White Mantou and Miss Black Suit

Jian Xinyan said she wanted to fry steak, but only steak came out.

Yang Huan looked at the plate, and Jian Xinyan looked at her.

"Why don't you eat?" Jian Xinyan picked up the knife and fork, with a look of anticipation in her eyes.

Yang Huan thought that Jian Xinyan asked a bunch of requests just now, and the steak that came out in the end should be very delicate. Who knew that there was nothing on a white porcelain plate except a piece of steak drenched in sauce, even small restaurants had it. There was no pasta to accompany it either.

"You said you want to cook delicious food for me, is that all?" She felt that Jian Xinyan just found an excuse to trick her here, and she didn't really want to cook delicious food for her at all.

"Try it, it's delicious." Jian Xinyan cut a piece and put it to Yang Huan's mouth with a fork.

Yang Huan's expression was a little stiff, staring at the piece of meat in Jian Xinyan's hand: "I can cut it myself."

Jian Xinyan glared at her reproachfully: "It's only delicious if I cut it for you."

After finishing speaking, he directly stuffed the meat into Yang Huan's mouth, and watched her chew with a smile on his face.

"Is it delicious?" Jian Xinyan asked.

Yang Huan swallowed and said, "It's okay."

"Oh." Jian Xinyan sighed.

"Why?" Yang Huan suspected that Jian Xinyan was going to be a demon again.

"It's okay, but it's not delicious enough?" Jian Xinyan's tone sounded obviously hurt.

Yang Huan ate his share, and ignored her if he didn't hit her.

"Actually, there are better food at home." Jian Xinyan whispered in her ear.

Yang Huan put down the knife and fork, and asked her sincerely, "What is it?"

"Want to eat." Jian Xinyan raised her face triumphantly.

"En." Yang Huan nodded.

Jian Xinyan pointed to herself, smiling unabated: "Me."

Yang Huan immediately lowered his head, not wanting to talk to this dishonest woman anymore.

"Huanhuan." Jian Xinyan continued to call her affectionately.

Yang Huan ignored her, so she leaned over and grabbed Yang Huan's clothes.

"Why is this?" Yang Huan glared at her, and found that Jian Xinyan didn't intend to retreat.

Jian Xinyan turned her hands away and untied the tie of the apron behind her. Inside was a normal cotton nightgown.In the next step, Jian Xinyan tore off the tie of the nightgown, opened the front of the skirt, revealing the innermost low-cut suspender nightdress.

How low cut is it?Yang Huan took a look, and estimated that he could see Xiaohe's sharp corners a little below.

"You..." Yang Huan quickly stood up and took several steps back.

"What are you afraid of, come here." Jian Xinyan tugged on the shoulder strap, not pulling it back, but pulling it forward.

Yang Huan subconsciously glanced at her chest, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as wanting to come out.

"What are you doing..." Yang Huan shook his head.

"Look at me." Jian Xinyan raised her long hair by her ears and puffed out her chest.

"What's interesting about you..." Yang Huan muttered, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

Jian Xinyan raised a white and tender leg: "I'm not good-looking? Then why are you still peeking?"

Yang Huan sniffed, blushed and said nothing, lowered his head and picked up the knife and fork to cut the steak.

Jian Xinyan leaned over and held her hand with a slight smile: "What kind of steak are you eating? Is it because my sister's legs are not good-looking or her breasts are not good to touch?"

"Why..." Yang Huan still lowered his head and glanced at Jian Xinyan, "You have the nerve to say anything?"

"What? Don't tell the truth?" Jian Xinyan got up, hooked Yang Huan's neck, and sat on her lap.

"How can I eat when you're like this?" Yang Huan looked up and saw Jian Xinyan's charming eyes, looked down at Jian Xinyan's smooth thighs, looked straight up, but saw Jian Xinyan's plump breasts.

Jian Xinyan knew that Yang Huan was talking about steak, so she wanted to stick her breasts on her face: "I brought it up by myself, isn't it convenient for you to eat?"

Yang Huan's head was squeezed into dizziness for a while.

