Chapter 70: : The twisted melon is not sweet

When Yue Zitong walked down the stairs with the railing the next morning, Li Nanfang had already prepared breakfast.
It was as if the two had never had any conflicts. After seeing her down, Li Nanfang still smiled attentively, opened the chair for her, and said that the aunt would please sit down.
However, Yue Zitong can see the indifferent estrangement from his eyes. His current diligence is only because he is playing the role of the grandson-in-law of the Yue family.
There was a smirk on his face that couldn't hide the tiredness, which proved that he didn't sleep well last night.
Yue Zitong regretted a little.
I regret that I shouldn't have said that last night to hurt Li Nanfang's man dignity.
But that's the truth. No matter how easy and comfortable I got along a few days ago, and even wanted to marry him, she never regarded him as a real sweetheart.
As a superb beauty, she has no plans to be single for a lifetime. Of course, she has to have a sweetheart. It is normal to tell her ‘contract partner’.
But why, after feeling Li Nanfang's indifference and alienation, she would regret it, feel a little cruel, and could not help but want to apologize to him?
Yue Zitong was upset and finished his breakfast unknowingly.
Li Nanfang took the initiative to wash the pots and dishes again. It seemed that he had regarded staying with Yue Zitong as a kind of work.
It's just work, without any personal feelings, even though he is still humming a little song happily on the surface.
"On weekends, my mother will be here."
After Li Nanfang cleaned up, wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen, Yue Zitong, who was sitting on the sofa, put down his phone and said.
After a moment of stunned, Li Nanfang smiled and said, "Okay, then I will purchase one day in advance, and let her craft when her old man arrives."
"You can----"
Yue Zitong pursed the corner of his mouth, then smiled: "Haha, forget it, don't say it."
"Don't worry about this. As long as I promised you, I will definitely do it. Then, I will let her old man see how loving we are. Auntie, please trust me. My acting level is normal. Really----"
As soon as Li Nanfang said this, Yue Zitong screamed suddenly: "Don't mention the word acting!"
Looking at Yue Zitong whose face was flushed, Li Nanfang smiled without saying a word.
"Sorry."
Yue Zitong stared at him for a long time before sitting down in frustration: "My mood is very abnormal, I apologize to you."
"No, you did nothing wrong."
Li Nanfang shook his head, took out his phone and looked at the time: "It's seven o'clock, you should change your clothes and go to work."
"Li Nanfang, I can assure you that I will never marry Helan Fusu!"
I don't know why, just when Li Nanfang was about to walk into the guest room, Yue Zitong said loudly.
"Does it make a difference to me who you marry or who you marry?"
Li Nanfang turned his head and asked with a smile.
Yue Zitong had nothing to say again.
Whether she marries Helan Fusu or Li Fusu Qin Fusu, as long as she doesn't really marry Li Nanfang, it is the same to him. He can only act as his contract boyfriend.
Then I will really marry you!
Especially after thinking of Li Nanfang's indifferent eyes when he looked at her, Yue Zitong's blood suddenly boiled all over, impulsively.
Don’t let it go. Isn’t it the same thing for women in this life, that is, modern society. Women can choose and find their husband’s house. If they were in the feudal society in the past, women would only find out that their husbands were born in the night in the bridal chamber. What kind, whether it is the lame or the blind, is not it also for him to have children?
At the very least, it is much better for Li Nanfang to be a scumbag than a lame and blind man.
Yue Zitong walked over quickly, kicked open the door, looked at Li Nanfang with a surprised face, and said every word: "I, marry you."
"what?"
Li Nanfang was taken aback.
"I said, I will marry you, be your daughter-in-law, and give birth to you. If you don't believe me, you can take me now and go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the certificate afterwards."
Yue Zitong said, raising his hand... the plain white cotton yarn home clothes slipped to the ground.
The morning sun sprinkled on her through the window glass, coating her with a layer of gold, making this ketone body look more charming and sacred.
Looking at Yue Zitong, Li Nanfang's cheeks swelled, his breathing became obvious, his eyes began to turn red slowly.
In the past, the two had actually had that kind of relationship, so when Yue Zitong did this, he didn't feel embarrassed at all, and his movements were natural, as if he should have been.
Throwing the small crystal slippers aside, Yue Zitong walked slowly to Li Nanfang, hooked his neck with his left hand, and took his left hand with his right hand. His voice trembled and said: "Now, now, I am yours. Whatever you do to me."
In Li Nanfang's throat, there was an extremely suppressed snoring, and Yue Zitong closed his eyes.
It is strange that after closing her eyes, a man's shadow appeared in front of her, not only like Helan Fusu, but also like the black ghost who just met last night, and a little like Li Nanfang.
She knew that she had combined Helan Fusu, a mysterious, mysterious, powerful and terrifying black ghost with a perfect masculine demeanor, and Li Nanfang, who had made good dishes, into one person.
After softening the three people together, they became a perfect man.
