Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

What kind of pain and entanglement can torture a man who is proficient in psychology into such a shattered appearance?This is really... too thorny, Zhuge Dali had a tacit understanding and didn't point out Meng's embarrassment. He pursed his thin lips and smiled sweetly:

"It's so uncomfortable to sleep on the sofa. I've packed everything upstairs except the living room. Go to my room and sleep. I slept in the daytime and I'm not sleepy now. I'll sleep in the living room upstairs after they move out. "

"Well... that's fine, thank you~ Dali." Meng Lang's eyelids were battling fiercely, and he didn't care about anything else. He just took the key from the little girl and turned and walked upstairs.

Seeing the back of Meng who was going away, Zhuge Dali chuckled and shook his head, then turned his head and went to work on her big business of moving.

I didn't know before that Meng Lang's bed was densely packed with gold bricks, and it was a headache to deal with...

Meng took the elevator to the top floor of the apartment, took out the key, opened the only door and walked in.

In my impression, Hu Yifei once said that this small house was transformed from a power distribution room, and the layout design has an industrial aesthetic.

Walking into the door, the 40-meter-long runway you saw directly refreshed Meng Lang's perception of "houses". Are you sure this place isn't some strange children's karting track?

But after thinking about it, Dali must move here, which is also in line with her personality. After all, the girl's aesthetic view of certain things is indeed a bit contrary to common sense, relatively speaking, it is closer to physics.

Shaking his head slightly, he glanced at the living room, kitchen, and bathroom next to him. Meng Lang was sure that the bedroom should be on the other side of the runway, so he walked slowly and opened the door at the end, and there was a strong visual impact... …

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Chapter 184 Zhuge Dali: I went to the wrong bed this time, what about next time?

"Mommy~Jie Siga!"

Seeing the furnishings in the room, Meng Lang's drowsiness immediately subsided...about one percent.

This is an oversized bedroom neatly divided into two by a curtain.

It can be seen that half of it was originally prepared for him, Meng, and the decoration design inside is quite in line with his aesthetics and needs.

The wall bed cabinet full of metal technology, streamlined furniture design, top-notch computer, mainframe and supporting peripherals... Except for the lack of a hand-made wall, this half of the room is simply the favorite of every hunk.

As for the other half of the room... how should I put it, after all, it is the decoration style arranged by Rose before, which is unexpected and reasonable.

I saw that every detail in the other half of the room reveals a strong pink girlish style, and there are ten posters produced by the Demon Refining Pot on the wall.

In addition, the figure wall that was missing in the half of the room just now appeared here, but there are only three small figures on it, which looks very shabby.

Although Meng Lang knew for a long time that the little girl was not doing serious business with the demon refining pot, and Mr. Hu had told him several times in a row that Dali was making figures, but... when he really saw these figures with his own eyes, Meng Lang Still expressing that he has a belly full of old troughs and doesn't know where to vomit——

what are these?

Hui Tailang catching frogs and Hong Taili holding a frying pan?

Hong Lang holding the Changhong Sword and Lan Li dancing with the Ice Soul Sword?

The first two are nothing more than that, what the hell is the last Chaolang who is rumored to be holding a petite bat force in his underpants?

This demon refining pot is really endless, and it can make him some new tricks every day.

Meng Lang: ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Forget it~ I can't help it, the little girl is usually so smart and sensible, so it's hard for him to stop her with such a little hobby, right?

Shaking his head, Meng Lang gave up taking a bath after thinking about it for a while, and threw a clean clothes spell on himself before going to bed, which would save time.

After all, as the saying goes - time is like water in a sponge, who the hell is too busy to squeeze it?

'Since the baby and Dali live in the bedroom, it means that the baby will live in the [macho bedroom] that originally belonged to me. '

’ And if you calculate it this way, I will sleep in Dali’s room today, which is the [Girl’s Bedroom] on this side. '

After sorting out his thoughts, the exhausted Meng almost closed his eyes and walked towards the big pink bed, quickly took off his coat, belt, outer pants, shoes and socks, and fell down heavily on the bed.

However, Meng Lang, who had been sluggish with his eyes closed before, was not careful when he scanned the room. He didn't notice that there was another person sleeping at the other end of the big bed...

It was six o'clock in the morning the next day.

Zhuge, who spent a whole night dealing with the gold bricks on the bed with the little blacks, vigorously wiped the sweat that was slightly spilling from his forehead, and walked briskly back to the top floor.

Opening the door and walking into the house, the little girl went straight to the kitchen.

She wants to make a loving breakfast to celebrate the three of them moving to a new home, and at the same time use her hard work and virtuousness to set off a certain hateful foodie Yuexiong who is big and brainless.

An hour later, after filling the dining table with more than a dozen kinds of exquisite morning tea pastries, the little girl nodded in satisfaction.

After wiping his hands, Zhuge strode vigorously through the long corridor to the bedroom, ready to call the two of them up for breakfast.

First of all, she came to the "macho man's bedroom" to wake up meng lang, but unexpectedly found that not only was there no one on the bed, there was even no trace of anyone sleeping there before.

This made the little girl's heart skip a beat, and she thought of an extremely terrifying possibility.

Swallowing nervously, Zhuge Dali hurried to the other half of the bedroom.

Three seconds later, a voice of anger mixed with regret resounded through the sky:

"Meng! Lang! You! This! You! Smelly! Bastard! Quick! Here! Me! Get up! Come! Ah!——"

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"Huh~? What's the matter Dali?"

Wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth, Meng asked in a daze with some confusion.

"What's the matter? Did you not know what you posted last night?" The little girl asked with a livid face.

"Yesterday? What happened?" Meng Lang became more and more confused as he listened, and couldn't help but want to raise his hands and prop himself up to sit up.

It didn't matter if he didn't move, it was only after he moved that he realized that his left hand seemed to be tightly sealed by something soft, and he couldn't lift it at all.

Looking sideways, I saw an extremely familiar pretty face appearing in front of my eyes.

Feng Baobao: (??v?v??)

"Ah!" Someone Meng yelled, and quickly pulled his left hand back with force. At the same time, he began to jump repeatedly, and his mind began to analyze.

'Why is the baby in my bed? '

'According to her personality, there is almost no possibility of deliberately sleeping together, so the only possibility is an accident. '

'Then...after ruling out many low-probability possibilities, the reasonable truth of this matter is already close at hand. '

Meng Lang, who was still in shock, quickly raised his head to clarify: "Dali, listen to my explanation!"

"No need."