I knew he was trying to fool around with a joke, and I put on a straight face and said, "You'd better not."

He snorted and said dissatisfiedly, "Is my pattern so small?"

"So what did you do?" I asked.

"I don't have to do anything," he said, "and it's clear to you that if you continue to work like this, you'll die young."

"You don't have to worry about that." I said, "And you'd better hope that I will be better, so that when I give the money to Yinyin, she and Niannian are still a family, which is only good for the development of your family."

He shook his head: "It's too far, how the family develops is the next generation's business, and it has nothing to do with me."

"So what does it matter to you?" I distinctly remember him as a workaholic.

"Ask your wife to have a son." He spread his hands: "I'm going to be old soon, and if I don't work hard, I won't have a chance."

I said, "Then you can ask for it."

He showed a hint of impatience, probably choked on me, and stopped talking.

I drank tea for a while, muttering a little to myself. How can a phone suddenly run out of battery? Could it be that someone keeps calling me? During this time of rest, I put down my business, and now I have no business to look for me at all. Although Awen didn't know that I was coming, the driver knew that if it was home, since there was something important that could call me until there was no electricity, then I would definitely come directly to the door.

I can't figure it out, could it be that Fanyin really did something?

I didn't dare to think about it, I would hate him.

I was figuring it out, and Fan Yin opened his mouth again: "If you have to go back today, I will send someone to send you."

I said, "First of all, do you have any hands or feet?"

"Am I unable to speak?" He frowned, showing a helpless expression: "Does your situation need to be manipulated?" Meng Jiancong ran away, who are you going to marry next? ”

"I can live on my own." I said, "I don't need men."

"You don't need to mention it for now, but the point is that your dad doesn't think so." He said: "Even if he doesn't want you to sit in this position, he is only worried that I will take advantage of it, he has to marry you off quickly."

"It's okay," I said, "I'll get married."

"I can do it." He snorted.

"First of all, who told you you still have a chance to get in?" I was enraged by his expression, "Secondly, don't always put on a look like I have to you, in fact, my life without you is very good, I eat well, sleep well, live safely, and even gain a few pounds more than before!" ”

"Oh, then," he asked, tilting his head, "will I send you away now, or tomorrow morning?"

I wanted to answer now, but I was worried that he would really push me out, so I couldn't help but hesitate. He laughed, got up and walked around the table to me, and suddenly bent down and picked me up, and carried me to his shoulder like a sack, and said unexpectedly, "Yo, I've gained a lot of weight."

It took me a while to react, and I quickly patted him on the back: "Let go!"

At first, he ignored me and walked straight to the nearest bedroom, allowing me to continue shooting. Later, I thought it was hurt by me, so I slapped my PP hard, and said fiercely: "Be quiet!"

I was beaten so badly that I didn't dare to move anymore, and honestly pretended to be dead, until he kicked open the door and threw me on the bed, rubbed his shoulders and said disdainfully, "Fat woman."

Even though the bed was soft enough, I was almost broken by him, "What do you want to do?" ”

"Help you lose weight." He climbed up as he spoke.

My hands weren't long enough, so I raised my foot and kicked him on the chest: "Wait!"

He lowered his head, then pinched my ankle, pulled it to his mouth and took a bite, and smiled a little vaguely: "What are you waiting for?"

I couldn't help but feel a little weak in my legs, so I tried my best, but I didn't pull it out, so I had to stop.

Either way, sex is always pleasurable.

Although I was a patient, Fanyin's physical strength was still far superior to mine, so I was so tired that I didn't want to move at all, my eyelids were sore, and I was very sleepy.

But he was still very energetic, and his palms were kneading and kneading on my body for a while, like a child pinching plasticine.

My skin likes to be touched like this, and the only fly in the ointment is that he always likes to linger on scars that don't feel acute.

I was about to tell him not to touch those scars all the time, when the phone rang. Fanyin reached out to pick it up and said, "Zhun Yi."

I was so close that I could hear the voice in the earpiece, it was Lin Zhunyi's voice, and said, "Dad, everything is done, do you need to report now?"

I was awakened by this sentence "Dad" and couldn't help but look at Fanyin.

The weirdness of this matter is that Fanyin had stars at the age of nineteen, and Lin Zhunyi was four years older than stars. Fanyin is fifteen years older than Lin Zhunyi, and this dad call makes me feel very uncomfortable.

Fanyin must have read my surprise in my expression, narrowed his eyes, reached out and pressed my head, and said into the phone, "Go back and talk about it, you go buy a suit now, the size is ......" He reported my size.

"Okay." Over there, Lin Zhunyi agreed very simply.

But Fanyin raised his eyebrows, showed a wicked smile, and said into the phone, "Choose your mother's favorite brand."

Lin Zhunyi over there was also stunned, and then said, "Definitely."

I was covered in cold sweat, thinking of Lin Zhunyi's face that could be my younger brother, and I felt that even if I didn't accept such a big son-in-law, it was right not to agree to remarry.

Fanyin explained a few more words to Lin Zhunyi, and revealed that because Lin Zhunyi and Fanxing's wedding was approaching, Fanyin would hold a banquet to invite his friends on the road on this matter at night, and the location was of course in the old man's old mansion, so according to the time, he had to leave to go back at four o'clock in the morning at the latest.

I didn't know what time it was, so I picked up Fanyin's wrist and saw that the time shown on it was almost three o'clock. At the same time, Fanyin hung up the phone, pulled out his hand, pressed my head again, and said with a smile, "Look at the expression you just had."

I grabbed his wrist again and asked, "Isn't this watch confiscated?"

He withdrew his hand again: "I won't tell you."

"If you don't tell it, forget it." I said, "By the way, you're leaving at four o'clock?"

He asked, "What for?"

"And how do I get back?"

"You sleep first, and when the driver finishes sending you off, I'll just send you to the company."

I didn't speak.

He said with rare thoughtfulness: "This car is a temporary substitute here, and it is not written in my name, but if you are worried, contact your driver and ask him to pick you up somewhere you feel reliable."

"Whose name is that car?"

"My mistress's." He said seriously.

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