lifetime

Then, what happened next?

Shao Kou's head was about to explode, he managed to recover, bent his waist and straightened his back, and then he ate a whale, what the hell is it?

Why is the whole body naked like a catfish? Who is so good that he can take off the clothes on his body, and why is there a mess on the floor? Hey, let’s just say that white wine is not advisable. You are a fool when you are drunk. I don't know what kind of dick I have, so I can't control my mouth, and I deserve it.

He casually collected the towels and clothes on the ground, turned them out and put on his pants, intending to drain the water and then drink some water.

In the middle of the night, he didn't close the toilet door, he was so cool, suddenly he heard a sigh from behind, and then he calmly accused, "Little Kouzi, do you know that you have been playing with a big knife all day? You know You have violated my right to name, do you know that you have seriously affected my daily life?"

The more he said, the more outrageous he would be.

"Boss, you come out of nowhere and talk like a ghost standing behind a person. It's easy to cause me impotence and premature ejaculation. Don't you also have to compensate me for mental damage?"

He also learned how to bite back.

Bian Muqi's head almost smoked, are you impotent?Who was playing around with his hand in the morning, ghost.

"Come out, I have to show you your virtue after drunk."

Bian Mu really admired himself, it was a miracle that he was able to stand at the door of the toilet with this bastard for a long time.

And even without flushing the toilet.

Shao Kou pulled up his trousers and came out, his throat was already smoking with thirst. He passed the man sitting on the sofa and went straight to the kitchen. Muddy bowls, and two pairs of chopsticks. In addition, there are two dog bowls in the trash can. No wonder the yin and yang are strange. It turns out that there is no food and no chef to serve you.

Boil water over there, cut a passion fruit here, take out the yogurt and pour it in, take out two pieces of Tahitian steak from the refrigerator, lay them flat in a small frying pan, take them out and sprinkle with black pepper, and a few Sausage, cut it, cut it, and fry it with oil. He was so hungry, he first dusted a pancake with water, swallowed it in a few mouthfuls, raised his head and poured more than half of the warm water, and then turned around to put the steak and sausage on the plate, "Come on , Passion fruit yogurt, here, here, you eat instant noodles all day long?"

Facing the temptation of delicious food, Bian Mu couldn't stand it. He patted his butt, got up, smelled the fragrance, and started to eat after sitting down, ah, it's delicious.

Small sample, one meal can easily handle you, but he miscalculated this time.

This emergency was listed as a key project to be resolved by Bianmu.

"I'm going to add an item to the contract..."

Huh?

"Where did you throw the little bastard?"

The two men spoke at the same time, Shao Kou's voice was louder, completely covering him, looking around, and asked again, "What did you do with it?"

I am the old hag in Snow White, and I can feed him poisoned apples.

"Can you speak human language? If you don't, just shut up and listen to me."

Bian Mu raised the silver fork in his hand to face him, his voice was deep and deep like a shady voice, "You, from now on, during the working period, you are not allowed to drink, do you understand?"

Hey, Shao Kou nodded.

"You, drinking crazy today, openly peed on the living room floor, will write a self-criticism later, and then wipe the floor ten times with your hands, do you understand?"

Hey, Shao Kou nodded while supporting his forehead.

"You, look into my eyes, tell me, who is the border collie?"

Fuck, damn, playing so big?

Shao Kou lowered his eyes, put his forehead on his forehead and pretended to have a headache, "Oh, this pure food is so strong after drinking, it seems to have exploded in his head."

Pull, pull far if you have the ability.

That's what the little painter's eyes meant.

"Uh, huh, it's not that the weather is good, I'm talking nonsense, your lord has a lot, please forgive me, okay?"

Hmph, the most beautiful thing to say is you.

"You, starting tomorrow, fifty characters a day, I can only count if I pass the inspection, Xiao Kouzi, the wound does not hurt and the memory does not grow. I am an honorable supervisor. In addition, the review book must be written with connotation, and the number of words must not be less. For [-] characters, please give it to me when I wake up tomorrow, if it is delayed, the consequences, you know, add [-] a day, understand?"

Ten thousand is your dog's name.

"Where's the dog?"

Just thinking about your poor dog, "It's sleeping upstairs, like a dead pig."

Dogs who don’t know people may indeed care more about their appearance. Even if they are rejected by their owners, they still stick to each other, lying down by the door and sleeping soundly, but it’s uncomfortable to make a nest in someone’s house. Whining all night, sleepless.

Before writing the self-criticism, Shao Kou went upstairs to take a look at this little bastard, and he really was a little bastard.

This time, the upstairs light finally went out, while the downstairs light was as bright as day. There was a man sitting in front of the desk. He held a pen in his hand and scribbled on the paper casually. Yes, it was scribbles. I don't have any special thoughts, but just, touched, yes, he is very touched, when a person has experienced unimaginable suffering, if she is extraordinarily strong and self-loving, she will win the respect of others even more, and he saw People who are the complete opposite, heh, why not a few decades in advance, I guess, she will be very happy, um, maybe it's a great honor.

The clock is swinging, wobbling, one frame and one second, reincarnating the overlapping moments, isn't it, it is the moment of encounter.