When she was dizzy, Jian Xinyan lifted her chin, and gave Yang Huan a passionate deep French kiss.

Yang Huan felt suffocated, but she really didn't hate this feeling. She just felt that her consciousness was being hollowed out one by one, and her body and limbs were handed over to the other party.

"Jian Xinyan, you were ready to do this early in the morning, right?" During the exchange of breaths, Yang Huan could still force his consciousness to ask.

"Almost, so would you like to go to the bedroom with me?" Jian Xinyan's fingertips slid from Yang Huan's earlobe to his neck, and the itchy feeling made Yang Huan tremble.

Now, Yang Huan is no longer polite to Jian Xinyan, he put his palm on Jian Xinyan's thigh, panting slightly: "Okay, but this time, I have to be on top of you."

"Oh?" Jian Xinyan stopped, as if surprised that Yang Huan could have such courage.

"No, I won't do it."

Jian Xinyan held Yang Huan's hand and put it into her neckline, with a rippling smile: "Okay, I'll teach you how to do it."

"What is this for?" Yang Huan looked at his hand on Jian Xinyan's chest, feeling a little helpless.

"Touch here, be gentle. If it is heavy, it will hurt." Jian Xinyan's breath was already a little unsteady in the middle of her words.

Yang Huan found that his eyes looking at Jian Xinyan became more and more blurred, and he felt a sense of accomplishment.

She dragged Jian Xinyan to the bedroom, and Jian Xinyan fell on the bed, biting her index finger and staring at her meaningfully.

"And then?" Yang Huan asked while kneeling beside her.

"Then..." Jian Xinyan chuckled, "Kiss me, kiss me hard, kiss me all over my body."

One day, Mo's mother finally missed the little square dancing sisters in her hometown, and told Chen Yirou to take good care of Mo Fei, and immediately booked a high-speed rail ticket for the next day and went back.

As soon as his mother left, Murphy immediately felt refreshed. He worked harder than usual in the company, and negotiated several new orders in one breath, which made the directors of the operation department miserable.

It is said that Chen Yirou's Fever store has finally been promoted to the crown, and was also rated as a gold medal seller. Director Xiao decided to give Chen Yirou an additional 800 yuan bonus this month. On the day the salary was paid, Chen Yirou dragged Mo Fei to the supermarket, saying that he would treat customers to buy a bunch of snacks go home and eat.

Mo Fei seldom eats snacks, but Chen Yirou likes them very much. When she says she wants to treat someone, she usually eats them when she buys them back.

Since Chen Yirou loves to eat, Murphy encouraged her to buy more. Wherever Chen Yirou's eyes stayed, Murphy would put them into the shopping cart for her knowingly.

Mo Fei was pushing the shopping cart, and Chen Yirou was holding her arm, jumping up and down a few steps from time to time, as happy as a little white rabbit.

"Yang Huan told me that Director Jian asked her to move in with her." Chen Yirou chatted with Murphy about Yang Huan while choosing the flavor of potato chips.

"So fast." Murphy listened casually, focusing on Chen Yirou's profile.

"Yang Huan is a local, and asked me how to tell my parents if I want to move out."

"Just say you want to be closer to the company, so it's convenient for you to go to work?"

Chen Yirou picked up a pack of cucumber-flavored ones, thought about it, and said, "You're so smart, why didn't I think of that."

Mo Fei poked her on the forehead with a smile: "I want to eat the steamed buns you made, shall we buy some flour and go home?"

"Okay." Chen Yirou took two steps and stopped, "I have an idea. You said that the difference between steamed buns and steamed buns is whether they have fillings. What if I add jam to the steamed buns? Will it be sour and sweet? eat?"

"I've eaten bread with jam...Jam steamed buns, I haven't seen them before."

"That's right. I've seen people cut white steamed buns and spread jam on them. Wouldn't it be easier if we could just make jam buns?"

Mo Fei was very interested in Chen Yirou's idea: "If we buy fruit-shaped molds, can we still make fruit-shaped steamed buns?"

"It should be fine!" Chen Yirou picked up a bag of flour and picked out a few bottles of jam, "I'll go back and see if I can make jam buns."

