruition, but I can't give up the joy brought by the joy of dark fish and water.

"Don't want to order something?" Wang Guohua can only take the initiative, otherwise Murong will not take the initiative.

"What? Am I the first man in ten years? Or crying to die? With a sense of resentment, Murong blurted out. After that, he looked at Wang Guohua complicatedly, and that kind of look was really difficult to clear in words.

"Why isn't the old house on fire—it's burning fast?" Wang Guohua didn't have time to grind with her, and simply wanted to break her psychological defense. Sure enough, this very accurate sentence made Murong ashamed, stood up and turned his head to leave, not wanting to be grabbed and dragged back with one hand, and the whole person fell into Wang Guohua's arms.

"Spread me." Murong tried hard to break free, but his strength was not enough, not only did he not break free, but he was pressed in front of him. Murong put aside the struggle and said motionlessly, "What do you want?" ”

"That's what I want to ask." Wang Guohua replied, Murong was silent, lying on his stomach and not moving.

Lian Mei came over and knocked on the door, and when she saw this scene, she said, "Breakfast is ready, come out and eat." ”

Murong struggled to sit up, and this time Wang Guohua didn't press her. When sorting out his clothes, Murong said, "I'm better than Chinese New Year's Eve." ”

Wang Guohua stood up and said lightly: "I already knew, if I want, I will live with Lian Mei and them, I can only give food and clothing for the rest of my life." ”

Murong raised his eyes and glared angrily, "I'm not uncommon to that!" ”

Wang Guohua looked straight back and said: "I know it's not rare, but I can't resist the tools I gave, or I will pack up and get out, and I will never get along with each other from now on." ”

Murong lowered his head and said nothing, and after a while, he said, "Know what I want." ”

Wang Guohua said: "You can come to me at any time, and they are the same." ”

After Wang Guohua came out, Lian Mei came over and asked, "How is it?" Wang Guohua shook his head and said: "I don't know, I don't have an opinion on how she chooses to be corrected." I'm a little lacking in virtue in this matter. ”

When Lian Mei heard this, she covered her mouth and smiled, stretched out her hand and pushed Wang Guohua, and said in a low voice: "Do you still know that you lack virtue?" ”

"Lack of virtue is lack of virtue, but Lao Tzu does not do and do things that set up archways. It seems a little different from her. Wang Guohua added, Lian Mei couldn't understand the true meaning of Director Wang at this moment, and thought of going up to the other side.

After waiting for a while, Wang Guohua put a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun into his stomach, and Murong beckoned in and whispered, "Wang Guohua, come." Director Wang put down his chopsticks, Murong lowered his head and dragged Wang Guohua to his room, after closing the door, he stroked his chest with one hand and panted lowly, and after a while, he stared at Wang Guohua and said, "I'm going to be hungry, you have to care if I'm full." ”

Wang Guohua couldn't help but burst out laughing, he didn't expect that Murong Tuan, the top royal sister, would have such a gray and humorous side. "No laughing, with sincerity. I am not greedy for money, do not destroy the family, only this requirement. ”

The room is not Chinese New Year's Eve, a bed, a wardrobe and a table are almost not space. Wang Guohua wanted to sit on the chair, but found that there were still some female si's things piled up on it, and when Murong hurriedly went over to clean up, Wang Guohua had to sit on the bed.

When facing away from Wang Guohua, Murong's good figure can be regarded as having the best local arc. Wang Guohua was very surprised to find that if you had to make a comprehensive comparison, the one with the best face on the front would be Chu Chu, and the one with the best back would be Murong. The simple back of packing up the clothes can actually release a strange effect. Why, it just makes people feel touched by reaching out and moosing.

So Wang Guohua stood up and did this, Murong's body stiffened for a moment, and soon abandoned his resistance, silently endured, finished the scattered clothes, and turned around when he found that there was no further movement behind him: "I'll go out for breakfast." ”

There was actually a cassette recorder on the table, and Director Wang played with it a little boredly and put a tape in it.

"Who is knocking on my window, who is moving the strings in liáo" Cai Qin's voice is a little out of tune, and the effect of the tape is actually not very good. Wang Guohua was inevitably a little curious, how could such an ancient tool be preserved.

Woo woo woo, the tape seems to be twisted. Director Wang had no choice but to press stop and look at the placement in the room boredly. The room is not Chinese New Year's Eve, there are not many tools, but I just feel that this is an elegant woman's residence. From the color of the curtains and the other tools, it looks a little messy together, but there is a very comfortable feeling.

There was a black-and-white photo pressed under the glass on the desk, a young version of Murong posing with a sword in his hand. Judging from his demeanor, Murong in the photo is very pleasant, although he is also very young.

Wang Guohua once again felt the ruthlessness of the years, and the black and white photos are always so sentimental.

I don't know how long it took to look at the photo so blankly, and I don't know when there was one more person behind me.

"It's good to be young!" Murong's voice was slightly distorted, and a certain tone in the local area was similar to the whimper she couldn't restrain when she was high and at high tide.

Wang Guohua looked back, Murong's face twisted slightly, handed over a computer bag and said, "Someone sent this, dropped the tool and left." ”

"I'm going to work, go make me a cup of tea." Director Wang took the computer and turned it on a little Chinese New Year's Eve. After waiting for a while, there was no news, and the plague was running normally until death, but Murong still didn't mean to move. Wang Guohua looked back, and Murong's face was a little unwilling and puzzled.

"What's wrong?" Wang Guohua asked casually, and Murong hurriedly said, "It's nothing." A little flustered, I don't know why, when Wang Guohua said just now, Murong had a feeling of living at home with two people.

Director Wang's writing is more than enough for a theoretical manuscript. Skillfully build documents and choose smart input methods. Then silently start to remember some tools in front of the computer. Soon Director Wang was disappointed, because there were really not many memories of this aspect.

In the end, Wang Guohua could only write according to his own understanding