Everyone in the village gets up early, those who walk, those who exercise, those who play chess, Bian Mu greeted each of them, and went back with a piece of tofu. Hey, he has to please the little ancestor. Hey, there are big characters and reviews. Who can play? turn.

Pressing my temples, I still feel a headache. Just now I saw the old man next door, playing chess with a sad face. This person probably felt better when he got into the crowd. He just drank when he went home. The living can’t follow the dead. Compared with other people, at least there is no heart, and there will be no pain.

The little bastard got up very early, looked up at him cutely for a while, then dragged a cushion that Bian Mu bought for him yesterday, and moved it to the French window, plopped on his head, with the sun shining on his head, waiting for the chef to make it ready Meals, delivered to your door.

This one is two big assholes.

One day he would have to chop off his own hand, and then he could escape this nightmare. He might as well be a serious cook, at least, he wouldn't have to pay homage to his ancestors.

In addition, he decided to change his screen name to Pindao, and he has officially entered the poor way.

Let’s make some tofu together with prawns and some scallops. Soak some vermicelli and steam it, then stir-fry two Maocai. Just in time, Bian Mu came downstairs after taking a shower. He glanced at his shoulder and muttered, "Didn't I tell you, don't your hair get wet, there's no hair dryer in the room?"

There is a hair dryer, it is too heavy, and my hands are tired.

"What about the review paper?"

Eh?

"I'm sure you weren't sleepwalking last night."

This excuse is perfect.

"There's so much nonsense, if you don't write it, it's [-]."

You have so many dogs.

"Sit down, and I'll blow-dry your hair. Your instructions, when have I been negative at work, are at the dining table, please review carefully by Teacher Bian."

The smile on the corner of Bian Mu's mouth almost reached his ears. A good mood is contagious. A man was standing with his waist and abdomen against his back, and a man was sitting with his legs crossed, his hands on his head, and his head slightly lowered to let him Good to have a wide range of display.

"The writing is not good, don't hit me again, okay?"

Let go of him, and pat him on the shoulder, it's a plea.

Sure enough, a bad concept is really not very good, at least, Bian Mu couldn't bear it and said to him, "Are you at the level of a kindergarten?"

"Why don't you say it's the level of prenatal education? It's done in one step."

Set the table and chopsticks and remind him to eat.

"It's not much better. Are you sure you're in elementary school? Why are there so many typos?"

Bian Mu is a serious person. For this kind of article where a typo can be picked out in a few lines, oh well, and this kind of dog-scratched and manic font, it is really hard to look at.

"It's my cursive script. It's normal to stack one and a half together. Besides, I'm still in the middle of the night and I haven't sobered up yet. It's pretty good to write like that. I understand."

The mess and chaos of growing grass really have this tone.

"Okay, you pass the test, and continue to practice calligraphy later."

Shao Kou hummed, and the two had dinner.

"By the way, let's grow some green vegetables in the yard? I'm blind for nothing."

The yard of his house is the largest. Originally, flowers were planted in the small fenced yard at the back, and other places were vacant.

"Well, okay, you can figure it out."

He doesn't care.

"Then I'll buy potato pickles, as well as cucumbers, beans, eggplants, peppers, tomatoes..."

The more I talked, the more excited I got, "Stop, don't forget, there is still a mountain of fruit trees."

Ah, with such an imagination, in autumn, there will be a lot of golden fruits, how happy, Shao Kou is immediately full of energy, a word, just do it.

"It's okay. I have great strength. We also grow in our yard. The things I grow with my own hands are different, and I eat pure natural and pollution-free food."

He is fine.

"I'm just waiting to eat, Dali Kou."

Eat, eat, eat, you foodie.

"Ancestor, I'm sleepy, I'll catch up on sleep after dinner, okay?"

Sleepy sleepy, you dead pig.

"All right, all right, don't make me look like a stingy Grandet."

No, to be precise, you are aka mosquito, vampire.

In the middle of a meal, the proper etiquette should be to not speak. Even if you want to speak, you have to swallow the food in your mouth completely before you can speak. But, another way of saying, why is the dining table round? Gathering together, having a lively reunion dinner, and at the moment, in the second floor, the two men's language is abundant, which means that the hearts are also getting closer.

"It's almost Qingming, I'm going to the cemetery, do you want to go back?"

These words are connected together, so there is a lot of association.

Bian Mu was worried about his IQ.

Ask him back, "Why, you want to take me?"

The other end still didn't notice it, and replied solemnly, "I'll see you off."

Send you away, thousands of miles away, you are silent black and white.

As a last resort, he leaned on his chin and laughed for a long time, called him an idiot, and went upstairs to the studio by himself.

The man downstairs was confused, "Laughing chicken feathers, laugh."

The author has something to say: Bian Mu: If I don’t call you an idiot for a day, I feel sorry for myself.

Shao Kou: You said that, I want to test IQ.

Bian Mu: I suggest you exchange them for Happy Beans, it will sound better.

Shao Kou: Who forced you to listen.

Bian Mu: If you talk like that, you will really have no friends.

Shao Kou: Friends, let’s go together for the rest of our lives, those days will no longer be there.

Bian Mu: Who is Zi?

Shao Kou was dumbfounded.