"Who said you hit my woman with one hand, huh?" Zhou Xinghe's eyes were scarlet, as if he was going to kill him, and his emotions were so strong that he couldn't even stop him.

The yellow-haired man was beaten hard and couldn't get up even if he ran, but there were no 2 or scars on his face. The reason was that he found Zhou Xinghe to pick the most sensitive parts of the body's pain, but it did not hurt people.

This is the experience of Master Zhou fighting since childhood.

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong, just spare me!" The yellow-haired man curled up in pain, and intermittently.

After a long time, the police finally arrived.

Meng Fan and Zhou Xinghe didn't say anything, and directly handed the couple to the police. According to the principle of handling the case, the police took notes for Meng Fan and the other four in turn. Perhaps there was a tacit understanding. The three of them said the same thing, and even the boss did not tell the story of asking Zhou Xinghe to beat someone in the backyard. In the end, the couple could only eat coptis chinensis in a mute manner, and could not say anything about the suffering.

The matter of the printing shop wasted some time. When Meng Fan drove them back three times, Tang Di and Ye Qing had already gone to have dinner first.

Meng Fan quickly explained, "I'll order takeout for you. You two will finish writing the words on the lanterns here, Zhou Xinghe, you will be with them here."

"Brother, what about you?" Bentham was wronged in the afternoon and felt a little depressed. He originally thought not to write, but he also thought that it was related to his sister and idol. A little girl had to keep her grievances and could not show it.

Meng Fan: "I want to go back to the company to hold a meeting, and I have to sign some documents."

Bentham curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, "The president is so busy? What should I do if my sister-in-law does?"

Bentham was so sorry that he wanted to yell at Meng Fan, but she didn't dare. She couldn't take risks with pocket money.

Zhou Xinghe was sitting next to her, and all the girl's expressions could not escape his eye, including what she had just called "resentment"!

After Meng Fan placed the order, he wrote Chengzi's mobile phone number and quietly said something to Chengzi. Bentham only saw his brother's sinful hand pulling Chengzi's head twice, and the corners of his mouth were so smiled that it was so hard that he couldn't bear to let go.

"I ordered crayfish for you. When I deliver it to you later, Bentham, please help your sister-in-law get it. I will leave first, call me after I finish writing, and I will ask you to pick you up home."

"Brother Fan, no need. I'll send them to you later."

Meng Fan felt like a mirror in his heart. Of course, he knew what he was thinking, just to please my sister?! Xiao Fei, you are still too young!

"It's okay, but you'll just send Qinqin home. I'll come here to pick her up later." Meng Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Bentham, and kissed the orange in front of her before leaving with satisfaction.

It was five or eighteen pm now, and it had been ten minutes since Bentham saw his brother kissing orange. Her mouth was wide open and her saliva was almost gone.

"Close." Zhou Xinghe looked at her dazed look and felt a little cute. Why didn't he find that she had such a side before? He thought that the little girl Bentham would only be shocked.

Sure enough, he underestimated her.

The big red paper lantern is written in long-lasting Hui ink. Every poem and every word are the best memories of the couple.

"Bright eyes and white teeth?" Bentham became more and more confused as he wrote, so what exactly did his brother-in-law want to express?

Do you just use these adjectives simply because you think they are good? It shouldn't be that superficial!

"When writing, pay attention to the order. The first thirteen and last fourteen are written in words, and the others are written in poems." Zhou Xinghe really felt that his second brother's request was really long-winded. Isn't it just a proposal? As for how it is so complicated?

Little did he know that he would be like this in the future, and he even did it himself several times but was not satisfied.

But these are all later stories.

Time passed by minute by minute, and each of the 100 lanterns was handwritten, and it was impossible to complete before seven o'clock. Although Bentham grew up in the UK, her parents had asked her to practice calligraphy since she was a child. The most common practice of Liu style is the Liu style, but why did this lantern be written in Kaiyi? Her speed dropped severely. In the end, she was so hungry that she was fed to her. She only knew to eat quietly, but she didn't notice that the man who was already covered in hand was covered in oil and gently smiled.

Hurry up and Bentham finally finished writing sixty-three before seven o'clock, and the rest could only come over and write tomorrow morning.

"Qinqin, we have to go back, otherwise my sister will find out." Orange looked at the watch anxiously and hurriedly walked outside. Unexpectedly, someone who was not careful and directly bumped into Meng Fan's arms who had just entered the door.

"Why, have you started to throw yourself into your arms after only a few hours?"

"Get out!" Orange is not a bully. Her look made Meng Fan, the boss who was used to giving orders, retreated.

"Okay, don't be angry." Meng Fan held the orange's chubby little face in the palm of his hand and formed a small meat ball, making people look full of sensuality.

"Ahem~" There are still people here. If you want to be intimate and show your love, can you go to the side?! Bentham was so angry about the afternoon incident. Now his eyes were full of bad intentions when he looked at Meng Fan.

Meng Fan was not stupid either, so he said, "Xinghe helped me send my sister home." Then Mr. Meng took his girlfriend to Xiaoyao.

Tu Lu Bentham stood alone alone, with a man next to him whom he didn't like, and he felt bad in an instant.

"I'll go back by myself, you can go back too." Bentham said as he wanted to walk forward, but Zhou Xinghe didn't give her this opportunity at all.

Men often exercise, but their hands are not as strong as they are. Women's hands are tightly clenched and they cannot even be pulled open.

Zhou Xinghe's eyes had long lost the original clarity, and added a deep feeling that was not consistent with his age. "Bentham, do you hate me so much?"

Bentham was stunned by the question and subconsciously replied, "No, I don't hate you."

"If you don't hate it, you just like it."

"Is there something wrong with your Chinese? Whoever tells you that you don't hate it is just like it?"

"You taught my Chinese."

"Uh..." It seems that this is true, but she has never taught him to use it randomly!

Bentham didn't know how to explain to him, so he raised his hand speechlessly and held his forehead, "Let me go first, you hold it too tightly, my hand hurts."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xinghe did not let go of the first time, but gradually relaxed the strength to imprison her, "Bentham, I don't want to let go."

The nightfall in the winter of the imperial capital fell very early, and the sky was already dark by less than seven o'clock, just like a naughty child accidentally knocking over the ink and smudged into a dark ink painting.

The starry sky in the city always lacks some starlight, and the neon lights that embellish the color of life are all over the sky. With the faint light of the street lights, Zhou Xinghe saw every expression on her face clearly. At first, she was surprised, but later gradually turned into impatient, and there were some aggrieved crying in the middle. In his eyes, every expression of her was a memory worthy of treasure in his life.

The two of them were speechless, and the passing crowd hurriedly glanced at them and left. The pace under their feet was so fast that they lost their gossip.

"Bentham, I heard that your Chinese department is very good at writing lyrics, why don't you write lyrics for me!"

Perhaps it was because of the night's chaotic nerves, Bentham didn't know why he agreed. After returning home, he still couldn't figure it out, but there was a voice in his heart that he would regret it if he didn't agree.

The night outside the window was so seductive. After a day of work, Bian Lingxi returned home and found that Bian Tingzi had prepared the meal and the others had not come back yet. After dinner, Bian Lingxi brushed the bowl, ran to the sofa and sat down, took out her cell phone.

"Hey, where is my Weibo?"

Bentham & Orange: Level 1 Alert!
Chapter completed!