Chapter 76:

Nanchu was still chanting endlessly, and she could hear how happy she was. Lin Luxiao changed her posture and sat at the end of the bed with her hands behind her head and admiring his wife with her head up.
"This grid puts you underpants, mine is on the side."
Two drawers are arranged side by side, opened, and men’s and women’s underwear are neatly arranged.
"These are all newly bought by me. You can try if they fit. If they don't fit, I will buy them with you next time."
Lin Luxiao couldn't laugh or cry.
Nanchu could talk hard, ignored him, and said endlessly: "Are you afraid of the cold?"
He shook his head.
"Are you afraid of heat?"
Shook his head.
Nanchu murmured a little bit and wrote it down, not afraid of cold or heat. As expected, the army came out, and asked, "Do you like tomatoes?"
He was stunned, finding this question a bit difficult to answer. Except for not eating fish, there is nothing to like or dislike for all other dishes. Sometimes the team burns only these, and you are hungry if you don't eat.
"Okay."
Nanchu couldn't wait to ask again: "What TV do you usually watch?"
"dont see."
"Then what do you usually do in the team?"
He clasped his arms, smiling but not smiling: "Miss you."
Nan Chu rushed over, hooked his neck and pressed him onto the bed, "This answer gives him full marks, and a kiss." After speaking, he kissed him on the lips, but Lin Luxiao grabbed the back of his head and bit back. .
Nanchu struggled to push him: "Come on, I will take you to the balcony."
Lin Luxiao ignored her, pressing her back on the bed, and kissed her thin white neck all the way.
Nan Chu bit his lower lip, "Go!"
Helpless, Lin Luxiao was pulled up from the bed and dragged to the balcony.
"Dangdangdang—"
The little girl spread her hands triumphantly, "Look, I planted them all by myself."
There was a balcony full of Dangdang, full of red, green, and colorful flowers. These flowers were planted when she was studying floral art in the United States, and it took a long time to airlift them back from there.
It took another long time for people to move onto this balcony.
A man is really insensitive to flowers, but a little girl likes it, and he will follow her when raising a house. He leaned on the sliding door of the balcony with his arms folded, and the afterglow of the setting sun hung on him, hooking his lips, "You really Like flowers?"
Nan Chu nodded: "I like it! I like it very much."
Lin Luxiao licked the corners of his lips when thinking of the car of roses that the rich second generation gave her last time, feeling a little unhappy.
Nanchu didn't feel any strangeness. While playing with the flowers and plants, he turned around and saw him staring at him. He smiled, "What's the matter?"
He shook his head and smiled at himself childishly.
How long has the vinegar been still eating.
Nanchu ignored him and pointed to a bunch of five blue petals in front of him, "Guess what this flower is called?"
Wherever he could recognize it, except for roses and chrysanthemums, he collectively referred to them as flowers.
Seeing that he didn't have much interest, Nan Chu whispered: "Forget it, you don't know after that."
Lin Luxiao pulled her over and hugged her, "These flowers are hard to grow?"
Nanchu nestled in his arms: "Well, it's difficult to raise, I find someone to get these soils."
He bowed his head and kissed her, and said while kissing, "Then you will raise it well."
"..." Nan Chu pinched his chest, "What about you!"
He stared at her and smiled: "I have to support you."
At the end, I added: "You are much harder to grow than those flowers and plants."
Nan Chu rushed over to bit him, and was clasped by Lin Luxiao's backhand. He directly hugged him horizontally, hugged him back to the room, hooked the door with his feet, threw her into the bed, and bullied him over.
The little girl yelled, "Beast!"
Lin Luxiao untied the belt, directly held her slender ankle and dragged it over, pulled her underneath, and put her hand under the hem of her skirt: "Huh? What is it called?"
The little girl's evil taste is on the top, her acting skills are soaring, and her panic is vividly expressed.
Lin Luxiao braced herself and watched her play the full set alone. In the end, she couldn't help but bowed her head and sealed her lips, "Don't make trouble."
Nanchu was still crying with animals and animals.
Gradually, the atmosphere in the room became ambiguous, the voice turned softly, and murmured in a low voice. After three or four days of no doing, the atmosphere instantly burned like a flame.
(Endless, um ah ah, oh ah ah, omit 80,000 characters.)
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It's half past seven in the evening.
Lin Luxiao came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, put on his pants, and took a t-shirt from the closet to put it on, took the coat on the sofa, and glanced at Nan Chu on the bed.
He walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed with a coat in his hand. The little the bed was sleeping soundly, her black hair scattered on the bed, her mouth was slightly raised, and he couldn't help but lower her head and smile.
Dream of him?
Lin Luxiao leaned forward and pecked on her lips, fearing that she would find herself when she woke up. After thinking about it, she lowered down and kissed the person directly.
Nanchu got up with enthusiasm, and tried to beat him. After seeing the people clearly, he let the fire down. He wanted to get angry and because he didn't dare to do it, his face flushed aggrievedly.
Lin Luxiao looked at the bottom of her eyes, rubbed her hands on her face, "I'll go out for a while and come back soon. I ordered a takeaway for you. If I'm hungry, I will eat some food before going to bed, eh?"
Nanchu asked in confusion: "Where are you going?"
Lin Luxiao lightly said, "I'm going back to the team the day after tomorrow. Go and see Shen Mu and the others."
Nanchu: "Oh, when will you be back next time?"
Lin Luxiao touched her head comfortably: "I don't know, let me fight for it. You go to bed first, I'm going out."
In fact, he really doesn't coax people. When he was young, he used to go where to go, where to go where he loved to go, people who never explained to Lin Qingyuan, let alone explain to women.
But now, this is the only woman who is willing to let him coax.
Nanchu has always been very sensitive, a little bit of wind and grass can affect her mood, especially for things that she cares about. She can pretend not to care, she can pretend not to be sad, but he can't pretend to be sad not seeing her.
When Nanchu came to see him in Lushan, he almost couldn't help it several times and wanted to tell her, okay.
He gritted his teeth several times and endured it.
On the last night, he was really mad by her, but he turned to think of his vain attempt to restrain her with sex, and he felt sad. The anger in his heart was destroying his heart like a minion, tampering with his heartbeat, as if To break through the chest cavity.
Looking back now, in fact, I am also a bastard.
What a bastard.
He couldn't help lowering his head, rubbing his forehead against Nan Chu's, calling her in a dumb voice, and he got a baby like: "Nan Chu..."
Nanchu hooked his neck and pulled him towards him, patted him on the back as if he knew everything, to comfort him.
Lin Luxiao sniffed, and in Nanchu, he mistakenly thought that such an 18-foot man was crying in his arms, and was so scared that he hurriedly dialed his head, "You are crying."
Lin Luxiao squeezed her face, "Thirty-one lords have something to cry."
Nanchu snorted, "I heard that a man cries for a woman at least twice before it shows true love."
Lin Luxiao sneered: "God's remarks."
"Really, a famous director said."
"Which famous director."
Nanchu blinked: "Ear guide."
What the director.
...
Lin Qingyuan helped to book a place to eat.
I heard that it is a French restaurant that Nan Yueru must visit every time he comes back from abroad. It is a private order.
At 8:10, Nan Yueru hadn't appeared yet.
Sitting near the window, Lin Luxiao was also patient, slowly admiring the neon street scene outside the window.
At eight thirty, Nan Yueru still did not appear.
A few shops outside the window were closed, and the night lights hung high in the air with a yellow halo, and under the halo were a few flying flies, tirelessly.
At 8:45, the waiter came over and bowed to Lin Lu Xiao, "Ms. Nan said, I have something tonight, and I will meet you next time."
Lin Luxiao glanced at him, politely: "Okay, thanks."
But Lin Luxiao didn't leave. He still stared deep at the window, as if he was really enjoying the street view outside.
Until the hour hand points to nine o'clock.
Lin Luxiao just stood up and walked to the door. A light rain had already fallen outside the window. A pair of transparent beads hung like the sky and the earth, and he couldn't help but reach out.
Lin Luxiao buttoned the hat of the jacket, ready to rush into the rain curtain.
Just stepped down a step.
A black high-end car stopped in front of him, he retracted his foot, narrowed his eyes, and slowly extended his sight through the night, the rear seat window slowly lowered, Nan Yueru's face was exquisite, and he couldn't see it at all. It looks like nearly fifty.
She smiled calmly and asked him: "Would you like to sit down for a while?"
The restaurant that had already closed opened the stove again for her, and even the boss came out to greet her, and smiled and greeted Nan Yueru, "Come on? This kid has been waiting for you here for more than an hour."
"Really?" Nan Yueru said to the boss: "Of course, such a good restaurant has to wait a little longer."
The boss smiled awkwardly and found something was wrong with the atmosphere, so he found an excuse to slip away.
Nan Yueru glanced at Lin Luxiao and smiled unapologetically: "I was in a hurry for the moment, waiting?"
