Edge of Rebirth

Putting his arm flat and letting Lan Xinghui hook it like a sloth, Wang Jinfeng looked sideways at the man in his arm. Even though he looked young, the years still left traces in the corners of his eyes, but this man's skin is really Well, it's a bit of an exaggeration to say that "it can be broken by blowing a bomb", and it will definitely kill a vote of his peers who are similar to him or even a few years younger than him.

He just knows how to dress up and knows how to dress to make himself look young and energetic, and these are exactly what he lacks.He is obviously ten years younger than Lan Xinghui, but no matter in terms of appearance or personality, he is ten years older than Lan Xinghui.

Touch Lan Xinghui's chin with his fingertips. An old man has a pointed chin. No wonder he looks young. This chin is the envy of many other women. The man with the awl face is clearly defined and deep, with a slight beard and sideburns. There are sparse beard marks on the chin and chin, anyway, Wang Jinfeng only finds it tasteful and sexy when he looks at it.

Rubbing Lan Xinghui's breathless lips with the belly of his fingers, he gently poked and played with him, his defenseless appearance tempting to commit crimes.

The color of the pupil membranes changed again and again, but Wang Jinfeng still inserted his hand into Lan Xinghui's shirt, to feel a man's firm chest and the most sensitive point.

that one...

Like a budding little flower bud!

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Early in the morning, a staff member brought fresh food for the day to Wen Shuangli, and it was Su Qiyun who came out to open the door.

Fortunately, the people who came to deliver the food were Chinese!

After closing the door, Su Qiyun entered the dining room with big bags and small bags. When passing the stairs, he stopped and stretched his neck to look up, and then entered the kitchen dejectedly.

Su Qiyun is just talking about his mouth and his mind's unlimited lust, but in fact he has a very thin skin. When he thought about the process of taking a cannon barrel as big as Wen Shuangli out of his trouser pocket last night tremblingly He just wants to be a mole, and never show up again in broad daylight!

How will he face that big ghost when he wakes up later...

As if resigned to his fate, he had to serve the master upstairs for breakfast, why would he ask Wen Shuangli to send him to meet ViVi and the others later on?

While kneading the dough, he muttered, it's only past six o'clock, it's a little too early, wait, call Brother Lan again at eight o'clock!

After washing and peeling the potatoes, chopped green onion and shredded cucumber, I thought about it and cracked four more eggs. Pancakes + milk + fried eggs should be a good breakfast, right? ? ?

He squinted at the fruit bag next to him, thinking, why don't you bring him a vegetable and fruit salad? ? ?

Loosen the mouth of the bag and look down, grapefruit? !

Does Wen Shuangli love grapefruit?

Is that unpalatable? ! !

He curled his lips, and quickly twisted the mouth of the bag to death. He hated eating grapefruit the most, it was so bitter.

Su Qiyun was a little distracted, thinking that if the girls in his support club knew about this, wouldn't he feel sorry for them?

After all, he is a celebrity, but he went to Africa to wear an apron and work as a servant for others. His glorious image...

Forget it, it's my honor to cook!

There is nothing shameful about being a husband at home. A good husband has to take good care of his daughter-in-law.

"Go, go to the door and bring in my newspaper." Wen Shuangli's cold voice suddenly sounded from behind Su Qiyun, startling Su Qiyun who was cracking frangipani.

In fact, he didn't want to be so pretentious and "tall". Mr. Wen, who is mainly in love, is also quite thin-skinned. He probably fell into an evil yesterday, and that's why he insisted on Su Qiyun touching his thing by accident, so today he has to find someone Let's start with a high-sounding opening statement, so that it won't damage his dignity and won't be noticed by Su Qiyun.

"Oh. Ah? Outside? Where?" A certain big singer was a little flustered.

"At the door!" Frowning, Guan Gong looked black-faced.Wen Shuangli made up his mind to turn off the lights when he hugs Su Qiyun in the future!Otherwise he is shy! ! !

"Mailbox?" Su Qiyun rolled his eyes, asked as he walked out of the restaurant, and quickly walked to the gate and opened it.Turning his head, he saw a few newspapers stuffed in the letter box at the door, but after he took out the newspapers, he realized that there seemed to be many security guards in black clothes, black pants and black sunglasses around Wen Shuangli's apartment. ah……

Brother Security?

If Wen Shuangli knew that Su Qiyun used "Security Brother" to describe his private special assault counter-strike, he would definitely bleed to death! ! !

Su Qiyun took out the newspaper in the mailbox and hurriedly closed the door and went back to the house. Xu was still worried about what happened yesterday, and felt nervous when he saw these tough old men.

Walking into the room in three steps at a time, the embarrassment before was completely gone. Su Qiyun lowered his voice and moved to Wen Shuangli's side and asked, "Mr. Wen, when I went out to get you a newspaper just now, I found that There are a lot of men in black around our house. Is it the security guard of this community? Or your subordinates? If not, let’s call the police as soon as possible. I don’t care if criminals want to break into the house. , the chairman of the group, this is about to be kidnapped, half of your property must be extorted???"

Community security?

Criminals?

Kidnap?family property?

How about calling the police? ?

Your second uncle's, can't you expect me to order well? ? ?

