Invincible daughter-in-law

????Lang Yan looked at the chicken offal with tooth marks, bent down with a smile, ate the chicken offal into his mouth, and chewed carefully: "The chicken offal with Mr. He's saliva on it is different, the taste is delicious, good eat."

???? He Zhuolun squinted his eyes and said lightly: "Really? Then you have to eat a few more yuan, otherwise, you won't have this opportunity in the future."

???? He threw away the spoon Lang Yan had eaten and replaced it with a new one, but Lang Yan snatched it: "I think the reason for Mr. He's dissatisfaction is not only because the porridge is not good, but also because I serve It's not thoughtful enough, so, Mr. He, let me feed you."

???? He sat beside He Zhuolun, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and handed it to He Zhuolun, but when it reached his mouth, he suddenly stopped.

???? "By the way, the porridge is too hot and needs to be blown." Lang took a deep breath, then quickly blew hard on the spoon, and all the rice grains in the porridge flew out and shot at He Zhuolun.

???? He Zhuolun's smile suddenly froze on his face.

????good very good.

???? It was the first time someone dared to blow his face into porridge, which was really great.

???? "Mr. Lang, your lung capacity is good."

???? "Thank you for the compliment." Lang Yan didn't seem to see the rice grains on He Zhuolun's face, and smiled as he handed the spoon to He Zhuolun's mouth: "Mr. He, you can drink it."

???? He Zhuolun looked at the spoon with only a few drops of porridge water left, lowered his head and drank it, then picked up another spoon, scooped up the hottest and hottest porridge water from the bottom of the lunch box and stuffed it into Lang Yan's lips: "Mr. Lang , don’t just feed me, you also have some porridge.”

???? Lang Yan frowned from the heat, but still smiled and drank the porridge into his mouth. Enduring the heat, he picked up the fried dough stick, took a big bite out, and handed it to He Zhuolun's mouth: "Mr. He, eat Deep-fried dough sticks, porridge with deep-fried dough sticks, the taste is the best.”

????The corners of He Zhuolun's eyes twitched involuntarily as he looked at the deep-fried dough sticks stained with porridge residue.

???? He has never eaten anything that someone else has bitten on.

???? Seeing him open his mouth, Lang Yan quickly stuffed the fritters into it.

???? He Zhuolun saw the smile in Lang Yan's eyes, squinted his eyes, picked up the straw and inserted it into the soy milk, and sent it directly to Lang Yan's nostrils.

???? Lang Yan was taken aback: "You..."

???? "Mr. Lang talked so much, drink some soy milk to relieve his mouth."

???? He Zhuolun suddenly squeezed the soy milk cup hard, and the soy milk immediately rushed into Lang Yan's nostrils through the straw.

???? Lang Yan dodged quickly, but some soy milk still entered the trachea, choking him so much that he coughed again and again, and almost couldn't help but want to burst out.

???? This man is really not as gentle as he appears on the surface.

???? He Zhuolun smiled: "Mr. Lang, I'm really sorry, I don't have good eyesight, and I mistook your nostrils for my mouth."

???? Lang Yan blushed from choking, waved his hands and said, "It's okay, Mr. He doesn't have to blame himself."

???? After breathing smoothly, he put his hand on He Zhuolun's shoulder, patted it, and said, "I found that although the porridge in this store is not very good, the soy milk is quite good."

???? Lang Yan stretched out his other hand towards He Zhuolun's table, and opened the soybean milk cup with one hand.

????He Zhuolun was vigilant, staring at the soybean milk closely, guessing that Lang Yan might directly throw it at him.

????Unexpectedly, when Lang Yan stopped his hand, his elbow knocked over the two bowls of porridge in front of He Zhuolun.

???? He Zhuolun reacted very quickly. He opened his legs and got up quickly. However, he was forced back to the chair by the hand on his shoulder. At the same time, porridge spilled on his crotch.

???? "Oh, look at my rough hands and feet, Mr. He, I'm so sorry." Lang Yan quickly took out a tissue and wiped it vigorously on He Zhuolun's crotch: "Mr. two?"

???? With his wiping method, it will be scratched even if it is not scalded.

???? He Zhuolun's face was dark and cold.

???? At this time, a childish voice next to him asked: "Sister, what are these two uncles doing?"

???? "Fuck!"

???? He Zhuolun: "..."

???? Lang Yan: "..."