Fall in Love with Mr. Nian Slowly

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Lausanne covered goose bumps and turned and went out.

Forty minutes later, the average Ting came out with a bowl of charred chicken broth and a pot of half-cooked rice.

Yan Su can't stand it anymore, "Nearby, you don't want us to eat this kind of food."

"You think too much, this is for our family Luo Luo from start to finish," Nian Junting watched Lausanne tenderly, "but it's all burnt, what should I do, but I have worked very hard, you see, My hands are scalded."

He stretched out his red hand to show Lausanne.

Lausanne is speechless, this wave of miserable sales is really...

"Near me, you can rest assured, Miss Xu knew long ago that you would do it wrong, and let me order takeaway," Lu Kang interjected with a smile.

"Good, we can't starve our Lolo," Ting nodded every year.

Just about to continue to speak, Lu Kang quietly kicked him under the table quietly and whispered: "Nian Zong, you forgot, Miss Nian said to let you talk less."

Nian Junting was depressed. What happened to him? His voice was like a cello.

But for now, let’s listen to that girl’s movie.

Next, the take-out was delivered, and the annual average Ting was only responsible for picking dishes and serving rice to Lausanne.

After eating, Lausanne studied his homework in his bedroom. Ting continued to bury his head in the kitchen and finally made a bowl of Tremella porridge.

Although the lotus seeds haven't been stewed yet, the taste is barely acceptable.

Lausanne was flattered.

At ten o'clock in the night, Lausanne went out to pour water, and he saw that the annual Ting had already laid a quilt silently on the sofa.

"Go back so late, don't sleep here," Lausanne couldn't help but say, "Besides Susu is also there, it's embarrassing for you to sleep like a big man."

"I don't feel relieved when you bleed such a big thing," the average annual Ting blinked and blinked. "I know you won't let me in, so I sleep outside, and I don't disturb you."

"..."

Is this selling miserable again...

Lausanne felt powerless. "It's just a matter of menstruation."

"It's a small thing for you, but it's a big thing for me," Nian Ting finished lying on the short sofa.

"All right, you go to my room to sleep," Lausanne really couldn't see anymore.

"Don't go, don't disturb you," Ting shrinks his legs every year.

"... whatever you want," Lausanne poured water and went back to the room.

The menstrual volume was particularly large on the first day, and the next day, Lausanne still stained his underwear.

She was replaced with a depressive new one, and the dirty one could not be washed away for a while. She wanted to soak it in water. As soon as she came in after eating breakfast, she found that Ting was holding her dirty underwear.

Her brain buzzed, only feeling that her head was full of blood.

"What are you doing?" She grabbed the basin and exploded with blush. "Who let you wash it."

"Wash it for you," the annual average Ting is a bit inexplicable.

Lausanne was about to collapse. Although she had kissed her in the most private places, she still could not accept men touching their privacy clothes, especially underwear, "It's dirty, okay."

"Just wash when it's dirty."

Lausanne's face was red and red, "It's congested."

"Well, is there any difference between the blood deposited in it and the blood," Ting Ting took the basin calmly and continued washing. "What's the big deal. I used to be in the army and often bleed and bleed. It's almost the same."

Lausanne: "..."

She looked at the picture he washed, and the whole person didn't know whether it was a little more touching or more embarrassing.