The devil respects the generation guide, and my sentinel loves brainstorming.

Suddenly there were only two people left in the room, Yu Weining and Ning Zhiyuan. Perhaps because they were leaving in a hurry, the door closed loudly.

Ning Zhiyuan's expression was bleak: "Yulaosi, calm down..."

"Can't calm down at all."

Yu Weining unbuttoned his shirt and used his mental tentacles to tie up the guide who was about to run away: "Don't worry, it will be quick."

Ning Zhiyuan struggled on the sofa and said: "Only a ghost can believe you! After so many days, you can only be a ghost if you can be fast!"

Yu Weining bit the back of Ning Zhiyuan's neck, and then licked the shallow teeth marks: "You can try to believe me."

Ning Zhiyuan beat the sofa with hatred, the sentry's mouth, the liar, whoever believes it is two hundred and five!

The wedding is almost confirmed. Now that I’m not nervous, I’m starting to think about it, right?

damn thing!

……

Gentle kisses continued to fall on Ning Zhiyuan's face. He heard the sentry's forbearing and loving voice: "I love you, baby. I'm really looking forward to our wedding."

Ning Zhiyuan said: "We are an old couple, we are just having a wedding, why are you acting like a young boy..."

But his arms tightly wrapped around Yu Weining's shoulders, and his hands caressed the back of his neck soothingly.

……

Ning Zhiyuan flexed his hands and feet in the bathtub: "You finally kept your word today."

The battle was resolved that day, and Ning Zhiyuan, who was used to high-intensity battles for days, felt very relaxed.

Yu Weining's fingertips rubbed the vagina gently and gently: "Then...can I apply for a reward?"

Ning Zhiyuan took the sentry's arm and smiled dangerously: "You can apply, and then I will beat you into cornstarch (one meter six)."

Yu Weining understood and moved his legs to interrupt him.

Ning Zhiyuan grabbed Yu Weining's hand and started to play: "If Xiao Ci makes trouble and the wedding is not as successful as you imagined, what will you do?"

"Then beat him until he has no more corn cakes (one meter high)." Yu Weining's eyes were cold and his tone was full of murderous intent.

Ning Zhiyuan inserted his fingers into Yu Weining's fingers, clasped his fingers together and raised his head with a smile: "I'm quite looking forward to that. Remember not to spank in front of the queen. After all, he is her father. I'm afraid she will accept it." No."

"...Don't expect this."

Yu Weining fully hoped that the wedding would be a success.

Ning Zhiyuan rolled his eyes and his stomach was filled with bad water: "Yulaosi, you can make a wish. Just say that the man is willing to abstain from sex for one year so that the wedding can go smoothly and successfully. Generally, this is the most effective way to make a wish."

Yu Weining: "I'm going to kill Xiao Ci now."

"Hey, don't be like this." Ning Zhiyuan turned around and rubbed his paws back and forth on Yu Weining's chest muscles to comfort him:

"I'm waiting to watch the show. I love the show where the villain thinks he has done all his tricks and it turns out to be nothing."

Yu Weining held Ning Zhiyuan's hand, put it to her mouth and took a bite: "Do you still want me to make a wish?"

Ning Zhiyuan hummed twice: "Do you like me or not?"

Yu Weining: "I don't like to make wishes, I only like to make wishes to you."

"Hey - you are so numb."

Ning Zhiyuan withdrew his hand and stood up from the bathtub: "I'm almost done soaking. If I continue soaking with you, I'll get enough goosebumps to stir-fry a whole dish of vegetables."

After taking a quick shower under the shower, Ning Zhiyuan walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe.

Yu Weining's eyes were dark. After the wedding, it would be the wedding night.

Not urgent.

Ning Zhiyuan sat by the bed and wiped his hair. Many messages popped up in the group. When he clicked on them, he saw that it was Zhou Ding who was dancing in the group.

Zhou Dayun: [Ning Zhiyuan! Are you having a wedding? ! 】

Zhou Dayun: [Damn, you actually used paper invitations. Although this seems very important, my mailbox has not been used in 800 years! It’s still inherited from my grandfather’s generation! 】

Zhou Dayong: [I heard Luo Kun and the others said they had received the invitation, so they hurried home and checked the mailbox! 】

Zhou Dayun: [Do you need a best man? I'm signing up! 】

Ning Zhiyuan refused coldly: [No need, just bring someone to eat with you. 】

Zhou Dayong: [Don’t need to bring red envelopes? 】

Ning Zhiyuan: [You won’t be allowed in without a red envelope. 】

Zhou Ding said in disbelief: "Have you seen what he said in the group? Doesn't he treat me as a brother? He won't let me in without a red envelope!"

