Mr. Hat's girlfriend is 1.8 meters four

Buds (6)

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There was steam in Zhong Ye's eyes, and all he said were accusations: "You lied to me."

Xia Jiang finished swiping the card and accepted the receipt from the POS machine.

She wanted to leave, but she couldn't free the arm that was held by Zhong Ye, Xia Jiang could only turn around and look down at the red-haired young man.

"You're drunk," she said.

Drunk people are stubborn in some ways: "I'm not drunk."

Zhong also felt that his head was extraordinarily clear and his thinking was very active.He even remembered when Mori Ogai held him by the neck and dragged him away for education when he was fighting with Qingmao when he first started working in the port mafia.How could he be drunk when he was so sober?

"When you wake up, you will say, 'My wife Xia Jiang, you actually want to use alcohol to seduce me, and there is no way.'" Xia Jiang's tone is very similar, such a sentence has a shape.This also proves that she knows Chuya Zhongyuan very well.

Because of the height problem, Zhongya shriveled his mouth, and he stepped on it very unhappy, and a huge hole appeared on the floor of the restaurant.

"You, if you still dare to seduce me." Zhongya threatened dizzily: "I will buy up all the jelly in Tokyo, so that you have no jelly to eat."

Xia Jiang: "..."

What a terrible threat.

What should she say?Want to complain about how stupid rich people look when drunk?

But right now, there are more important things to deal with——Xia Jiang looked at a large piece of the floor sinking under his feet. If it weren't for the excellent construction quality of the restaurant, they would probably fall from the second floor to the first floor now.

Xia Jiang looked up again at the restaurant staff who were trembling with fear.That's right, that's the most common reaction normal people have when they see superhuman violence unfold before their eyes.

"He is relatively strong, so don't worry too much." Xia Jiang explained, but obviously, these words are not convincing.She took out her mobile phone and made a call at home. "I had an accident and involved ordinary people, so I need to deal with the aftermath."

The drunk Zhong also yelled loudly: "Huh?"

"I'm not strong!" He threw off Xia Jiang's arm angrily, jumped onto the chair next to him, pointed at Xia Jiang and said, "Tremble, my wife Xia Jiang, I tell you—"

In the middle of speaking, he raised his head in the posture of a bully, and hiccupped fiercely.

Yes, hiccup.

"I'm not... um!" He was dragged off the chair by Xia Jiang and covered his mouth, and the remaining word "person" was swallowed back into his mouth.He jumped up like a frightened cat, stared at Xia Jiang fiercely, and said angrily: "Why did you touch me? Are you looking at me hot and greedy for my body?"

After Xia Jiang's righteousness rushed up his throat, he was suppressed by his always rational brain, so he didn't breathe out the fragrance.

——Central Plains Chuya, your design has collapsed.

Xia Jiang actually wanted to say: What am I greedy for, your 1.6-meter height or your legs that can split?

But in order to calm this guy down, Xia Jiang could only say: "Yes, I'm greedy for you."

She picked up the wine glass, poured another glass of wine for him, and said, "Central Plains cadres can drink a lot, come, have a few more glasses. I've finished this bottle, and I'll hold my wife Xia Jiang's dog's head and apologize to you."

How do you calm down a drunk man?

——Pour him a few more cups until he falls to the ground.

Zhong Ye glanced up and asked, "Really? Don't lie to me?"

Xia Jiang patted his chest and assured, "Of course I won't lie to you."

She thought to herself: Silly child, of course I lied to you.

"Okay, I'll drink." Zhong didn't pick up the wine glass, but picked up the bottle of red wine directly. "You said you were greedy for me, you can't lie to me."

Xia Jiang: "..."

No, isn't our focus different?

Forget it, it is quite normal for drunk people to automatically ignore certain information - after all, they are not clear-headed.

After drinking half a bottle of wine, Zhong also couldn't stand still.He spun around, looking around, and it seemed like a long, long time before he remembered who he was, where he was, and what he was doing.

He walked towards the corner with one deep foot and one shallow foot.

After being frightened by the sight of him activating his supernatural power, the coal ball shivered and hid between the corner of the wall and the crack of the cabinet.The shadow of the cabinet cast down, blocking the bright light in the room, and the briquettes were hidden in that shadow, only a pair of big eyes like glass beads were floating.

"Son, let's go, let's go home." Zhong also took out the coal balls, but was hit by it with a meat pad. "This is not the place for you to stay. Your mother didn't want you long ago, and she didn't want me either."

Xia Jiang stood aside, thinking about whether to serve him another bottle of wine.

Fortunately, before she could order, Chuya fell headlong on the cabinet and passed out directly.

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Bright light shines through the thin paper windows into the quaint Japanese room.

Zhong Ye opened his eyes in a daze, he raised his head while propping up the unfamiliar quilt, and the next moment he fell back because of a severe headache.He opened his eyes, looking blankly and quietly at this strange room.

The interior walls are divided into two colors, one is off-white, and the other is more white-or perhaps, this is just a subtle difference in the light reflected from the outside.

Calligraphy and paintings are hung on the wall. Judging from the vigorous and wild handwriting, it probably came from the hands of famous masters.On the sliding door on the inside, there is a depiction of red plums in the snow, a bunch of brown and black curved long branches, with little red flowers hanging, and white pen and ink instead of falling snow, which brings the whole picture to life Picture of cold plums and falling snow.

