The bright morning light illuminated the bedroom, and in the light, Yin Mingchen opened his eyes, and the pajamas on his body were still stained with a little sweat, and the sweat caused by the nightmare had not yet dried.

There is a shocking pile of card fragments lying on the ground, and it turns out that "7" has really arrived!

The person on the other bed was gone, and the milky champagne-bottomed sheets looked luxurious, but with a cold color, staring coldly at the man. The futon was neatly folded, and the big bear had changed from a sleeping position to a sitting position, his eyes glowing with a thick inky black light, and the corners of his mouth still had a mocking look on his mouth.

Immediately, the anger ignited Yin Mingchen's brain nerves, and he almost jumped out of bed with a fighting posture. Wrapping his fingers around the sheet and spinning it in the air, covering the ominous object, he clenched his fist and rained down on the sheet. It was so enjoyable to practice boxing on Big Bear, and he didn't stop until his hands were numb.

After receiving so many punches and kicks, the hateful bear body has not lost even a single bear hair, and it is an ideal tool to use it as a vent. It was bought at a high price, the quality of this bear is really good, no matter how it is abused, those wrinkled hairs can always be restored to their original state, and they look shiny, just like when they were newly bought.

The enticing aroma of egg tarts wafted out of the oven, Yin Mingchen immediately felt hungry, he poked it in the bear's eye angrily, and said angrily: "High-level people don't know like beasts, give me some restraint in the future, don't think that if the hostess looks down on you, you will forget your identity as a beast." ”

The bear's expression is not only light and breezy, but also has a kind of pride in it, as if to say, what is the spirit? I've hugged your woman more than you.

In the kitchen, the hostess who had finished making breakfast was answering the phone, she was using the "humming" sound of the range hood as a cover, her expression was a little nervous, and the sound was kept to a minimum.

Yin Mingchen pricked up his ears to listen carefully, but he didn't expect that what he heard was the sound of flowing water? I don't know if this rakshasa has improved, or if this listener is a parallel import?

Just as he was angry and wanted to drop his mobile phone, a voice suddenly rang out: "Mingchen, what are you doing?" ”

Unexpectedly, the rakshasa who was still in the kitchen just now quickly flashed into the bedroom as if there was a flashing magic law. However, she has transformed into a Chinese-style good wife, wearing a loose loungewear and a floral apron, and at first glance she looks like a wife who can make breakfast.

"This cell phone signal is always bad, and I get angry when I see it."

"Isn't it the phone I just bought? How can the signal be bad? If not, go to the after-sales service to take a look. ”

"I think it's underwhelming, and I'll be obedient after a few taps."

"Alright, let's go to breakfast."

Although the hostess's cooking skills are not very good, she is also a good cook, and eating the food she makes will have a delightful effect, and the man often says that she puts opium in the food, tempting his whole palate.

"Why don't you eat it? Is it because the breakfast I made is not delicious? ”

Seeing her smear the bread with ketchup, his stomach felt uncomfortable at the sight of the slimy red, and the blood splattered by the dead man on her skirt and the scene of her chasing him with raw meat.

"I don't have a good appetite today, just eat something light."

He pushed away the meat-related food, picked up the toast bread and stuffed it into his mouth until he was choked and blushed.

A glass of milk was delivered to him, and her black eyes were a complex of challenges and questions, like priceless gems, with a demagogic magic that made it impossible to take their eyes off.

Did she see something? He pretended to be calm and took the milk and drank it, thinking in his heart what kind of mentality he should use to treat this rakshasa in the future?

Luo Xiyan's appetite was obviously much better than his, and he finished eating an omelette and the barbecue on the plate. Her hands holding knives and forks were nimble like a killer, instantly chopping the roast meat on the plate into small slices.

Thinking of the scene of this woman killing her husband in her dream, Yin Mingchen was stunned for a while, covered with chicken skin, he chewed the food in his mouth fiercely with his teeth, and defeated the enemy with the power of his tongue and sword.

After the meat was eaten, her strength weakened, and she raised her pale and slender fingers, twisted the egg tart and put it elegantly in her mouth, stirring gently, as if she was not eating but tasting. She wears a luxurious white gold chain on her wrist, surrounded by small dark blue diamonds, and when her wrist moves, the diamonds hit each other, making a soft "tinkling" sound, with a dreamlike realm.

is worthy of being a rakshasa who can always make men fall in love, and he can't help but look at her a few more times.

"What do you watch me do without eating?"

"Because you're a rakshasa who can't get enough men to see."

Yin Mingchen put down the plate and swiped his fingers towards her pearly neck. Although she burst into a smile similar to that of his wife, her body quickly resisted.

"Don't make a fuss, I'm going to go to Zhenqi's in a while, she has been insomnia lately, saying that she sees dirty things."

"Dirty? I think she walks a lot at night, right? Did you go to a bar with a guy again? ”

"How is that possible? She hadn't been to a bar since she met Jon Chun, and her love this time was real. ”

"For a girl who has been in love more than a dozen times, I don't know which one she is serious? Don't have more contact with her, so as not to spoil my wife. ”

"Your mind is bad, don't speak ill of my girlfriend."

"Okay, well, in order to show my support for you, I decided to send you to my girlfriend."

"No, you still have to go to the institute."

"No, it has to be delivered."

Luo Xiyan glared at him, smiling rather than smiling: "Love needs to be kept fresh, it's a difficult thing to hold hands and never get tired of looking at each other, I leave for a while, you still have hope for me, if I stick to you like a zongzi, you will have a sense of oppression." ”

In order to cooperate with her preservation theory, Yin Mingchen picked up a large glass of juice to vent, and drank it in one go.