Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Li Weijun was not a blockhead. Natasha had said so much, and even if he was slow to react, he had already understood the deep meaning of her words.

After stroking the other person's hair, Li Weijun buried his head in Natasha's ear and blew a breath slowly.

After using some slight tricks, it seemed as if this tall and plump Rakshasa woman could hardly control herself. She felt as if she was being stepped on and could not exert any strength at all.

"Ms. Natasha, please put your hair up properly. By the way, just like now, control the amplitude slightly, don't make any noise. If you feel unwell, just let me know."

Li Weijun took a look at the charming Natasha and felt that this bear woman was indeed extraordinary.

If it were Jiang Xifeng or Ji Xiaotao, they would never be able to forget it forever, but for Natasha, it was as easy as sprinkling water.

She put her hair up nonchalantly and walked in easily.

It is said that Natasha is gifted. Although she walks slowly, it does not affect her normal walking. She even has time to glare at Li Weijun with her eyes.

Li Weijun closed the door, feeling somewhat nervous. After all, Jiang Xifeng was still sleeping in the next room. If she subconsciously got up to go to the bathroom and noticed that he was not around and came over here, wouldn't he be caught red-handed?

So Li Weijun felt it was very difficult. Sometimes pain was born like this. It was obviously a pleasant and happy thing, but because of the constraints of external conditions, the mood had to be transformed into a kind of sadness.

"Oh, dear Lee, you are truly, truly, truly magnificent!"

Natasha looked at Li Weijun with a dazed look on her face. She really didn't expect that Li Weijun had such great ambitions.

Li Weijun gently stroked Natasha's face and said soothingly, "It's okay, this is nothing. I have something even more incredible."

Hiss...

hiss!

At the same time, Zhang Yunzhen in the next room heard the movement from Li Weijun's side, and said to Zhang Yilei next to him with a smirk on his face: "I said it, Li Weijun pretended to be calm because there was a tigress watching over there, so he behaved well. But if there was no tigress watching, he would be so unbridled. Look, the sound can be heard here, look how impatient he is, tsk tsk..."

Zhang Yilei didn't have the time to pay attention to Zhang Yunzhen. He found a young and beautiful cook. He was in his twenties and was busy with his bombing. Unlike Zhang Yunzhen, he had already started thinking about life.

Without thinking, he answered, "That's different. Comrade Li Weijun is different and likes to be unique. Look at the cook we're looking for. Although she's not bad looking and pretty, she's definitely not as good as Natasha. Just the way Natasha walks makes my heart beat fast."

"What? You want to compete with Li Weijun? You'd better give up your intention of robbing. Sometimes you should remember the well-digger when you eat it. Don't eat from the bowl and look at the pot."

Zhang Yunzhen lit a cigarette comfortably. After puffing away at it for a while, he felt as if he had recovered some of his ability. He suddenly threw the unfinished cigarette into the ashtray and sat up with a somersault.

He patted the cook who was lying next to him and had been asleep for a while, and spoke excitedly, ignoring her sleepy eyes.

"It's so late at night, there's no point in just sleeping. I haven't given up yet."

"Oh my God, dear Davari, I have already taken a nap, why haven't you closed your eyes yet? Stop tossing and turning, let's rest."

The cook looked at Zhang Yunzhen with resentment, she really couldn't understand, aren't these people sleepy?

"Why are you sleeping? We in the East have an old saying, 'Why do you need to sleep so much when you are alive? You will sleep forever after you die. Life is short and you have to get up early. Do you understand?"

Zhang Yunzhenxing began to show off his cultural knowledge in front of the young cook in a serious manner. He took advantage of the fact that she was a foreigner and used all kinds of country slang.

Zhang Yilei at the side shook his head helplessly, and said with a teasing look on his face: "Can you do it? I have never complained from the beginning to now, but you, you say you are a veteran and have seen all kinds of storms, but why are you so useless at the critical moment? It's really embarrassing for everyone."

"I'm embarrassing everyone? Zhang Yilei, listen, when I was studying in Luosha, you were still peeing and playing in the mud. Now you are teaching me a lesson. It's only because the time is special now. If it were daytime, I would definitely let you understand why the flowers are so red."

Zhang Yunzhen was a person who never gave up. After being stimulated by Zhang Yilei's words, he instantly became excited and shouted that he wanted to let Zhang Yilei see his true skills.

However, he did not expect that acting too hastily would backfire, and he soon received the young cook's disdainful gaze.

He could only keep trying to cover up for himself. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he still tried to maintain a calm and confident expression. His face looked very pale and his lips trembled slightly. He tried to explain his situation in a firm and confident tone, but it sounded like he was comforting himself.

"You don't understand. I must have not had enough rest. I've been wandering on the train for the past two days. I can't eat or sleep well. It may also be that I'm not used to the climate here. Do you know what I'm not used to?" As he spoke, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes wandering, as if looking for some support or recognition.

However, this defense was not recognized or understood by others. They just looked at him silently, with doubts and distrust in their eyes. Zhang Yilei raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a hint of sarcasm, and said to Zhang Yunzhen: "Uncomfortable with the climate and environment? Okay, just assume that you are uncomfortably affected by the climate and environment." There was obvious doubt and disdain in his voice.

Zhang Yunzhen felt the gazes and attitudes of the people around him, and couldn't help feeling uneasy.

But he still insisted on his statement, trying to cover up his inner uneasiness and embarrassment. He couldn't help but continue to explain: "Really! This is what happens when you are not used to the local climate. It will affect your physical condition. I have had similar experiences before, and I always feel uncomfortable when I go to a new place." He hoped that through these words, others would believe his explanation, and at the same time, he also wanted to relieve his own stress and anxiety.

Zhang Yilei chuckled and shook his head disapprovingly, not buying Zhang Yunzhen's excuse.

He continued to ask relentlessly: "Then why don't we have any problems with the local climate? Are you the only one who is particularly sensitive?"