Fall in Love with Mr. Nian Slowly

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update Mr. Nian, slowly like your latest chapter!Ten o'clock past twelve, when Ting returned from the outside every year, the broad and bright house was filled with a scent of potato silk, which just tossed in the hospital for several hours, making him in a bad mood and hungry, he casually said: "Sister Lan, did you make vinegar potato shreds today, smelling strange...".

It happened that Wu Butler pushed him to the restaurant, and before the annual Ting had finished, he saw Lausanne was sitting on a small table by the window with a small bowl for dinner, and there was something he said in his slightly opened mouth. The vinegar and potatoes shredded.

"Sister Lan, didn't I say that, in the future, this woman's only meals are white rice and cabbage?" The average annual Ting sharp eyes narrowed, and his voice was unusually harsh.

Eating again, this woman only knows to eat.

I cheated him to eat beef powder in the morning, and just came in to eat the vinegar and potato chips he wanted.

It really becomes like an animal.

Lausanne quickly choked on the dishes and wanted to explain, but Sister Lan came out of the kitchen with two dishes: "Master, there are only white rice and cabbage. Those potato shreds and Mapo tofu were bought from outside by Lausanne. , She did it herself."

The atmosphere of the restaurant instantly solidified, and the average face of Ting's handsome face suddenly seemed to be frosted.

Wu Guanjia was embarrassed and embarrassed for his young master.

He knew that the young master wanted to take the opportunity to lose his temper and retaliate against people going to eat beef powder in the morning, but he didn't expect such a real face-slap.

As a caregiver for the Nian family, I have to buy food and cook it myself, and eat some shredded potatoes and Mapo tofu.

Master, you are really too much.

"By the way, young master, I didn't make vinegar and potato shreds today." Sister Lan added apologetically, "I knew you wanted to eat..."

"Sister Lan, it's okay... I've fried a lot of potato shreds. If you want to eat it, you can eat it separately." Lausanne looked at the awkward and irony face of annual average Ting, and couldn't help but smile. Sister Lan is really a god assist that makes her young master difficult to step down.

"Who said I want to eat it?" The average annual Ting could not bear to interrupt, holding his breath, "I mean to say that the smell of vinegar potato shreds is so bad that it makes me smell all in my house. My appetite is gone. I don’t want to eat shredded potatoes here. You, you can take me out to eat outside.

"Okay," Lausanne said with a smile in his mouth, and cleverly took out a few bowls.

Next, Sister Lan brought up the sumptuous Chinese food, and Ting looked at the dishes on the table every year, but had no appetite at all.

He must be annoyed, and he didn’t want to eat the annoying food. "Sister Lan, you will not be allowed to lend her the kitchen in the future."

Sister Lan opened her mouth and couldn't help but want to refute it. But Wu Butler hurriedly gave her a wink before she talked to her.

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In the evening, after Wu Wujia wiped the bath for the annual average Ting, the average annual Ting read a book for a while, and when he was about to sleep, Lausanne thought about it and stepped forward: "Nian Zong, I think you have slept all night Not very good, too late to fall asleep, I have learned a set of massage techniques that help sleep, do you want to try it, sleep better, the mood will be good, the body will be better and faster, and this set of techniques for the spine Rehabilitation is also very effective."

She really hopes that Ting Ting can sleep well at night and she can sleep more.

Every year Ting stared at her for a little while before he murmured.

Lausanne helped him sit up more, kneeled to bed, and helped him relax his neck.

Her hands are thin and long, pressing on the skin is not light or heavy, and the average Ting still feels very comfortable, but the woman is kneeling in front of him, his face is facing her chest, her sweater line is very thick The roots were too close, maybe his eyesight was too good, and he could vaguely see the sloshing snow inside and the pink cloth.