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Forgive Ye Ye for not knowing what the hell is Lala.

Although this term is not new, it is obviously a certain distance from when he was young and kept up with the times.

The mansion was quiet, Zhang Xiaojian had been brewing for a long time, but his father-in-law...was such a pure person.

Lao Ye tilted his head, waiting for her answer.

Ye Mozhu hesitated to say something but stopped, always feeling that he and his father felt very strange and awkward.

However, in order that his little sword would not be bloody on the spot tonight, she coughed, earnestly and holy, and said to her father: "That's...that's..."

Lao Ye raised his brows and stared at his bulging eyes: "What is it? Can you please say it?"

Ye Mozhu breathed out: "It's the lace edge, lily..."

After speaking, she let out a sigh of relief, but Zhang Xiaojian looked at her...No, your dad doesn't even know Lala, how can you be sure he knows what Lace Edge and Lily are?

Sure enough, Lao Ye's eyebrows rose and the other fell, looking at his daughter as if saying something important, but he couldn't understand it, and he couldn't help asking, "What are these?"

Zhang Xiaojian stretched out his hands, held it with his four fingers, raised his thumbs, and said figuratively: "It's just two women." Speaking of this, his two thumbs made a kiss.

Lao Ye's old face froze in an instant.

He understood Zhang Xiaojian's gestures, and felt that his values ​​for more than 40 years had been severely impacted, and he couldn't say a word for a while...

After Lao Ye digested and accepted, he immediately said, "Really?"

Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu were frightened at the same time, and then slowly nodded.

Hearing this, Lao Ye immediately developed enlightenment... Some muttered to himself, some regretfully said: "I said why Chen Ning hasn't found a man for so many years."

"It turned out... it turned out to be like this."

Lao Ye looked at the overhead chandelier and sighed.

Presumably...I also remembered the unsuccessful youth of Chen Ning.

...

Lao Ye still didn't lift the knife after all.

Zhang Xiaojian finally didn’t have to stand behind the sofa and was always ready to make a sudden stop and change direction. Instead, he sat down and looked at the god-shaking old Ye. Suddenly... he realized that the news he had made up caused him a heavy burden. Blow.

Lao Ye had indeed been in a trance.

This should be considered normal, after all, Chen Ning is the youth of one generation, the memories of two generations, and the goddess of three generations.

But other than that, Chen Ning is not only the most dazzling star in the entertainment industry, for the people of Jiangcheng, Chen Ning is their pride.

Zhang Xiaojian can understand...

But actually Lao Ye didn't think about this at all.

He always felt that Zhang Xiaojian was lying to him, but the inherently conservative three views told him that this matter should not be joking casually, and Zhang Xiaojian could not be shameless, nor could he use such lies to prevaricate him.

Therefore, the old Ye Xin called Zhang Xiaojian.

And seeing him sitting on the sofa like a schoolboy, uh... it's kind of pleasing to the eye.

Of course it's so pleasing...Who is Zhang Xiaojian?Now he is the dream lover of thousands of young girls, Mr. Zhang, whom countless men want to become, one of China's most famous characters now.

In the variety show, he is a domineering president, he is a tycoon who spends a lot of money, he is a national husband who owns a mansion, a luxury car, and has a family background of not knowing how many hundred million people are.

But every time he faced himself, he immediately saw a cat like a mouse, with a humble attitude and low posture into the mud.

This contrast will make the old leaf feel more or less refreshing.

So he said: "Little sword."

Hearing the voice was soft, Zhang Xiaojian immediately hit the snake with the stick and said, "Hey, you said it."

Old Ye waved his hand and put his hand on his forehead: "Since it's here, it's okay for me to stay here for a few more days."

Zhang Xiaojian: "What you are saying is a family, how long are you willing to live..."

Ok?

After saying this, he always feels something is wrong...

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Father-in-law is coming, so naturally he has to prepare the best guest room.

Of course, because of his father’s arrival, Ye Mozhu was naturally embarrassed to get into Zhang Xiaojian’s bed at night...

The father and daughter talked about some parents’ shortcomings. Zhang Xiaojian left space for them, and returned to the room alone. Suddenly, he felt that the bedroom without Mozhu had lost his soul, and the softness of his fingertips was gone...

While tossing and turning, time flickered to the latter half of the night.

Zhang Xiaojian, who was awakened by urine, picked up the phone and sent a WeChat message to Ye Mozhu, but did not get a response. From this, she concluded that she should have fallen asleep.

So he stood up, put on a half sleeve and walked out of the room, to the bathroom.

I just don’t know why, there is always a slight sound of'DUANG, DUANG, DUANG.'...

Zhang Xiaojian thought it was an illusion and washed his face. As his mind became clear, his voice became clearer.

Glancing at his watch, at three o'clock in the morning, and listening to the rhythmic voice in his ear, Zhang Xiaojian didn’t know why he shuddered, but he subconsciously followed the sound downstairs and came to the living room on the first floor with only micro-starlight. .

As a result, the body became tighter involuntarily.

There is a sound of sharp objects that seem to break into the flesh... Most of the time, the frequency is the same, but occasionally, it seems that there will be some obstacles, which produces a more intense sound.

Zhang Xiaojian cautiously came to the corner of the living room. After looking at the kitchen, his little heart trembled involuntarily...

In the open kitchen, a middle-aged man with a kitchen knife in his hand is chopping something.

Messy hair, sparse stubble, and a cigarette in his mouth diagonally, the light from the cigarette butt and the starlight intertwined to reflect his slightly melancholy side face, but it left his neck and body in shadow. in.

What is even more frightening is that the big eyeballs on his face did not blink, his eyes were a little dazed, and he seemed to be numb to what he was doing.

The kitchen knife that occasionally reflects a light in the hand falls, makes a sound, lifts it up, and falls again, just like a machine...

And from Zhang Xiaojian’s current angle, it happened to be blocked by the coffee machine on the sink, and I couldn’t see what was being chopped under the kitchen knife...

It was also at this time, I don't know if the force was too strong, although a few drops of blood fell and splashed out, dotted with half of the knife holder's face.

Zhang Xiaojian's legs softened and he almost collapsed on the ground...

It was also because he leaned against the wall, the middle-aged man with a kitchen knife in his hand heard the sound, so he twisted his neck mechanically, made a'click', and looked at Zhang Xiaojian with numb eyes.

"Is it annoying you?"

The tone is a little soft...and a little gentle.

As he said, he also showed a smile, holding a kitchen knife with a scarlet blade in his right hand, wiped his face with the back of his hand, spreading out a little bit of blood... Therefore, the gentle voice just now also became Increasingly terrifying.

Seeing Zhang Xiaojian's lips flicked, he smiled and said, "It's okay, don't be afraid. As a chef, as a father, it is reasonable to get up early in the morning to prepare a rich breakfast for your daughters tomorrow."

Is it reasonable...

Is this reasonable...

Lao Ye, did you scare me on purpose!

Zhang Xiaojian felt that his back was only breeze...