Fall in Love with Mr. Nian Slowly

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update Mr. Nian, slowly like your latest chapter!Xiao Wu continued to smile, "Ting Ting, deny why, but you have studied how to say sweet words for Sang Sang for a few days, I think you should be quite successful, otherwise how to suddenly catch Sang Sang."

"Enough is enough," the annual average Ting stared at Xiao Ran fiercely, and his face turned red with embarrassment. "I think you are really quite idle. I said to Manager Nie. Let's go to African market research..." "

"Hey, don't, I'm wrong. I suddenly remembered that there were still many documents at home that were not approved. I'm leaving now," Xiao quickly chopped a few bites of rice and grabbed two ribs, chewing Lausanne while eating. Waving, "Sangsang, come to the company to find me another day, goodbye."

He left, and the restaurant was quiet again. The average annual Ting sat down to eat. "You are my girlfriend. If you want to find me, why do you want him? Let's eat. It's cold if you don't eat."

Lausanne's eyes oozed with laughter, "Are you reading sweet talk at home?"

"Cough, cough," the annual average Ting throat was coughed with rice grains, and it was rare to show a little embarrassment, "you believe it if Xiao Woo."

Lausanne looked quietly at him in embarrassment, but he felt that the average annual Ting was a bit cute. No wonder he would occasionally make some nasty words in these two days, "Yes, I also think he is wrong, you see How could it be a sweet word strategy, it should be a deep pit strategy."

"..."

He worked hard every day for so long, how could it be a deep pit guide.

The average annual Ting is not convinced, but he can only choke in his stomach.

"Also, in fact Sister Lan's grandson didn't have a problem at all, right? You let her deliberately make excuses to leave, wanting to eat my cooking."

"..."

The average annual Ting dryly laughed his lips, "Imagination is very good, but Sister Lan's food is much better than what you cook, do I need it."

"Year-in-law, it's a kind of sickness that needs to be treated," Lausanne said softly. "If you really like Sister Lan, I won't be in the kitchen next time."

The average Ting almost wanted to bite his tongue out, which was not the same as he thought.

"What do you say," Lausanne raised his black eyelashes. "In fact, sometimes it's okay to express frankly. If you don't say it, I can't guess, then I will never know you."

The average annual Ting thin lips pursed for a while, and the ears were slightly red with a stubborn voice: "Well, I want to eat the food you cook. I’m afraid you don’t want to come to the villa. I just thought of such an excuse. I'll lie here and say, is it okay."

After he finished speaking, he glared at Lausanne fiercely, then bowed his head and began to eat.

Lausanne looked at his rare embarrassment, and raised a crooked smile in the corner of his mouth.

He looks like a child like this.

No wonder people say that men have a childish side.

But how does she feel particularly comfortable now? It is rare to see him suffocating, and there is a feeling that he finally has a bad breath.

That's cool.

Ting had eaten for a while, and then looked up again, "Then I have confessed. Will you come to cook for me in the future, as the saying goes, if you want to keep a man's heart, you must keep his stomach."

"No, I don't have time," Lausanne shook his head. "Your stomach has been retained by me. Why should I keep your heart."

Annual average Ting: "..."

Almost thirty years old, why do I feel that I have been eating again and again and again and again.

In the final analysis, it was his stomach.

....

After supper, Lausanne helped him apply the medicine and sat on the sofa while watching TV and eating fruit.

Nian Junting sat by the side and watched her eat grapes and grapes, and grapes and oranges.