He was kidnapped?

No, anyone with a little brain would not kidnap him.

Zhong also reached out and touched his neck, the choker was still tied there, he was not put on the power suppressor.

So, definitely not kidnapping.

I also vaguely saw that there was someone outside the paper shoji.

He struggled to sit up from the quilt, and smelled the smell of alcohol on his body that had not dissipated.He spent the night in his suit, and it was inevitable that he would break out in a sweat in the heat of summer.The current Zhongye is dirty and smelly, like a sloppy man who has been fished out of wine.

Nakaya looked to the side of the quilt, where there were folded bathrobes and a brand new pair of men's boxers in the wooden tray.

Chuya silently changed into the well-prepared clothes, and after pulling the placket on the chest, he tentatively pushed away the barrier on the brighter side.

A bright ray of sunlight streamed into the room.

The air in the morning has a comfortable humidity. The morning in early summer is not hot, and there is a cool breeze blowing across the cheeks.

In the huge Japanese-style courtyard, in the pond lined with cobblestones, two koi swim flexibly in it.Every plant and tree in the courtyard, even a stone, is designed with particular attention, which is the gardening and landscaping dream of many Japanese.

The sound of green bamboo hitting the stone came from a little distance away, accompanied by the sound of gurgling water, the melodious sound was clear and long, and each sound seemed to open up the history of this ancient house.

The big white bird, which had just flown low and was about to land to hold the fish in the pond, was disturbed by the sound of the "Scared Deer" hitting rocks, and spread its wings and flew away from the courtyard.That figure is like the snow in Hokkaido, white and cold.

Chuya opened his mouth slightly, opened the paper door and stood there staring blankly for a long time.

"Don't hold my arm." The female voice sounded slightly irritated. "Do you know that lightning strikes when you disturb others at work?"

Chuya's thoughts were pulled back to reality, he saw the brown-haired woman sitting on the porch outside the room with her back to her.

Xia Jiang dyed her hair, from the original light brown to a brownish red that is slightly redder than chestnut, but it still seems to be in the category of brown.No comb could fix her hair, and the fluffy and natural curls that Chuya had always liked were straightened out, only the ends of her hair were still curled up a little bit disobediently.

Xia Jiang's sitting posture is tall and straight, as if her back is naturally straighter than others, and even her back looks so proud.

On the side of the brown-haired woman, a black blanket slipped out from the hem of the white dress. The blanket also had a long tail, which was swaying cheerfully on the cherry blossom wood corridor.Lianqiu leaned half her body on Xia Jiang's lap, her black hairy claws hugged her arm and refused to let go, and her two hind legs kicked excitedly in the air.

"Are you awake?" Xia Jiang asked abruptly.

She didn't look back at all, but she knew every move of the people behind her like the back of her hand.

Xia Jiang continued to ask: "What do you want to eat in the morning?"

so similar.

Zhong Ye's heart was suddenly tightened, and he began to feel a dull pain again.

This scene was so much like what he had expected, the peaceful and warm old couple's conversation when he got up early.They seemed to be in the same family, the one who got up early to read the newspaper and asked the other who woke up with a hangover whether to have porridge with bacon on toast in the morning or milk.

He didn't remember what happened last night, but he probably made a lot of jokes and was dragged back.

This old-looking wooden mansion should be the main house of my wife's family.

The first sentence Chuya uttered was to hate her.But his mind didn't seem to be back to normal after being drunk, and what he said didn't sound like he was flirting.As soon as he opened his mouth, he wanted to strangle himself to death.

Zhong Ye said: "I want to eat too much, if I tell you, can you make it for me?"

No, not so.

What he wanted to say was: I am afraid that you will poison me.

"Of course, let the chef do it for you." Xia Jiang turned around and said, "Do you think I will light up the skill of cooking?"

Zhong also blinked, as if he had verified something extraordinary just now?

——My wife Xia Jiang is an asshole, she really doesn't know how to cook!

Five years ago, the self who didn't eat the dry-aged steak prepared so hard by the other party because of a business trip, has been apologizing for letting down the other party's heart.As a result, now, my wife Xia Jiang, the top green tea, admits that she can't cook.

"no need."

The coal ball slid down from Xia Jiang's body, sat down gracefully, and gnawed on his black|cat's paw.

Zhong also stretched out his hand and said, "Let's go, Briquettes."

The coal ball raised its head, looked at Zhong Ye with its big innocent eyes, then chose to play dead, turned around and slipped back into Xia Jiang's arms.The favored person pushed the briquettes back to the cherry wood board in disgust, and said, "Don't step on my keyboard."

Zhong Ye, who was abandoned by his son, sneered: "...heh."

Even cats bully him.

"Breakfast according to my usual standard." Xia Jiang lit up the phone screen and sent a message to the family members. "Coffee or orange juice? Forget about milk. It's useless to people your age."

Zhongya, who was stepped on the minefield, raised his leg and swept over Xia Jiang's head.

But before his leg swept over, Xia Jiang grabbed him with the same force.

The brown-haired woman asked casually: "Do you want to twist it again?"