One morning Martin had just gotten up when the pigeons broke in. She came in without knocking, as if expecting to see the naked body of a man.

However, even if she didn't see it, she was not disappointed. Still grinning, she walked up to Martin and said to him, "Oh, barrister, get up so early!"

Martin, as a sea emperor who is well versed in the psychology of women, must have a complete grasp of the inner drama of the pigeon.

Martin knows that the pigeon must usually regard the director as his idol in life, and learn to imitate it everywhere. If there is resistance in her heart, then she will continue to ask questions to herself, doubt herself, and then slowly move her thoughts closer to the director's height.

Because she is just a little girl who has not been deeply involved in the world, she has not even experienced a complete love. Her understanding of life is still in the first stage of learning and imitating. So she showed her love generously, and in Martin's eyes, it was more of a child's coquettishness.

Seeing that Martin ignored her, the pigeon smiled and pasted it, and touched Martin's back with its slender white fingers, and then saw that Martin did not react much, and began to wander.

Martin was wearing a vest, he was shaving, and he didn't care about the little goblin.

The pigeon was inches in, and the whole body was pressed up, and Martin on the top of her sharp chest was in pain, and her hands were already like two snakes around Martin's waist.

Martin bent down to wash his freshly shaved ballast with water, and the pigeon rested its head on his back, its face pressed against Martin's back.

Martin could fully feel a girl's hot heart shining naked on the earth like the sun.

He jerked around, grabbed her, and threw her on the bed.

The pigeon was frightened, but her eyes were plain teasing. She stared at Martin so hotly that Martin almost couldn't help but scold the European state.

He jerked the thin quilt over her and put it over her.

No one ever called him "Megumi Paris" or anything else, because in France this is probably the strongest insult to a normal man. Martin's father once said that it was recorded in an ancient Chinese book "Xunzi Da Liu": "Liu Xia Hui and the back door are dressed together, and there is no suspicion, it is not a day's news." This story has been widely sung since the Han Dynasty and can be described as a household name. Legend has it that on a cold night, Megumi Yanagishita stayed at the city gate and met a homeless woman. Yanagishita Megumi was afraid that she would freeze to death, so she asked her to sit in her arms, untied her coat and wrapped her tightly, and sat together all night, and there was no indecent act. As a result, Megumi Yanashita is known as a righteous gentleman who "sits still and does not mess up".

Martin laughed when he heard this, and his first reaction was that this Mr. Liu should probably have some kind of male indescribability.

But his wise father had already seen through everything: I heard this story when I was younger, and I reacted exactly the same way you did. But we were all wrong, Mr. Liu not only has a wife, but also a son.

Martin, I hope you can also do the same without bullying the dark room, and sit still.

Martin thought to himself, Dad, can you do this?

It is true that Martin had never heard of anyone mentioning his father's lace or gossip legends. He seems to have a good relationship with his mother, really well.

But Martin thought to himself, maybe he was hiding it well? Or maybe he's smarter than everyone else. In short, the mystery has not yet been revealed.