Wen Shuangli stretched out his hand and pulled out today's morning paper from Su Qiyun's hand, he was really too lazy to deal with such a stupid thing!

"Mr. Wen? Mr. Wen? Don't take it seriously. We must always be vigilant. I am also thinking about your personal safety." Su Qiyun followed Wen Shuangli all the way to the living room, and then watched Wen Shuangli sit in The sofa unfolded the newspaper and looked down.

"Su Qiyun—" Wen Shuangli's posture of holding the newspaper did not change, nor did the expression on his face, but he raised his head and looked directly at Su Qiyun.

"?"

"Change your name."

"Change your name?"

"Don't call me Mr. Wen again..." The awkward local tyrant wanted to get closer, but he didn't want to take the initiative to say it himself, so Su Qiyun, who wanted to tease him, thought about what to call him.

"Then what's my name?" Doubi was really funny.

"What do you want to be called?" Wen Shuangli put down the newspaper in his hand, put down the legs that had just been crossed together, and looked at Su Qiyun with interest. He caught the step and immediately climbed up.

"Me?" I was a little confused, a little confused, I, I want to call you daughter-in-law, what are you doing! !

Wen Shuang stood still, his eyes gleaming like wolfs, knowing that Su Qiyun was obsessed with his pair of strong men's legs, so he deliberately opened them up for Su Qiyun to see for free.

Swallowing, Su Qiyun couldn't figure out what the man in front of him was thinking, and felt that his heart must be deformed, otherwise how could he think it out: "Mr. Wen, don't embarrass me."

President Wen?

Someone is very dissatisfied with Su Qiyun's address to him!

Depend on!What kind of eyes do you have?

You just say that you are happy and I call you whatever, and it's over! ! !

What should I call it? I don't know yet?

I know what a fart, Mr. Wen for a while, Mr. Wen for a while, don't you allow me to know your name? ?

Just a name is enough.

Shuangli?

vomit-

It's so nasty, I can't shout it out!

Shuangli disgusting?Why don't you feel nauseous when you call me "Wenwen", "Shuangshuang" and "Lili" behind your back? ?

Isn't that behind the scenes! !

Silence between the two is golden, and they had a silent friendship.Su Qiyun has wicked eyebrows, and Wen Shuangli has straight eyebrows and eyes, one obscene and the other dissatisfied.

Ding-dong-

The doorbell rang again.Su Qiyun hurriedly smacked the soles of his feet and went out to open the door.

Standing at the door was a foreign man in black clothes, black trousers and black sunglasses. Fortunately, he was holding a birdcage in his hand, which contained Uliji.Su Qiyun immediately understood that those "big security guards" outside the door were people with both literary and literary skills.

"Su Qiyun! Let me tell you that I—" Before the brisk Uliji could imitate his words, he bumped into Wen Shuangli's cold-eyed knife shot from the sofa. The big parrot shuddered, and quickly swallowed back the words, "I Miss you so much! Let me out!!"

Su Qiyun chuckled, took the birdcage from the strong foreign man, watched the strong man leave, then closed the door and opened the birdcage, and then went out the same way as Uliji, so he couldn't die when he ran into Wen Shuangli's cold-eyed knife. The hand on the bird cage trembled, and he quickly withdrew it, and he carried Uliji over to Wen Shuangli with his legs bumping.

"Wen Xian... President Wen, Wu Liji..."

"Tell it for me, I'm not in a good mood recently, let it have nothing to say as little as possible, wow, I'm annoying!"

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"..."

"Didn't you make breakfast? How about breakfast?"

"Ah—my pot!" As soon as Wen Shuangli reminded him, Su Qiyun left the birdcage and rushed into the kitchen, his noodles, his milk, and his eggs! ! !

Four or ten minutes later, Su Qiyun appeared in front of the dining table with his newly released "masterpiece". Wen Shuangli raised his eyebrows and glanced at him without saying anything. I just sat down and ate in silence. This was the first breakfast for the two of us in Africa.

The pancakes are very crispy, crispy and crispy. The taste is different from the last time I ate, but it can still grab Wen Shuangli's stomach.

Fried eggs are also okay, a little undercooked, and it just so happens that he doesn't like hard-boiled eggs, so Su Qiyun hit it right.

Milk with pancakes?

Is East meets West?

Wen Shuangli, who was having a meal in a gentle manner, raised his eyelids and glanced at Su Qiyun, who was sitting across from him and said no, seeing how docile he was, he put away his mood to continue complaining.

But-

But but! ! !

Who told him to put fruit in green salad or put vegetables in fruit salad?It doesn't matter if you mix it together, can the big green radish be mixed with salad? ? ?

There are bayberry and lychee...

In fact, he should be sprinkling some raw seafood in it, the taste will be even more fierce! !

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Lan Xinghui, who had received the injection, had already subsided his fever, and now he was sleeping soundly, and the temperature in the room was just right.Wang Jinfeng got up and sent Abel out of the room to the elevator. Unprecedentedly, he did not hesitate to say a few long words of thanks. Abel walked into the elevator car with a smile and politely declined. Wang Jinfeng wanted to send him to the elevator. Thoughts from downstairs.

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