There is no girl who doesn't like this kind of ‘complex’ man, but it is obvious that Yue Zitong cannot have these three at the same time, and he can only choose Li Nanfang who can do a good job.
This is her destiny. Even without the high pressure of Father Yue, God had long arranged for them to have the closest relationship in the United States.
If this is the case, why should Yue Zitong contend with fate?
It would be better to cut the mess with a sharp knife, and simply to get Li Nanfang down, which would save you the trouble of defying grandpa.
Alas, in fact, in this life, I have no right to pursue my love like other girls. After feeling Li Nanfang's trembling right hand and hugging his waist, Yue Zitong sighed in his heart. , But a relieved smile appeared on his face.
Another scene appeared in her mind. In the violent storm, a delicate flower was destroyed and withered. She was the flower, and Li Nanfang was the coming storm. In addition to suffering, she There is no resistance.
She was held on the bed by Li Nanfang.
The wooden bed is very hard and it is uncomfortable to lie on it, but it is more uncomfortable compared to the one that will be coming soon. This is really nothing. In order to prove that he doesn't care, Yue Zitong, who closed his eyes, smiled and asked: "What do you like best? Posture?"
"I like rolling the most."
Li Nanfang's voice was strange, as if he was not speaking.
"How to get out?"
Yue Zitong was puzzled, just about to open her eyes, she rolled up --- was rolled up by Li Nanfang with a sheet, wrapped like a big rice dumpling, with only one head exposed and a pair of snow white feet.
"From now on, don't just bare your in front of a man. If you do this again, I will you to death!"
Li Nanfang turned his back to the bed, raised his hand and rubbed his face vigorously, and walked quickly to the door.
"Asshole, except in front of you, when will I stop moving?"
Yue Zitong was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "Li Nanfang, what do you mean?"
"The twisted melon is not sweet."
Li Nanfang dropped these words and closed the door with a slam.
"Isn't the twisted melon sweet? This bastard, when has he been so particular about it?"
Yue Zitong was stupefied for a while, and sat up with great effort, with a face full of weirdness, and muttered to himself: "I don't eat the meat and bones delivered to the door. Is he still a man?"
When Aunt Yue walked out of the living room, she had restored her appearance as a tall and glamorous president.
Li Nanfang squatted under the root of the east wall, holding a board while packing up a used mountain bike.
When Yue Zitong went home last night, she didn't notice that there was a mountain bike over there, and couldn't help asking: "Are you going to go to work by bike?"
"Yeah, I don't have a driver's license, and I can't let you, the big boss, be a groom for me, so riding a bike is the best choice, green and environmentally friendly, and exercise."
Li Nanfang turned his head and smiled, showing his neat white teeth.
"If you like to ride a bike, just ride a bike."
Yue Zitong seemed to realize that this boy had good teeth at this time, so he stayed for a while, snorted pretentiously, turned to the car, and drove out of the villa.
"Boy, do you think it's difficult to get a driver's license for my aunt? I want to ride a bike to escape your fate of being a groom, that's a dream."
Looking at Li Nanfang, who was riding the bike, from the rearview mirror, and the aunt Ben who deliberately slowed down, she sneered, and her mood was suddenly infinitely better.
After she took the initiative to recommend the pillow seat and was rejected, when the two met again, there was no embarrassment, as if they just shook hands, there was no need to take it to heart.
The key problem is that when the scum Li turned his head and smiled, the auntie Ben did not notice the indifference in his eyes—the relationship between the two people had returned to before the conflict.
Mr. Yue is sure that after dinner in the evening, Li Nanfang will definitely ask to flip a coin.
"Throw it, throw it away, my aunt will be afraid of you?"
Looking at the rearview mirror again, Yue Zitong lightly tapped the accelerator, and the speed immediately increased.
Li Nanfang also speeded up, his feet were like stepping on a hot wheel, and he was still yelling at her. She must be calling her to slow down. Yue Zitong stretched out his left hand, raised a nice middle finger, and laughed wildly. Put on the gas pedal again, and soon he was thrown away.
"Dare to finger me, do you have that function?"
Li Nanfang sneered, bent over and pushed up his ass, kicking desperately.
Buying a second-hand bicycle and riding to and from get off work can prevent the body from deteriorating due to the enjoyment of life, and secondly, it can hang behind her and observe the special situations that may arise around her at any time.
In the urban area, the speed of cars is not as fast as bicycles. After a few minutes, Li Nanfang saw the sturdy car again.
As soon as Yue Zitong's car drove through the intersection, Li Nanfang snapped his horse, and the green light turned into a red light.
He didn't intend to stop, there was no traffic police at the intersection, and he was not afraid of being photographed. He could slap the ground like an arrow----I rely on, who, is riding a broken motorcycle so fast, so anxious to reincarnate?
Just when Li Nanfang was just looking at Aunt Yue’s car, a scooter appeared in front of him, as if emerging from the flat ground. He didn’t even have the opportunity to brake, so he could only curse in his heart. With a shit, he ran into him with his eyes open.
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