"Our Xiaorou is so powerful, we can definitely do it." Mo Fei held Chen Yirou's shoulder, and Chen Yirou glanced sideways at Murphy's watch.

"Have you changed your watch?" Chen Yirou grabbed Mo Fei's wrist and looked carefully, and she didn't realize it until she stayed together every day.

"Well, my mother liked that one before, and she said she wanted to wear it home to show off to Ma friends, so she took it away." Mo Fei asked Chen Yirou with a smile, "Does it look good?"

"It's pretty." Chen Yirou smiled.

"If you like it, give it to you."

"I don't like wearing watches, and besides, you just bought me a bag yesterday."

Mo Fei picked up Chen Yirou's satchel on the shopping cart: "I gave you a new bag, why are you still carrying the old one? Look, the skin is peeling off here."

"I bought it at a foreign trade store near the school for two hundred, and it's only been used for a year. It's a pity to throw it away." Chen Yirou grabbed it and hugged her to protect it.

"I bought it for you..." Mo Fei paused, stopped talking, and changed his voice, "Hurry up and recite it tomorrow, and I will throw the old one away when you go back."

"But what is it?" Chen Yirou asked.

Mo Fei looked around: "It's nothing, does Xiaorou want to eat salmon? I think the ones I bought today are very fresh."

"Eat!" Chen Yirou didn't think much, and ran over to pick the salmon.

The things Chen Yirou and Mo Fei bought were filled with four large plastic bags. Mo Fei only let Chen Yirou carry the two light bags, and he carried the flour and the bag full of vegetables and meat, and walked to the parking lot. Go to the exit and wait for her to drive through.

Murphy's car was parked a little far from the exit. When she drove to the exit, she found Chen Yirou squatting on the ground picking up things. It seemed that the things in the plastic bags were scattered all over the floor.

A boy stood beside her with his hands in his pockets. He looked about five or six years old at most. Murphy parked the car out of the way, and trotted over to pick it up with Chen Yirou.

"Is the bag broken?" Murphy put everything in the bag, and the bag was intact.

"No, this kid was running around, bumped into me, and I fell down, so everything fell out." Chen Yirou saw the boy standing still, and asked him, "Where's your mother?"

"I'm looking for a car." The boy's voice was weak, probably because he was afraid of being scolded.

Mo Fei asked Chen Yirou: "Where did you fall? Does it hurt?"

"It's all right, it's just that the palm of my hand is scratched, it's nothing."

Murphy breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it's okay."

She picked up the bag, walked to the side of the car with Chen Yirou, and put all the bags in the trunk.

The boy ran away before, and just after Murphy put away his things, he came back with a woman.

"My son said you bullied him?" The woman asked fiercely as soon as she came over.

Chen Yirou was confused: "No, he hit me."

Murphy turned around and saw the woman, but didn't speak for a while.

The woman was wearing a complete set of sweaters, her dry hair was undyed, and her hair was randomly tied into a ponytail at the back of her head. The muscles of her face were drooping due to improper maintenance, and her nasolabial folds were obvious. She held the boy's shoulders, fiercely He glared at Chen Yirou.

This person overlapped with a distant memory, and Murphy was a little dazed. She felt that the person in front of her was her, but she couldn't believe it was her.

She just looked at the woman, fixedly, in a daze.

"Fei..." Chen Yirou saw that there was something wrong with her, and took her hand.

Mo Fei pointed at the little boy, but his gaze stayed on the woman. The loose sweater couldn't cover the woman's fat body. Judging by the style of the sweater, it was still a cheap Taobao hit.

Didn't you say you found a rich man?Doesn't that mean that is the real good home?

How could he live in such a ghostly state?

"It was your son who bumped into her first." She opened her mouth, but felt that it was difficult for her to speak.

The woman squinted at her with sharp eyes like an eagle's. After a long period of stalemate, she looked at the car beside Murphy, carefully scrutinized Murphy's attire, and finally spoke uncertainly.

"You... are Murphy?"

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Guess who this woman is, as mentioned several times in the previous article

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