After being shocked, without waiting for Luo Kun and Wang Wangcai to reply, he went to the group and continued to pick out words: "If you don't let me in, I will climb out of the window!" 】

Ning Zhiyuan: [I’ll have someone guard the window with a rolling pin. If you climb up, I’ll pound it down for you. 】

Luo Kun: [[Picture], don’t worry, he specially bought a red envelope and then withdrew the cash. 】

"Luo Kun! You big mouth!"

Zhou Ding raised his head and gave Luo Kun a dissatisfied look.

Luo Kun took out a bag of Qianshi's new Donghu vinegar fish-flavored potato chips and threw it to Zhou Ding: "Limited edition, I managed to get it for you."

Zhou Ding immediately beamed.

Wang Wangcai opened a bottle of mint-flavored soda.

as expected:

"Yue! Bah, bah, bah! What does this smell like!"

Zhou Ding took the soda and drank half of it: "It tastes poisonous!"

This was the first time Luo Kun heard Zhou Ding describe the taste of potato chips in a vicious way, so he took one and put it in his mouth.

"Yue! Fuck!"

The other half of the bottle of soda went into Luo Kun's stomach.

"Wang Wangcai, you seem to know that this food is delicious."

Wang Wangcai picked up the remaining potato chips with a sealed folder: "We ate them when we were traveling, and we forgot about them so quickly?"

Luo Kun said speechlessly: "I never thought that a potato chip could so perfectly replicate the taste of vinegar fish, and it was sold in limited quantities. I thought it was a good thing."

I didn't expect it to be so vicious.

Zhou Ding put the potato chips in his backpack: "Give it to Ning Zhiyuan to try when I attend the wedding."

On the day of the wedding, Ning Zhiyuan was cracking melon seeds at Ning's house and waiting for Yu Weining to arrive.

He glanced at the potato chip bag in Zhou Ding's hand and spat out the melon seed skin: "Take it away, only fools will eat it."

Fool No. 1 Zhou Ding: "It tastes good, really."

Fool No. 2 Luo Kun: "It's really okay."

Ning Zhiyuan finished eating the melon seeds in his hand, clapped his hands and said, "Delicious food cannot be kept in Zhou Ding's hands for more than half an hour. If it can be brought here, it should be in the category of inedible."

He grabbed another handful of peanuts and said to Zhou Ding, who was staring at the snacks on the coffee table: "Take what you want to eat - but you have to finish this bag of potato chips first."

Want to harm me?

Hmm, let you know what it means to taste the bitter consequences.

Zhou Ding swallowed: "I don't want to eat it."

Ning's mother came with breakfast at this time: "You haven't had breakfast yet, right?"

On the table are: crab roe soup dumplings, crab powder cakes, crystal shrimp dumplings, satay money belly...

This time, everyone present heard the sound of Zhou Ding swallowing.

Ning's mother smiled and said, "Sit down and eat quickly. Come here early in the morning. Thank you for your hard work."

Zhuang Huaiyu reservedly picked up a crystal shrimp dumpling and said, "My aunt's breakfast is finally on a higher level."

Ning Zhiyuan picked up the straw and inserted it into the crab roe soup bag, took a sip, and said with a smile: "This is not to match the gift from my cousin~"

When Zhuang Huaiyu mentioned the gift, his face tightened and he began to feel distressed again.

She wanted to eat more, and she also wanted to eat more at the banquet in the evening. It would be better if she could return a little.

Zhou Ding crushed the potato chips and prepared to hold his nose and suffocate.

Ning Zhiyuan stopped him: "Don't eat it, keep this, I can use it."

Zhou Ding stared at the breakfast on the table eagerly.

Ning Zhiyuan: "Come and eat."

Zhou Ding immediately jumped onto the table and started the crazy inhalation mode.

Ning Zhiyuan sprinkled the crushed potato chips on the small cake, poured the rest into a cup, and topped it with milk.

Wang Wangcai asked tentatively: "Don't you want these..."

Ning Zhiyuan smiled slightly: "Yes, yes."

Qi Gengyun held up the mustard sauce: "Do you want this?"

Ning Zhiyuan gave him a "well done" look, took the mustard sauce, squeezed it into the milk and stirred it.

Zhou Ding saw that his eating speed slowed down: "Why are you wasting the food? Such dark food."

Ning Zhiyuan smiled calmly: "If you don't waste it, someone will eat it."

Yu Weining's eyelids twitched as he raised his hand to knock on the door.