cute husband is happy

Bai Bing pushed open the door, the smell of hot pot filled the air, Wan Nian Han Bing's face showed a trace of warmth, "Ning, why don't you call Xiao Feng over for dinner?"

Ning Miao blinked mischievously, "There are not many materials, it's enough for the two of us, and I don't even want to get a piece of the pie, Brother Bing, come and sit down."

The blue eyes have a pampering aura, "Well, okay, I'll take the bowls and chopsticks."

"They knew how to do it a long time ago." Ning Miao seemed to see through someone's mind, "Changchang has cooked a few big pots, there is no shortage of food."

Bai Bing finally sat down with peace of mind, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

After taking the first bite, Bai Bing showed surprise, it wasn't spicy at all, it seemed that Ning Miao cooked the food according to his own taste.

Ning Miao stared at Bai Bing intently. It was clearly A Yi's body, but as long as the core was changed, the facial features and temperament were completely different. Outsiders couldn't tell, but people who knew each other knew it at a glance, especially the Yihu tribe. They almost never misidentified the two brothers. when.

The little clan witch suddenly lost his mind and said seriously: "Bingge, happy birthday."

"Ah!" The pinched meatballs fell into the clay bowl, and Bai Bing rarely showed a dull expression, "Birthday?"

Ning Miao stretched out her hand and put it on the back of the orc's hand, "I know that when you become adults, you won't celebrate your birthday again. I only heard about it from Uncle He before I left. Brother Bing, in my tribe, no matter you are an adult or not, , family and friends will celebrate birthdays together.”

Bai Bing's gaze became hot, "Ning, thank you."

Ning Miao continued flirting recklessly, "Yeah, I have to thank me, but ah, I don't want this kind of thank you."

Picking up a well-cooked meatball again and putting it into the bowl of the little clan witch, Bai Bing regained his true color as a Bingshan man, "Eating meat gives you strength."

Ning Miao laughed so hard that she held her belly in one hand, slipped under the back of the orc's hand with the other, and raised her index finger to pick at the rough palm covered with thick calluses, "Bingge, where's the thing?"

Bai Bing grabbed the fingertips that were about to run away with his backhand, and put a simple and elegant gold ring on Ning Miao's ring finger, "50."

Ning Miao's heart stopped suddenly, and his eyes stared at the ring finger straight. Brother Bing didn't know the meaning of the ring, but Ning Miao, who put the ring on someone, suffered a huge psychological shock.

Coincidence, coincidence is too sudden.

The skin covered by the ring became hot and hot, and the heat instantly spread to the whole body, Ning Miao's cheeks flushed, "Bing, Brother Bing."

"Isn't it enough?" The male orc's cool and faint voice was somewhat helpless, "Wumeng said that he has already used his maximum authority."

"No, it's not this question." Ning Miao argued in a low voice but hurriedly, but didn't know how to explain, "I like the ring very much."

Bai Bing was neither salty nor bland, "I will pass it on to Wumeng."

Ning Miao let go of the stiff fingers that were trying to escape from the struggle, and let the orcs hold them tightly, "It has nothing to do with the Yu clan, brother Bing gave it to me, and I..."

His darkened eyes lit up again, and Bai Bing melted into a long tail, wrapped it up and closed it, and directly dragged the little clan witch who was sitting opposite him into his arms, and couldn't help saying that he picked up chopsticks and picked up vegetables for a meal, "Ning, eat more .”

Ning Miao's cheeks were stuffed with food, and his pronunciation was ambiguous, "Bingge, slow down, the chicken cloth is bitten. (Bingge, slow down, I can't eat anymore)"

As a result, after changing from an orc to a half-orc, Lord Bing of the Yiyan tribe lowered his head and pecked Lord Wu of the Yiyan tribe on the lips, not displeased at the moment when the little female was full of oil.

Luckily, the feeding stopped. Ning Miao tried to chew the food, raised her left hand and looked at the shining gold ring over and over again, feeling silly.

But as a man of science and technology, the rational Ning Miao still hasn't forgotten the business.

"Fish, dinner is ready."

"Garbage, don't eat."

"Starvation or junk food, you choose one."

"..."

"By the way, it's not allowed to drill out from such a sensitive and special part of the chest. The Yuanshi coins are all in the space ring on my left hand. I will lend you my left hand for the time being."

"..."

A toothpick-like slender granulation protruded from the second joint of Ning Miao's ring finger, and the black spikes on the top rose up, shaking to express his unwillingness, but the speed of plunging into the ring was extremely fast.

Ning Miao smiled like an aunt, and at the same time, she missed the fish in the first stage of life very much. She said that "fish are easy to raise". Since entering the growth stage, she has become arrogant and prudish, and we can never go back, right? .sad.

Bai Bing didn't shy away from the strange demon that appeared from Ning Miao's left hand. He should feed, eat, wash, and sleep without changing his face.

Of course, sleep is, in a sense, an intense verb.

On the 140th of Huayue [-], the third battle continued, and Ning Miao was naturally in bed.

After serving the little females for breakfast, leaving beetles, Honghong, Huzi, missing teeth and little feet to guard the door, Bai Bing led a large army to the wind and sand martial arts arena to watch the battle.

In the atrium, the four of Dashan fell into a sound sleep unexpectedly. Is the food in Fengsha City so good?How many people in Dashan have eaten in one meal to the critical point?Bai Bing observed carefully and found nothing unusual, so he had to tell the medical team to keep an eye on it.

Ning Miao disliked Xiaojiao and Honghongchiguoguo's suggestive probing gazes, and waved them off to inquire about news.

The beetle shut the door obediently. Lord Ning and the Yi patriarch, Lord Bing, preferred to be alone after that.

The world is quiet, Ning Miao turns over and turns flat into side lying. In fact, Brother Bing is very restrained. Unfortunately, there is too much difference in structure. The little clan witch was not reconciled, and planned to find a punching bag.

"Fish, eat and eat, you will know how to eat. It's not enough to chew on rocks all night, it won't hold you to death."

"Skipping..."

"Hey, Yu'er, the master is calling you. Hmph, I've been ungrateful for money. I'll buy you Moge for 50 yuan. Stop chewing and come out to chat with the master."

"Skipping..."

"Who is the one who scolded junk food so righteously? This will make me forget about it. Yu'er, if you have face, won't it hurt?"

"Skipping..."

Ning Miao was angry: "Dead fish, broken fish, bad fish, greedy for snakes, miser..."

"Stupid." Energized after eating and drinking, Yu'er was full of energy, "Dare to scold me again."

"Dead fish, broken fish, bad fish, greedy for snakes, miser, what's the matter, bite me." Ning Miao raised her left hand cheaply, making faces at the toothpick on her ring finger.

In the next second, the grimace froze, and the little clan witch screamed, "Fuck, you really bite!"

The toothpick turned into a canopy of "sea anemones", and if it were a patient with intensive phobia, he would faint on the spot.

The flesh-colored tentacles elongated at the speed of light, and countless black spikes spread out, piercing into the underwear, piercing, and biting.

Ning Miao subdued immediately, "Yu'er, stop, ah. I swear, I won't scold you again. It's so uncomfortable. I'm going to die. Stop it."

"What are you shouting about? Shut up. Your body is too weak. This deity should strengthen it with Yuanli, so that your fragile bones and soft flesh won't be stretched apart when this deity advances in the future."