Holding his bleeding nose, Yan Murong almost burst into tears. He didn't even bother to say harsh words, turned around and ran to the bathroom ----- He didn't have anything harsh to say, after all, this matter was
Hesitation caused by his improper behavior, he felt so guilty that he didn't even dare to look at Teng Xiangling, let alone say a few harsh words after being kicked.
After rinsing with water and raising his neck for a long time, Yan Murong took off the hand that was holding his nose and looked in the mirror after confirming that there was no more bleeding.
Fortunately, fortunately, the nose is not crooked or collapsed. Apart from some redness, there is no sign of disfigurement ----- He is not a handsome person to begin with. The nose is crooked. Let him do it in the future.
How to go out and meet people?
There is a saying that a man's face is related to the woman standing next to him - Yan Murong feels that in addition to the woman, it is also related to his appearance.
You look like Andy Lau, even if you are a pretty boy being kept by a rich woman, you are still handsome enough. If you look like eight taels of gold ----- then I'm sorry, even if you have a lot of gold and silver, other people's appearance
I'm very proud of you. It won't take long after eating with you for pregnant women to behave like eating their babies.
After looking in front of the mirror for a long time to make sure that he was still as handsome as ever and with no signs of disfigurement, Yan Murong gently opened the bathroom door, then first poked his head out, then his body, and finally
It's the legs.
"Are you willing to give it up?" Teng Xiangling looked at the embarrassed Yan Murong and asked coldly. "Tell me, if you don't explain it to me clearly today, you can just wait for your wife to call you tomorrow."
Yan Murong was shocked, he couldn't let Su Qingwu know about this - it didn't matter if Su Qingwu knew, after all, he had no intention of developing a shocking and strange love story with Su Qingwu.
The problem is, Su Qingwu is still his wife in name only. If she knows, she will definitely run to tell her parents - just with her mouth that can tell the dead that they are alive, and that...
She is always ready to harm him once in a while, but she is determined not to let him know.
She attempted to commit the crime. When Teng Xiangling told her, she didn't know how twists and turns it would become. And when Su Qingwu told her parents, the consequences were no less than those of Monkey Sun in Tathagata Buddha.
I peed on my finger.
"I told you you're not angry?" Yan Murong asked tentatively with a careful look on his face.
"Go on, as long as you explain it clearly to me, I won't cause trouble for you."
"I-----" Yan Murong thought about it for a long time, thought about the wording again in his mind, and then said. "I said, I particularly miss the birthday gift my mother gave me when I was five years old. Do you believe it?"
"Don't interrupt." Teng Xiangling said coldly. "Do you think I will believe it? What does what you do have to do with the birthday gift you received when you were five years old?"
"It does matter, and it matters a lot." Yan Murong said with a nostalgic expression. "I remember that year, my mother asked me to meet it, and I knew that I already had spring - looking back
That day, with the longing for it day and night, I was so anxious that I didn’t know when we would meet again.”
"That thing you are talking about was your toy when you were five years old?" Teng Xiangling looked at Yan Murong and asked.
"Yes." Yan Murong said with a sad face. "When I was ten years old, I said goodbye to it. When I came back, it had already returned to dust."
"Oh." Teng Xiangling nodded and continued to ask, "Does that mean it's still imprinted on your heart and can never be erased?"
"Eh? You know all this?" Yan Murong looked surprised.
"I can't erase your sister." Teng Xiangling was furious. He grabbed the pillow under his head and smashed it, followed by the cup on the bedside table, the instant pot, the ashtray, and ----- the hotel special
Some special items provided.
"You touched my breasts and dared to read lyrics to me - if I hadn't asked you for something, I would have stomped you downstairs." Teng Xiangling pointed at Yan Murong's nose and cursed. "
Say, what is it?"
"Yes-----it's a ball." Yan Murong said weakly.
"Ball?" Teng Xiangling was stunned and asked angrily. "Does that have anything to do with you touching my breasts?"
"Yes, it has a lot to do with it."
"what relationship?"
"This-----" Yan Murong hesitated. He was afraid that if he said it out, the crazy woman Teng Xiangling would come back to play with his life.
"If you fart, let it go." Teng Xiangling said coldly.
"This is what you asked me to say." Yan Murong said carefully. "I said, you are not allowed to be angry."
"I'm not angry, just tell me."
"I-----I just think that their shapes and sizes are about the same." Yan Murong said while looking at Teng Xiangling's face.
"Then what?"
"Then-----then I wanted to squeeze it and see if there was any difference in the feel of the ball."
"-----"
After listening to Yan Murong's words, Teng Xiangling fell completely silent. But there were more and more beads of sweat on Yan Murong's forehead - he knew that silence was often a precursor to an explosion.
Sure enough, after Teng Xiangling was silent for two minutes, Ming suddenly yelled, and then without caring about leaking the beauty, he kicked off the quilt and stood up from the bed.
"You bastard, how dare you find such an excuse to touch my breasts - rubber balls? How dare you compare those things filled with silicone with the natural ones like mine?"
"They are indeed similar." Yan Murong secretly glanced at Teng Xiangling's nightgown bag that fell off because she stood up too hastily, exposing half of her chest, and defended in a low voice.
"You still dare to say that?" Teng Xiangling's eyes widened with anger, and he looked at Yan Murong through gritted teeth. The anger in his heart was like boiling water, about to drain out.
Both men and women tend to lose their minds when they are angry - and then they always do stupid things.
Teng Xiangling was very angry now, so she became angry in her heart and turned evil into her courage. In front of Yan Murong's eyes, which were almost as big as eggs, she pulled down the strap of her nightgown and grabbed Yan Murong.
She put her hand on her chest, which was half covered by her bra.
"Touch, I ask you to touch it as much as you want," Teng Xiangling shouted angrily. "Rubber ball? Please explain to me clearly, how does my vagina look like a rubber ball?"
Yan Murong doesn't care about the ball now. His eyes are wide open, his mouth is wide, and his fingers are moving slightly.
"Sure enough, it's softer than a rubber ball." Yan Murong thought to himself, and then-----then, two nosebleeds were like a fountain. They spurted out with a "pop" and landed directly on Teng Xiangling's half-exposed chest.