Fall in Love with Mr. Nian Slowly

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update Mr. Nian, slowly like your latest chapter!Lausanne grunted, "It's still my brother. Lucy is really a good man. Whoever can marry him in the future must be very happy."

Ting is speechless every year, "Do you believe what he said?"

"I believe," Lausanne nodded. "Because I am a good woman, my brother is like me, and he must be a good man too. Unfortunately, he is a bit younger, otherwise he can be introduced to Susu."

"Lu Kang likes Yan Su," the annual average Ting is not cold.

"Oh, yes," Lausanne nodded. "Did I just think about it? I know it's impossible."

After returning to the car, Lausanne fastened his seat belt. "Your dad seems to be quite stimulated, is it okay."

"Well," the average Ting responded while driving, "alive."

Lausanne was ashamed.

Is not this nonsensical.

"The uncle Zeng brought by your mother, what do you think?"

"We were married once ten years ago, but later we divorced. I like my mother for three or four years. I have been waiting for her."

Lausanne suddenly said, "It's quite infatuating to say this. When I was eating just now, it's pretty good to see him take care of your mother. In fact, it's quite good. Woman, when you are young, you may want to find someone you love. You are getting older. It will change slowly. What is more needed is someone who loves her and can be cared for and taken care of."

"Well, I also hope that someone will take good care of her," Ting's annual average flashes through the deep and complicated, "Yes, Lolo, what about my birthday gift."

"..."

Is this topic a bit too fast?

Lausanne was a little ignorant.

"You will not fail to prepare for me," the average annual Ting's face is dim.

"No, I'm ready, I'll give you at night," Lausanne turned vaguely.

The average annual Ting turned clear.

Today is his birthday. It is too early to go back in the afternoon. Ting buys a ticket to go to the movies every year.

During the holidays, there are many movies released, and there is a lot of choice.

When choosing which movie to watch, the annual average Ting consulted Lausanne's opinion, "What movie do you want to watch."

Lausanne had also read comments from netizens on the Internet before, thinking about it and saying, "Detect the case in Chinatown."

Ting nodded every year and turned back to the conductor: "Come two tickets to "Operation of the Red Sea", select the spot, the position is better."

Lausanne: "..."

She patted him on the shoulder, "I just said Chinatown detective."

"I know, I just asked you what movie you want to watch, but I didn't say that you would choose it," the average Ting said bluntly.

"..."

Why do you think he owes it so much?

The ticket seller was also speechless, but still said with a smile: "The Red Sea operation came up at the box office these days, the plot is good, and there are many people watching."

After buying a good ticket, the annual average Ting asked: "Do you want to eat something?"

Lausanne rolled his eyes at him. "You are full of anger."

"My birthday today," the annual average Ting Youyou reminded.

Yes, your birthday, your best.

Lausanne endured.

After entering the theater, there were still many people.

Every year Ting looked at the eyes.

After reading it, he sighed with emotion, "Although it is a bit exaggerated, but after reading it, the blood is boiling, and suddenly I want to go back to be a soldier."

"..."

If you go back, I won't stop.

"The motherland is really powerful," Ting Wan continued.

"...Well, it's quite powerful."

Lausanne's perfunctory echo.

After getting in the car, she heard him call Lu Kang, "Put the movie theater in, let every department go to see the Red Sea action, and cultivate this patriotic feeling."

Lausanne: "..."

A husband who retired as a soldier might look like this.

"What kind of look are you," Ting Ting hangs up the phone and suddenly glances at her, "You seem to disagree."

"No," Lausanne shook his head like a rattle.

The annual average Ting huhs, "I don’t know yet, the patriotic feelings of your little women and little girls are not strong enough now. You should cultivate them well. I will introduce you to some beautiful and classic wars at night. sheet."

"..."

No, she doesn't like watching war movies.

...

Back at the villa, it was half past five.

It was dark at night and the sky was full of glow outside.

At seven o'clock, Sister Lan prepared a table, turned off the lights, lit two red candles, and Wu Guanjia went to the house behind.

Lausanne was feeling weird while drinking the black chicken soup in the bowl and looking at the two red candles on the side.

Is this a candlelight dinner?

That’s not the atmosphere of Western food.

"Don't you think it's weird to light two candles in home cooking," Lausanne said weakly, preferring to turn on the light.

"I don't think so," Ting averaged a piece of sashimi dipped in wasabi and was very comfortable eating.

Lausanne's eyes looked red, "I want to eat too."

"No, you can't eat raw," Tingjun refused flatly.

Lausanne gritted his teeth. "Can't you stop eating these things in front of me? You know I will be jealous. No, you will eat with me later."

"No, you should get used to it," after the annual average Ting refused, he made another piece of fresh crab meat and dipped it in the sauce. "I can't eat such a delicious thing for you."

Lausanne helps.

I really want to kill him.

I really regret giving him a baby.

After eating a shameless meal, my hands spread out, "What about my gift."

Lausanne was unhappy and replied angrily: "No."

Every year Ting is unhappy when he hears it, and Jun looks sad.

He looked forward to this birthday present for a long time.

"All right, there are," Lausanne stood up helplessly, opened the cupboard next to the drunkard, and took out a packed carton and handed it to him.

Every year, Ting's eyes light up immediately, and he is in a good mood holding the box. "I haven't received a girlfriend's gift for nearly ten years after my birthday."

"You don't need to remind me of the fact that you have had a girlfriend before," Lausanne shook with a cold eye.

The average annual Ting still can't help but feel good, "What did you give me, I have no clue with my ingenuity, it is really full of surprises."

"You just open it and see," Lausanne bowed his head when he finished.

Every year Ting unpacks, and inside is a brown carton. When he opens it, he finds that there is another carton inside.

After removing the six cartons in a row, the cartons became smaller and smaller, and his face became grayer and grayer, "What the hell are you hiding inside."

It's so small, maybe it's a ring.

Lausanne threw out his tongue.

The annual average Ting had to keep his head down and continued to dismantle it. When it was so small that only his fingers were behind, he was desperate and opened the last one again. There was only a note inside.

"This is the gift you gave me?" The annual average Ting is almost mad, "Why do you hide a piece of broken paper so deeply?"

"Look at it," Lausanne reminded.

He opened the note and wrote a sentence: Can meet any of your conditions.