Dog Man

"Dog Man" acts like a spoiled child

Father Yan was so happy today that he drank a few more glasses of wine. Before he finished the meal, he stood up drunkenly and laughed three times: "Hahaha! My eldest daughter has found a wife!"

The three people present said: "..."

Yan Mother awkwardly explained to Qiao Jiang: "He, he, he drank too much, don't mind."

She reached out to help Yan's father, trying to get him into the room, but Yan's father turned around and said to Yan Zhao seriously He said, "You have to keep an eye on me. You can't be like Rong Yan anymore..."

"Ouch! Come in quickly!" Yan's mother has always been gentle. When she heard this, she couldn't help but pick up the food on the table. The basin knocked on his forehead, "Why do you keep talking out loud after drinking..."

"I turned against you! You still beat me!" Yan's father grabbed the basin and shouted, "Ada, watch it. "You can't let this bitch get used to you. You see, if you do, she will go to heaven."

Yan Zhao handed the other basin on the table to Yan's mother: "Mom, let's beat her. Anyway, he will want to wake up tomorrow." I can't get up."

Yan's mother said: "..."

Qiao Jiang looked at this scene with her chin in her hands, her peach blossom eyes shining with laughter.

Yan Zhao took Yan's father into the room alone. Yan's mother ignored him and sat here to eat with Qiao Jiang. She told the embarrassing story of Yan's father drinking. She also talked about Yan Zhao. One time he drank too much. Carrying a hoe, he said he was going to plant trees. It was past three o'clock at night, and several people pushed him to the bed to stop him.

"Mom, Abba is calling you." Yan Zhao came out and shouted.

Yan's mother responded: "Here we are."

Yan Zhao waited for her to enter the house, then walked to Qiao Jiang's side. He stretched out his head, snatched the piece of meat picked up by her chopsticks, chewed it for a while, and then asked: "My aunt said What am I doing?"

"It's about you and Rong Yan." Qiao Jiang lifted his chin with the chopstick and pressed the tip of the chopstick against his Adam's apple. "Next time, bite my chopstick and I'll poke it in.

" "Yan Zhao raised his head high and exposed his Adam's apple under her eyes. "Are you willing?"

Qiao Jiang rolled his eyes.

He wiped her chopsticks carefully with a tissue, handed them to her hands, picked them up and held them in his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder: "My mother can't tell you about Rong Yan. If you want to know, just ask me."

"If I were the second Rong Yan," Qiao Jiang put some green vegetables in his bowl. "What are you going to do?"

Yan Zhao: "..."

He held her hand, picked up the vegetables with the chopsticks in her hand and stuffed them into his mouth. He chewed them with his cheeks, and then put the tip of her chopsticks against his Adam's apple: "You'd better stab me to death." "Yes."

Qiao Jiang smiled, and the corners of her lips curved upward before the man turned his face to hers and bit her lips.

"No ifs." He said firmly with a smile on his face, "You won't."

Qiao Jiang sometimes hated the way he knew her very well. As soon as she raised her eyebrows, he pressed them down with his index finger. He bit her mouth again: "Don't say angry words, I don't like hearing them."

Qiao Jiang: "..."

She was really angry and laughed, leaning on his shoulder and laughing for a while, against his neck A bite on the hot skin.

"Go home?" He held her butt and weighed it, "The soundproofing here is not good."

Qiao Jiang: "..."

She leaned against his neck again and bit her, bitterly.

But he smiled, opened her cheek, lowered his head and kissed her fiercely and hard.

"Will you come back?" He rubbed her waist.

"I don't want to walk." She leaned lazily in his arms.

Yan Zhao let go of the person, turned his back to her, took her arms and pulled the person onto his back, and then carried her behind his back and greeted Yan's mother: "Mom, let's go."

Yan's mother said: "... ...Ah, let's go, what's wrong with her?"

The man said with a smile, "She's acting coquettishly, and she insists on carrying her."

Qiao Jiang: "..."