Yang Wei looked at Bai Lu's back as he left, and couldn't understand which nerve she touched. She didn't name her but insisted on taking the role. Yang Wei couldn't help but feel a headache. It looked like the tank was more cute than a woman.

More.

Bored Yang Wei took out the map to plan his next itinerary, but before he could spread the map, a knock on the door sounded. Yang Wei chuckled without raising his head and said, "Why is this time so refreshed.

Quick? Didn’t you bring any money?”

Yang Wei thought it was Bai Lu and came back, but when he opened the door, he saw that it was Wan'er standing at the door. She stood outside the door, holding a food plate in her hand, and said softly: "

The gentleman was busy and worked hard, and Wan'er had no choice but to repay him, so she made a bowl of our Shanxi noodle soup for her. She expressed her feelings and hoped that she would not refuse."

The soup bowl on the plate was steaming, and the spicy and seductive breath made Yang Wei salivate. He didn't care about being polite at the moment, so he quickly let Wan'er into the door and put away the map on the table.

Wan'er looked around the room and said curiously: "Sir, isn't there? This soup is specially prepared for the weight of the two." Blood-quenching Shanhe 250

Yang Wei pulled Wan'er to sit down, staring at Tang Wan casually and said, "Mrs. I'm always used to not taking it to heart when I go out for a walk. Anyway, even if she's there, I won't drink it."

"Sir," Wan'er whispered timidly while serving soup: "This time it really caused trouble for the teacher. The husband and wife saw that they were good people. The two helps made Wan'er very grateful.

If it is because Wan'er ordered a grudge between Mr. Wan'er and his wife, then Wan'er will be unforgivable."

The Shanxi noodle soup in front of him was very attractive. Yang Wei picked up the soup bowl and couldn't wait to taste it. A smile suddenly appeared between his eyebrows and eyes, and he praised repeatedly: "It's not bad, this skill is really amazing."

Wan'er smiled embarrassedly and said, "Sir has gone too far, it's just a fool's plan. I just don't know if the taste of this hometown is used to it."

Yang Wei, who was empty-headed, nodded quickly and said, "It's indeed authentic Shanxi flavor. It seems that your husband has a good taste."

Yang Wei said this casually without thinking, but Wan'er's expression didn't seem to look good. She lowered her head and said softly with a little aggrieved in her voice: "He never eats what I cook."

Yang Wei, who knew that he had said the wrong thing, was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help but sigh for Wan'er's rough life experience. However, no matter how Yang Wei comforted her, Wan'er's expression was always gloomy and ugly. After Yang Wei finished eating, she packed up her bowl.

Chopsticks, whispering as if they were so angry, "Sir, I'd better take a rest early, and Wan'er said goodbye."

Wan'er was about to leave with a food plate, but before she could reach the door, she heard the bowls and chopsticks falling on the ground and cracked. Wan'er's body softened and almost fell down. Fortunately, Yang Wei put it in advance.

He held it in his arms.

Wan'er, who was limp in Yang Wei's arms, was as light as nothing, and her face was pale and ugly. Yang Wei said anxiously: "Are you feeling uncomfortable? I'll ask someone to go to the doctor."

Wan'er waved her hand weakly and said, "You must never bother sir. Wan'er is just weak in blood, so you'll be fine after a moment of rest."

Looking at Wan'er's slender and weak body, Yang Wei picked her up and put her on the bed, regretting it: "I'm tired on the road, and I didn't consider your weak body. I'll ask someone to cook some soup for you."

Yang Wei was about to leave after he said that, but his hands climbed up to his arm. The weak Wan'er pulled Yang Wei's wrist and stared at Yang Wei with pity in her eyes, and said in a silence: "Sir, don't leave."

I don't know if it was Wan'er's "distant" eyes or the faint begging and a little longing voice that made Yang Wei feel a little dizzy. A woman's soft begging was enough to make any man unable to refuse, Yang Wei sat down with the flow.

Wan'er looked at her pretty face.

Wan'er pulled Yang Wei's palm and gently pressed it against her cheek, lamenting: "Sir is a good person, but it's a pity that Wan'er doesn't have such a good life. Everything in this world is destined by God, but Mr. can do it at this time.

Sitting next to Wan'er is enough for Wan'er."

Because she was pulled by Wan'er, Yang Wei leaned forward, and suddenly she seemed a little dizzy in front of her. Wan'er, who was lying on the bed, turned into two figures, and in a blink of an eye, became four more. Yang Wei shook his head and tried to stand up

Let her sit firmly, Wan'er held his hand and refused to let go. She looked at Yang Wei with tears flashing eyes begging: "Sir, do you dislike Wan'er? Although Wan'er is a "woman", she has been

There has never been a man or a woman, and it is not the kind of person that the teacher thought. However, after returning this time, my family will definitely order me to remarry, and in this way, it will only be a broken flower and willow.”

Wan'er whispered in a low voice, but Yang Wei pressed his forehead and waved his hand, "You're too worried, I just feel a little dizzy."

"Dirty?" Wan'er barely sat up on the bed and said with concern: "My father has a headache, but Wan'er can press the acupoint. Why don't you try it?"

Before Yang Wei could answer, Wan'er pressed Yang Wei on the bed without saying a word, pressed her hands against Yang Wei's sun's acupoint and gently pressed it. Her delicate waist slowly moved at Yang Wei's hand, slender.

The lotus arm slowly puts its strength on the slender and delicate pairs, and the delicate body seems to be performing a fascinating dance.

Just as Yang Wei was half asleep and half awake, a fragrant breath surrounded him, and the moving voice said in his ear like a nightingale crying: "Sir, how do you feel?" The Blood-Tempered Mountains and Rivers 250

Yang Wei opened his eyes and saw Wan'er who was close to him. Her lips were almost pressed against Yang Wei's earlobe. The restless blood made Yang Wei feel itchy, and his hands climbed to Wan'er's waist in a silence.

During this moment, the waist twisted slightly, and half pushed back a little, but instead made Yang Wei's blood boil and he pulled Wan'er into his arms.

The soft body exuded a hot breath. Wan'er gasped, but her body pressed tighter towards Yang Wei. Her whole body fell softly and weakly into Yang Wei's arms. She raised her eyes and looked at Yang Wei's eyes.

With a little tears, half questioning and half angrily said, "Don't sir, don't you dislike Wan'er?"

Yang Wei didn't say anything, but just nodded slowly silently. The hands had slowly moved down from Wan'er's waist. Every inch of skin that had been thrust through her fingertips was trembling slightly, catering to Yang Wei's fingertips.

Wan'er fell in Yang Wei's arms and said slowly like a dream: "When I first saw you, Wan'er had a special liking for you. It was already a blessing in this life that Wan'er had no other requirements.

, Even if it is just a love relationship, it is enough…”

Before he finished speaking, Wan'er's lips were slowly pressed against Yang Wei's lips, and her hands climbed up to Yang Wei's neck, and her dexterous hands slowly unbuttoned Yang Wei's buttons.
Chapter completed!