In the evening.

Zhang Ruoyu was just about to go into the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles with water, and Han Jiangxue bounced the video.

In order not to be ridiculed by Xuebao, why didn't he socialize, the hungry Brother Zhang just connected the video, and he had a "full burp".

"I can smell the wine through the screen."

Xue Bao, who has returned to happiness, changed into a thin nightdress, which is very short, very low, and very thin.

If it weren't for Xue Bao's usual underwear being ladylike enough, with this atmosphere, Brother Zhang would be sitting in a nightclub with a glass of wine.

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Xue Bao. "It's just a simple and luxurious meal."

"Dinner in a nightclub?" Xue Bao's face was full of obscenity. "Brother Zhang, you've had enough fun."

"What's wrong with the flowers?" Brother Zhang was a little upset and said with a foul mouth. "You bite me?"

Xue Bao's expression froze, and he hung up the phone on the spot.

Brother Zhang sneered and rushed into the kitchen to cook noodles.

According to his experience, in ten minutes at most, Xue Bao will find a random excuse to call.

Let's be tough first, if Brother Zhang doesn't raise the flag, he will say with a face full of grievances that Brother Zhang treats her badly and yells at her again.

In the end, she will unilaterally forgive Brother Zhang and end this cold war that lasted no more than an hour.

But after eating the noodles, I watched a small video for nearly two hours, and Xuebao hasn't called the video yet.

Brother Zhang touched his chin and frowned, "Is this back really?" ”

"I hate being misunderstood the most in my life, and I'm fed up with yin and yang, next time pay attention, I'll forgive you today."

Brother Zhang unilaterally forgave Xue Bao.

But he didn't wait for a WeChat reply.

Half past nine in the evening.

After taking a shower, Brother Zhang picked up his mobile phone and looked at it, there were a bunch of messy WeChat, including Long Fei's, the four peerless old men, and the third brother who made a supper, and even Ye Zhengting sent a very pious WeChat.

I didn't wait for the news of Xuebao.

"Dead Snow Treasure, what do you mean? Do you really want me to bow my head and apologize to you? You don't know me yet? I didn't even bow my head to my parents, even your mother called Xiao Zhao's evil man, I advise you not to be too crazy, it really makes me anxious..."

Five minutes later.

Brother Zhang snuffed out his cigarette and let go of the pride in his heart: "I'm sorry." ”

Bang bang!

As soon as the news was sent, there was a violent knock on the door.

Zhang Ruoyu frowned, got up and opened the door.

It is estimated that the third brother sent spicy crayfish...

Alas, he is in a cold war with the leaders of his family, and Brother Zhang really has no appetite...

But as soon as the door opened.

What caught my eye was a tall and graceful figure of a royal sister.

The dead woman's snow-white and delicate pretty face was red from the cold.

The big watery eyes are full of the look that scares you to death, a dog man.

The coastal area warmed up early, but the temperature in the capital was below zero, but the dead woman was frozen into a dog.

Seeing Brother Zhang standing at the door with a sluggish face, he didn't squeak.

The cunning woman stamped her foot and exclaimed, "Dead? Why don't you carry me into the house? President Ben is freezing to death! ”

In order to satisfy her inner dream of idol dramas, Xue Bao neither used a private jet nor hugged her, she sneaked out of happiness alone, took a plane and came to Yanjing overnight.

The top bodyguards who saw through Mr. Han's mind had to wear a hot padded jacket, and looked at Mr. Han, who was thinly dressed and completely ignored the temperature difference, sneezed into Beijing to find a man.

Brother Zhang dragged Xue Bao into the house, grabbed her cold little hand, and placed it on her bumping abdominal muscles like a washboard to keep warm, and his soft eyes were full of harsh criticism: "Looking for death?" Staying at home in the middle of the night, playing the role of a princess who has lost her country? ”

"Isn't this thinking about Brother Zhang..."

Han Jiangxue blinked and rubbed Brother Zhang's abdominal muscles: "Brother Zhang, you drank flower wine early in the morning, and you don't have a sister by your side, how difficult is the long night?" ”

The corners of Zhang Ruoyu's lips curled slightly, and he said: "My sister can be proficient in blowing, playing and singing, and the main one is unrestrained." ”

"What will you do?" Zhang Ruoyu hugged Dead Xuebao's soft waist and asked closely.

"Brother Zhang, teach me." Xue Bao's eyes were like silk, and she bit her lip against Brother Zhang's forehead. "I'm learning so fast..."

Xue Bao's voice just fell.

On the spot, he used the dragon grip to attack Brother Zhang's death hole.

With a smile on his face, he was very obscene.

As the saying goes, Xiao Bie is better than newlywed.

The small two are inseparable when they stick to each other, and they are both fierce.

The second half of the night.

The sweaty Han Jiangxue strongly condemned those guys who had little actual combat experience and could only talk on paper.

Why is it that there are only tired oxen and no ploughed fields?

Oilfield?

Bubbling oil, inexhaustible?

Xue Bao almost dried up several times.

Just plough like this, and you have to peel off the skin.

"Why else are you a general?" Xue Bao was lying in Brother Zhang's arms angrily, as if he had been punched a hundred times, and he was about to fall apart. "As far as Brother Zhang, your explosive combat power, who doesn't tremble when you see it? I'm scared to death. ”