Help! The beautiful host is acting like a love brain

How can Bo Wenli not do it?

Bo Wenli is too good.

An Chuci knew that he would be tortured severely.

The two small red spots on the front are the hardest hit areas, and there are also teeth marks on the neck, waist, calves and the inside of the thigh.

An Chuci once again had a profound understanding of the dog nature of Bo Wenli, a candle dragon.

When Bo Wenli was in a state of confusion and wanted to bite his own face, An Chuci raised his weak hand with great effort and slapped Bo Wenli, "Don't bite your face."

The bottom line is the bottom line. I have to meet Bo's father and Bo's mother tomorrow. What does it look like to have a tooth mark on my face?

Bo Wenli was a little aggrieved, but he was really happy, so he obeyed.

It was only after eight o'clock when An Chuci and Bo Wenli entered the room, so it was around ten-thirty when the two of them finished tossing in the bathroom. Then An Chuci and Bo Wenli got into the car and drove until twelve o'clock. , An Chuci really couldn't do it anymore, he was really sleepy to death.

When Bo Wenli opened his eyes and begged to do it again, An Chuci raised his foot with great effort and kicked Bo Wenli's face, which was leaning towards him, and was kicked down by Bo Wenli.

Bo Wenli lay beside the bed and looked at An Chuci pitifully, but An Chuci ruthlessly rejected him: "Get out."

Bo Wenli: "Ouch."

By the time Bo Wenli took An Chuci and took his second bath, it was already one o'clock.

An Chuci fell asleep while taking a shower. He was really sleepy. His usual biological clock was to go to bed at 11 o'clock at the latest, but after being tormented by this guy Bo Wenli for so long, An Chuci stayed up until almost 1 o'clock in the morning. I really can’t bear the first words.

Refreshment will return to refreshment, and tiredness will return to tiredness. There is no delay in these two.

Bo Wenli, a novice driver, ended his first journey today. He was very happy and excited. He lay on the bed and hugged his wife, still thinking about it. Then he opened his shining eyes until three o'clock, and finally fell asleep. past.

The next day, Bo Wenli woke up relatively early.

An Chuci slept soundly. When Bo Wenli woke up, he crawled into An Chuci's arms.

When An Chuci woke up, the two little things in front of him were wet, and he could accurately slap Bo Wenli on the face without opening his eyes.

Bo Wenli received a beating early in the morning, and then happily hugged An Chuci and rubbed him against her.

An Chuci was helpless. He put on his clothes with difficulty under Bo Wenli's sticky feeling, and asked, "What time is it? My uncle and aunt are all up, right?"

Bo Wenli shook his head, "No, don't worry. My parents usually sleep until noon. It's only ten o'clock now. We can still do one more..."

An Chuci reached out and grabbed Bo Wenli's ears and lifted Bo Wenli's face up. Looking into Bo Wenli's innocent eyes, An Chuci gritted his teeth and said, "This is all on your mind now, right?! Can you think of something better? !”

Bo Wenli put his arms around An Chuci, raised his head and said affectionately: "All I can think about is you——"

An Chuci had no choice but to be pestered by Bo Wenli again. He sighed softly and said, "Okay, okay, go change clothes and wash up. I'm so hungry."

Hearing An Chuci say he was hungry, Bo Wenli quickly stood up and prepared to cook for An Chuci.

Bo Wenli learned a little from Bo's father and Bo's mother before, because Bo's mother was afraid that Bo Wenli would starve to death if he worked outside without food after graduating from university. As parents, they couldn't stick to their children like blood-sucking insects. This would also bother the child, so Bo's mother took Bo Wenli and learned to make some ordinary styles.

It’s more than enough to cook a bowl of noodles anyway.

An Chuci was so sleepy that he staggered around on the sofa. Bo Wenli worked in the kitchen for a long time and finally made An Chuci a bowl of noodles that looked good.

In order to prevent his wife from being eaten to death, Bo Wenli took a bite first.

Then I realized there was no salt.

Bo Wenli quickly poured it back and put some salt in it, but he added too much salt. When Bo Wenli tasted it for the second time, he found that it was salty, so he quickly added some more water.

After going back and forth several times, the noodles were cooked until they were soft and broke when picked with chopsticks. Bo Wenli had no choice but to pour the soup and noodles into a new bowl, and then cooked a new bowl for An Chuci.

When An Chuci woke up to the aroma of noodles, there was already another figure in the kitchen.

An Chuci could vaguely hear Bo's mother's voice.

"...You are so wrong. I originally thought that teaching you how to order noodles would prevent you from starving to death. Who would have thought that I would almost starve myself to death?"

An Chuci rubbed his eyes, and then heard Bo's father's voice next to him, "Xiaoci, are you awake? Come on, drink some water."

An Chuci quickly sat up and took the water glass handed over by Bo's father. After drinking the water, An Chuci felt a little more awake, "Uncle, when did you and aunty get up?"

Bo's father said: "We just got up. Your aunt originally wanted to get up and make breakfast for you, but then Wen Li said no, just have lunch. We thought of getting up early and preparing lunch for you, but as soon as we entered the kitchen I saw that boy Wen Li had cooked three bowls of broken noodles, and the noodles in the pot were broken again."

Bo's mother asked him who he was eating this for, and Bo Wenli said he failed to make it and would eat it later.

Three big bowls of shredded noodles were enough to last Bo Wenli, but there was still some left.

Bo's mother rolled up her sleeves and started making noodles again, and then let Bo Wenli watch carefully while scolding him.

When An Chuci woke up, the noodles had already begun to smell fragrant, and Bo's mother hadn't finished scolding Bo Wenli yet.

Bo's mother felt her head hurt just looking at the four bowls of broken noodles.

How can such good noodles be cooked so thinly? He also cooked three bowls of shredded noodles in a row, and Bo's mother didn't even want to look at it.

Fortunately, the taste was not particularly bad, so it was not a waste if Bo's father and Bo Wenli ate two bowls each.

Bo Wenli also knew his skill. He listened to Bo's mother's scolding while learning humbly, and repeatedly promised to make a complete bowl of good noodles for An Chuci tomorrow.

An Chuci was so happy that he laughed on the sofa.

Bo's father came over at this time and said with concern: "Xiao Ci, Wen Li just said that you fell in the bathroom last night. Is it nothing serious? No one has used the new bathroom before. Your aunt and I simply washed it before you came. After a while, it was a little slippery after being wet. I forgot to tell you yesterday, does it hurt after the fall? "

An Chuci immediately retracted his clenched teeth.

"..." An Chuci was silent for two seconds, and then said with a dry smile: "It's okay, it's just a little... a little bit of pain, it doesn't bother me, it really doesn't bother me."

Father Bo said again: "I have some bruise-removing medicine over there. I'll let Wen Li bring it to you later. I remember which cupboard has the cushions. I'll find them for you later and put them on the chair." Sit down."

An Chuci: "...Okay, thank you uncle."

Bo's father waved his hand and said, "Hey, I forgot to tell you yesterday. I also have some responsibility."

An Chuci smiled awkwardly.

Uncle, you really have no responsibility for this matter.