In front of Uncle Yun and Qiaohui, He Yiyi swaggered back to Bomuying's room, leaving two old and young people looking at each other in a row.

Qiaohui's eyes were filled with tears, and she bit her lip unconvinced: "Why should she teach me a lesson? Even my wife hasn't spoken to us like this."

"Then don't gossip behind your back, and let people hear it. If the wife hears it, can you still do it here?"

Uncle Yun didn't think there was anything wrong with He Yiyi, but instead felt that this girl was not as honest and domineering as she looked like she looked.

Qiaohui was reluctant to go into the toilet. The floor tiles inside were clean and there was no drop of water. He Yiyi really taught her a lesson on purpose. Thinking of this, her hand holding the mop tightly clenched, and the veins were rising.

In the bedroom where Bo Mu looked, the man had already set up the floor. When he saw He Yiyi coming in in her pajamas, he uncomfortably pulled the collar and hurried out to wash.

He Yiyi sat on the edge of the bed for no reason, and seemed to have a breath on her chest. What's wrong with this person?

At the dining table, she was so arrogant and bickering with Han Suqin, but she didn't get angry when she saw him. Now that there was no one around, he got angry.

At that time, the bathroom was brightly lit.

The man was naked, wearing only a pair of trousers, with wide shoulders and narrow waists. His figure was so perfect that it was amazing. He kept pouring cold water on his head with a wooden puff, but the confused thoughts surged in his mind.

Bo Muwang took a deep breath, and suddenly leaned over and took a bucket of water, poured it on his head, and the cold pleasure spread throughout his body. The cold wind came in through the gaps in the window. He was clever and suddenly calmed down.

What's wrong with me?

Are you sick again?

The man breathed impatiently, hurriedly wringed out the towel, wiped it over, put on his clothes and went out.

In the room, He Yiyi crossed her legs and whistled, and was flipping through the old newspapers several days ago.

"Didn't you tell you not to move the books on the bookshelf?"

His tone improved a lot, but He Yiyi disagreed: "You are talking about books, but I am moving about newspapers."

She was so bored that she couldn't sleep at all, she didn't have a black and white TV or a radio. Could she stared at him?

"How long are you going to go back here?"

Bo Muwang took off his slippers and sat cross-legged on the floor. Did he spoil her too much and actually let her sleep in his room?

He made him sick!

"I... will leave soon, so please give me ten thousand hearts."

He Yiyi's eyes were locked by a message in the newspaper, and she immediately had an idea in her heart.

"soon?"

Bo Mu looked at her in confusion.

But she suddenly tore off a page of newspaper, folded it neatly, and put it in her pajama pocket, "I'm going to sleep, I won't bet with you too much, turn off the lights."

Bo Muwang was choked by her. Not only was he not angry, but his curiosity became stronger. What trouble did she do?

She had already made a fierce move by Bo Muwang, who never dared to take this fat girl lightly again.

In the middle of the night, when He Yiyi was snoring heavily, a black shadow suddenly sat up and slowly approached the edge of the bed. Her fingers carefully touched her body, rubbing her pajamas inch by inch.

Two inches and three inches on the abdomen...the position of the pocket!

Bo Mu Wang's heart tightened, and a finger slowly climbed up, touched the edge of the gap, and subconsciously drilled into it with the middle finger.

babble?

Something is wrong?

Newspaper?

The man was suspicious, but his fingers rubbed inward felt softer and softer, as if they were a boneless meat rabbit.

"No...Qiuhui...No..."

At this time, the woman turned over in discomfort and moaned like a dreamy moan in her mouth, which immediately made the man feel like he was struck by lightning. His finger trembled like an electric shock, and suddenly retracted, and the whole person was stiff and dared not move for a moment.

Fuck!

Bo Muwang almost spurted his nose bleeding.

He actually touched the fat girl's...rabbit?

The man was crazy and went into his floor. He was messy. He lay down for less than three seconds and then sat up suddenly and took out a bottle of medicine from the drawer and found two to swallow it.

What a hell tonight!

**

At 5:30 in the morning the next day, Bo Muwang opened his eyes, driven by the biological clock, but found a pair of fat faces with big dark circles aimed at him.

He was startled and scolded impatiently: "What are you going crazy!"

He Yiyi moved her face away and muttered indifferently: "I've had a nightmare. I woke up from scare at two o'clock and haven't fallen asleep until now, whimpering...'

As she said that, she rubbed her eyes with her fat hands and pretended to be pitiful.

Bo Muwang no longer had the intention to coax her. She... she was no longer a fat child in his eyes, because he... also had a shameful dream.

"Why don't you ignore me? I really had a disgusting dream. I was so disgusting that I couldn't sleep for half a night!"

She grabbed her collar and wanted to go to the bathroom to get soap to wash her chest more than ten times.

Last night, I didn't know how to be a Mao, but she suddenly dreamed that Bo Qiuhui was sleeping with her again and asking for love with her...

Bo Muwang glanced at her sideways, and saw her clenching her pajama collar, and suddenly felt uncomfortable as if she had eaten a fly.

Could it be...

The dream she had had had had nothing to do with him?

"Then you have a good rest. It's nothing to do anyway, so let's have a sleep."

The man felt guilty and actually became gentle.

He Yiyi was held down as if he was confused and held his big hand uneasy: "Bo Muwang, from last night to now, your mood has changed so much. I'm a little scared. You might have become a different person again, right?"

"Uh...No, as long as you are obedient."

Bo Muwang pulled his collar in disgust. Why did he really become her man?

"Okay."

He Yiyi reluctantly let go of his hand, closed her eyes obediently, and Bo Muwang reached out and touched her face, "Don't think about it, I'm here..."

It was precisely because he, a wolf in sheep's clothing, slept beside her that she was in peace.

Out of guilt, the man came back from morning exercises and actually plunged into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Qiaohui was startled when she came in, "How can you make breakfast?"

That fat woman is so lucky, right? She married into the commander's house and asked a man from an officer to wash his hands and make soup?

"You go and do it. I'll come here. Remember not to wake her up."

Bo Muwang reminded me, but I didn't raise my head to knead the dough.

He does know how to cook, but there is only one woman who has eaten him. He Yiyi knows him less than half a month, and this is the second time. As expected, fat people are blessed.

But the man kneaded the dough without saying a word. It was wrong as he rubbed it. The dough under his hands seemed to have become what he touched last night...

"Damn!"

He smashed the dough hard.

In the bathroom upstairs, Qiaohui saw wet clothes in the bucket. She picked it up and found that it was a man's pajamas and underwear.
Chapter completed!