Yan Murong sadly discovered that he seemed to be impure. He understood Yan Minghua's words in an instant.
"Hehehe. You understand." Yan Minghua smiled strangely.
"I don't understand. I really don't understand." Yan Murong shook his head repeatedly. "My sister-in-law, I think we should find a hotel first. It costs a lot of money to wander around like this in a taxi."
"Okay. Then let's find a hotel to stay in." Yan Minghua nodded and said a few words to the driver in English. The driver nodded frequently. He still seemed to really understand English. Soon, he turned two. The person was sent to the entrance of a hotel called Ritz-Carlton.
"Will it be too expensive?" Yan Murong looked up at the luxuriously decorated hotel in front of him and asked with some distress.
"You don't have to pay for it." Yan Minghua rolled his eyes and walked in with his bag first. Yan Murong had to follow behind.
The room was opened soon, and it was the top-floor presidential suite. After Yan Murong saw the amount on **, he felt really distressed again. He was a good thrifty child. He felt that even if he had money, he shouldn't be It costs more than 20,000 US dollars to spend like this. Is the bed in this hotel covered with diamonds?
"Okay. Don't look like this, okay?" Yan Minghua said angrily. "I feel embarrassed even if I stand with you."
"Who is embarrassed? Who is embarrassed? It's me who is embarrassed." Yan Murong defended loudly. "Didn't you look at the front desk looking at me when you paid? Why do I think I'm the little white-faced person you keep?"
"Puchi." Yan Minghua was amused. She looked at Yan Murong up and down, pointing to the mirror in the elevator for disabled people and said, "Come on, look at it. See where you don't look like a little white-faced person. .”
So Yan Murong looked in the mirror obediently. Soon, he found sadly that he had a little white face and was wearing a little white face. Except for the heart in his chest, he was not a little white face. The heart and the rest are no different from the little face.
In fact, this is not the fault of Yan Murong. He wears clothes as he wears them as he is comfortable. He is not used to those suits that cost tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of yuan. He thinks it is more comfortable to wear such sportswear that costs hundreds of dollars each. I support domestic brands and are comfortable to wear. More importantly, I don’t have to worry about pulling my crotch when fighting. I don’t feel sorry for getting dirty if it gets dirty.
When Yan Murong walked into the room, he suddenly felt that the 20,000 US dollars spent was not unfair.
Luxurious decoration, comfortable furniture, and panoramic floor-to-ceiling skylights allow people to see the scenery of Tokyo at a glance.
"Oh, I'm so tired when I take a plane." Yan Minghua threw away his bag and fell on the white luxury cloth sofa without any image. He kicked the high-heeled sandals on his feet. He rolled on his hair and started to stretch his waist. This action happened to fall into Yan Murong's eyes. Suddenly, his eyes glared out unconsciously.
Small and delicate white toes, slender calves and plump thighs. A skirt that almost retreated to the base of the thighs because of stretching.---Yan Minghua's undoubtedly move was so charming and seductive. It made Yan Murong's eyes look unlucky. I was attracted to it consciously.
"It looks good." Yan Minghua asked with a smile.
"It looks good." Yan Murong nodded foolishly, his eyes unblinking.
"My looks good or your wife's."
"Your looks good."
"Do you want to get closer and look? Touch again by the way."
"Okay ---------------I didn't see anything."
Yan Murong was about to say goodbye, but suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right. He quickly came to his senses and saw that Yan Minghua had already sat up. He had a ladylike look with his thighs and legs, sitting on the sofa with strange looks. He smiled and saw that his hair was standing up all over his body.
"My sister-in-law, I didn't see anything." Yan Murong defended guiltily.
"I saw it if I see it." Yan Minghua blinked and giggled. "I didn't see it when I was a child----ever you let me take a shower with you with shamelessness. I was covered in my body. You haven't seen it before. How about it? Do you want to relive the classic clips of my childhood?"
Seduction. This is a naked ~ naked seduction.
Yan Murong was almost crying. How could this little sister-in-law do this? She was when she was a child. How old was she at that time? She was only six or seven years old.
"I really didn't see anything." Yan Murong looked aggrieved. "I was ignorant when I was a child----- Besides, how old would you be? I was just over ten years old and I couldn't even be considered adolescent. ”
As he said that, Yan Murong secretly glanced at Yan Minghua's chest, which was bulging and like two big steamed buns stuffed, and whispered. "Besides, there will be nothing at that time."
"Bang."
Yan Minghua's face suddenly changed and suddenly slapped the table.
"Little bastard. Are your eyes blind?" Yan Minghua was furious. "What's wrong with being ten years old? I'm not a woman at the age of ten. Can I develop my mother long ago?---------------------------------------------------------------------------- How can you say no? How can you say no?"
"No, no, no, I didn't mean that." Yan Murong knew that he had said the wrong thing and explained repeatedly. "I'm not saying no, I'm just saying it's a little smaller."
"Xiao. You actually said that my mother has small breasts." Yan Minghua was even more angry. He put his hands on his hips and thrust his chest. He pointed at Yan Murong and said, "Look. Open your mung bean eyes wide and see. It's small. ”
"I didn't say it." Yan Murong wanted to cry anxiously. "You said you were young."
"I said yes. You said no." Yan Minghua said. "No wonder they said you are a dick. I wonder why so many women like you."
“-----”
Yan Murong looked aggrieved and thought. The old man was right. Women are indeed much scarier than tigers---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It will bite people with the butt.
"Tell me, are my breasts big?" Yan Minghua stared at Yan Murong with a burning look and began to ask.
"Big. Very big." Yan Murong whispered. "It's bigger than a steamed bun."
"How big is a steamed bun for one dollar?"
"It's almost that big." Yan Murong stretched out his hand and said, gesturing a baby's head as big as the size of a baby's head.
"So big." Yan Minghua muttered, looked down at his chest, and nodded and said with satisfaction. "You are honest. You are really that big."
"Of course." Yan Murong smiled. "I'm not Zheng Wuming. I never say those empty-headed and stubborn words."
After saying that, Yan Murong suddenly felt that the temperature around him suddenly dropped. He turned to look and saw a strange smile on the corner of Yan Minghua's mouth.