He turned his mouth calmly, "Anxious is not anxious, but Nanchu is at home alone, I am not at ease."
In Lin Qingyuan’s words, Nan Yueru is an old fox. When he came, he warned Lin Luxiao that no matter how she aroused you, she should not get angry. Nan Yueru likes to watch others get angry. The more angry you are, the more stable she will be. .
Tonight she just keeps you from coming off stage, you have to hold back, after all, she is your wife's mother.
Lin Luxiao’s character, Lin Qingyuan knows that although he is not at all ambiguous about major issues, he is sometimes really irritated, and his temper is that ten cows can’t be pulled back. This is because he was given by this group of uncle-level people since childhood. Spoiled.
I'm really afraid of Yinan Yueru's character, when the two collided with each other, it would be a flash of fire and lightning.
The boss ordered the dishes.
There were only two people left in the restaurant. Nan Yueru smiled at him and picked up the knife and fork in front of him, "Let’s eat first, the top French foie gras, you probably haven’t eaten it."
Lin Luxiao smiled and didn't move.
Nan Yueru: "What's the matter?" After finishing speaking, it suddenly dawned, "Can't use knives and forks? Don't eat French food very much? Do you want the boss to give you a pair of chopsticks? You are different from Nanchu. She likes to eat Western food. Didn’t you find that she can’t handle chopsticks? Because she always used knives and forks since she was a child."
Lin Luxiao lowered his head and smiled, and went to pick up the knife and fork, but it was smooth and flowing.
This is because he doesn’t like western food. When he was a child, when his mother was there, he would cook some steaks and bought some western food tools decently. Lin Qi liked to eat, and his mother never cared whether he liked it or not, as long as Lin Qi said he wanted to. Eat, every day home is a steak.
After being admitted to the military academy, I never ate it again.
He really doesn't like it.
Nan Yue smiled, "I almost forgot, your mother likes Western food."
Lin Luxiao had a meal, cut the small foie gras and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly, "Do you know my mother?"
Nan Yueru smiled and couldn't answer.
After a while, Nan Yueru suddenly called the boss, "The light is bright."
The originally dim light suddenly became bright, and Nan Yueru stared at him straightforwardly: "How much do you get in a month?"
Lin Luxiao did not hide it, "Currently seven or eight thousand."
Nanyue hobbled the table in front of her: "Know how much the dishes are."
Lin Luxiao did not answer.
"It's your salary for three months." She smiled, "Do you know how much an episode of Nanchu's filming cost? It's your half-year salary. Do you know how much her packages cost? It's your three-year salary. Come, tell me, you two are together, what do you take to make her happy? Just rely on your salary of seven or eight thousand? She is not sensible, are you not sensible at 30? What good is it for her if you drag her ?"
Lin Luxiao was silent.
"She told me yesterday that after filming this movie, she will quit the entertainment industry." Nan Yueru's eyes became fierce, sharp as a knife, and Lin Luxiao severely scratched: "You know how many crews are robbing them now. Want her? She told me that she was going to quit the entertainment industry and go to the flower shop. Did you tell me that her brain was flooded or my brain flooded and I heard it wrong?"
She hadn't discussed the matter with him, and suddenly thought of the flowers on her balcony.
Lin Luxiao was shocked, but she couldn't say a touch of soreness, her chest was blocked, her way of expressing love was very open, she would say something insignificant, but she really did something but didn't tell him.
Suddenly feel distressed, it really hurts.
My heart twitched.
After a long while, he spoke, his throat being crushed, "Since childhood, have you asked her what she likes best?"
Nanyue was stunned.
Lin Luxiao held a sour smile at the corner of his mouth, his voice echoing in the empty restaurant, mixed emotions.
"You didn’t, and I didn’t. I have never cared about what she likes to do. I only care about whether she is by my side, but I have never cared about what she really likes. So do you, with your self-conceived maternal love, even In one sentence, have you asked her? What do you like to do?"
He is too.
She was in a kiss scene with others, an intimate scene.
He was jealous, angry, jealous, and punished her in a different way, never asking.
Are you happy to be an actor?
"I don’t care if I can’t retreat from the entertainment industry. If she likes acting, let her act, and if she likes filming, let her film. She doesn’t want to act someday and is tired. Anyway, I’m waiting for her at home. For her, can you give it?"
"In the army, my life belongs to the country, and maybe I cannot help myself, but my heart belongs to her.
"I hope you understand, unless I die, I won't let go."