Chapter 203 Step Frightened and Fall Out of Love?

can be regarded as half a scholar, and his character is also good, although he is a little fatter, but there should be no shortage of girls who like it.

Why did you fall in love with a Li Wanru? Looking at him like that, it seems that he still has deep roots, Zhang Yi can't figure this out, whether it is in his previous life or in this life, Zhang Yi has never been distressed about this matter, so naturally there is no way to give Bu Jingfeng any ideas.

However, Bu Jingfeng didn't seem to have come to him for an idea, he didn't answer Zhang Yi's question, conjured a jar of wine from behind him from somewhere, picked up the teacup on the table, and poured Zhang Yi a glass.

"This is a beautiful drunk, a rare wine, come and have a drink with me?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yi walked over, picked up the wine that Bu Jingfeng poured for him and touched it lightly, Bu Jingfeng drank it by himself, and Zhang Yi didn't care about him.

Taking a sip of the so-called fine wine into his throat, Zhang Yi only felt bored for a while, what kind of wine is this? There is nothing wrong with being drunk by a beauty, probably a woman drinks it, the taste is too shallow, and it is almost the same as juice compared to liquor.

After just taking a sip, Zhang Yi didn't touch it again, but secretly thought about the possibility of making wine, men are more or less fond of wine, and Zhang Yi is naturally no exception.

In his previous life, as an otaku, in addition to playing games, he would do some messy things to entertain himself, and winemaking was also among them, although Zhang Yi's craftsmanship was not professional, but it was also good in his spare time.

At least it's much better than the so-called rare wine that Bu Jingfeng brought, Zhang Yi secretly thought about the possibility of making his own wine, but he didn't expect that the gadgets that used to pass the time could still be used in such a way now.

Frowning and taking another sip, Zhang Yi rarely learned a literati sour guest and sighed at the impermanence of the world.

Tsk, he's bored now, too.

Bu Jingfeng knew that he would not take care of him in a short time, and Zhang Yi didn't bother to care about him, Bu Jingfeng just wanted to find a place to drink, Zhang Yi knew, so Zhang Yi didn't bother him.

In fact, Zhang Yi knew in his heart that it would be really funny if Bu Jingfeng wanted to say how much he liked Li Wanru, he was afraid that he would not be able to ask for more competitiveness than he liked Li Wanru, and he was also a man, and Zhang Yi also had some understanding of Bu Jingfeng's thoughts.

If Seventeen Niang rejected him fiercely, Zhang Yi would probably not let him go.

After a while, Zhang Yi deeply felt that the brush was suitable for such a thing, because he couldn't use a ruler, and he could only draw a straight line.

Looking at the pile of paper that had been painted, Zhang Yi sighed and went to the kitchen, rummaged under the stove, took a carbon similar to the barrel of a pen and left, completely ignoring Aunt Zhang's eyes that wanted to speak and stopped.

Finally finished drawing, as soon as Zhang Yi looked up, he saw that he had been drunk into a puddle of meatloaf, and it seemed that he would not wake up in a short time, and he didn't want to pay attention to him, but he was worried that when the little lady came to him, he saw this drunk in the yard and complained about him.

There was no way, he could only drag Bu Jingfeng into the house like dragging meat, and shook it hard, throwing Bu Jingfeng on the bed to finish the work, he also slept enough to die, and there was no reaction to being tossed by Zhang Yi like this, and even the snoring frequency of the earthquake did not poop.

Clapping his hands and preparing to leave, Zhang Yi felt that he might be able to discuss the matter of winemaking with his aunt, that is, whether it is food or fruit now, it is quite expensive, and it is a bit useless to use it for winemaking.

Yu Guang glanced at a lump of black on his body, Zhang Yi finally remembered that he had forgotten something, didn't he get black ash after getting up from the stove?

And because he didn't find out where it was contaminated in time, now he was covered in black, looking at the gray clothes on Bu Jingfeng's body, Zhang Yi laughed and pretended not to see it.

Covered his ears and took a bath like stealing a bell, as for the frightening step, changing the man's clothes was too much of a test of Zhang Yi's psychological endurance, so forget it.

As for whether Bu Jingfeng will go crazy when he wakes up, this is not within Zhang Yi's consideration, anyway, he also lent the bed to Bu Jingfeng to sleep.

Looking at the dirty clothes that he had changed, Zhang Yi suddenly felt a little sorry for the delicate hands of the little girls, so he planned to wash it himself, Zhang Yi had also washed his clothes before, but it was not clean, that is, the benevolent will see the benevolent, at least Zhang Yi himself did his best.

The bath water is used to wash clothes, Zhang Yi gave thirty-two likes for his wit, and he didn't admit that he was lazy.

As soon as Zhang Yi entered the water, when Zhang Yi was about to start washing, a pair of delicate hands reached over, and a pair of pink jade arms shortened the basin in front of Zhang Yi.

"Seventeen Niang?" Looking at the somewhat plump jade arm, Zhang Yi suddenly felt a little thirsty, and swallowed his saliva fiercely, the bony beauty or something is weak, on weekdays, Seventeen Niang looks extremely delicate, but in fact, it has meat, no wonder it is soft to hold.

Thinking of the touch not long ago, Zhang Yi felt that the heat was rushing to a place, and his face was suddenly a little embarrassed, not wanting to be seen by Seventeen Niang's reaction, Zhang Yi found a place to sit down, and used the convenience of the posture to cover up a discordant place, if he was seen by Seventeen Niang, he would have to be shy to avoid him.

It's nothing to be shy, Seventeen Niang was born well, and the appearance of the powder face with spring is also temptingly tight, Zhang Yi is also happy to look at it, but if Seventeen Niang avoids him, it will be bad, so Zhang Yi feels that he should "sacrifice" it.

glared at Zhang Yi with disgust, "Why is he also a famous person now, why do you still wash your own clothes?" This is not what a man should do, beauty is seen as a joke. ”

"What's going on?" Zhang Yi was a little disapproving, "What's so embarrassing about washing clothes by yourself?" Those young masters are not diligent and do not distinguish between grains and grains, and there is no shame. Zhang Yi scoffed at such a view.

"Nonsense." shook the water in his hand, I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, a little drop of water was thrown on Zhang Yi's face.

But Zhang Yi didn't care about this, he looked at Seventeen Niang's plump and slender little arms stupidly, the emerald green bracelet lined Seventeen Niang's skin was snow-white, the emerald ring tinkled loudly, and there were a little droplets of water slipping off on it......

"What are you looking at!" The realization of Zhang Yi's red fruit made Seventeen Niang ashamed, and she stomped her feet to put down her sleeves, but she couldn't put it down because of the water in her hands, and for a while Seventeen Niang didn't know how to deal with it.