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My sister cut a little skin, Xiaoyan, you are very concerned and cared for it carefully. It took a full five minutes to bandage a wound. And the wound she cut by Linghu Yaojue was obviously much deeper than her sister's wound.

The result is good. I haven't even broken my fingers yet, so why are you calling me?

Those words were like thunderstorms, bombing back and forth in her heart unscrupulously, making her heart shattered and messy. Crystal tears were almost falling from her cheeks.

"Sir, you don't want to cry, are you?" Wang Yan looked hesitant and his eyes were a little surprised.

"Yes, they just want to cry." Linghu Yaojue felt that her performance of acting cute and weak was not enough, and immediately she looked delicate and pitiful, which made people feel pity for me.

At this moment, Linghu Yaojue felt that her acting skills had been sublimated. She believed that even if she looked at herself with a mirror, she would feel sorry for herself.

"I feel wronged, want to cry?" Wang Yan sighed deeply and melancholy.

"Well, I just feel wronged and want to cry." A hint of water appeared in Linghu Yaojue's stunning eyes. Seeing Wang Yan's melancholy expression, he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

Wang Yan, Wang Yan, are you defeated this time?

Sure enough, what men fear most is women's tears. In the hard steel, they have to turn into softness in their fingers. Humph, the next thing should be to comfort and coax them?

Should I submit to it, or should I take it? No, I can't just submit to it so easily. If a man gets too easy, he will often not cherish it enough.

At least, you have to control him for two or three times.

Just as Linghu Yaojue was yelling in his heart, Wang Yan rolled his eyes and pointed to the kitchen door and said, "Director Linghu, you are full and have nothing to do to cry, so you go to the bathroom to cry. I also want to knead noodles and chop dumpling fillings. Don't get in the way here. The teacher's wife is hungry and is still waiting to eat dumplings."

What?

Linghu Yaojue felt dozens of thunderstorms, and kept blasting into her heart. Don’t get in the way here? The master’s wife is hungry and is still waiting to eat dumplings...

Every word of those words was like an atomic bomb, which made Linghu Yaojue die.

Is the gap between myself and my sister really that big? No, no, it must be that this guy is a mature woman and a wife. It’s not that he is not outstanding enough, but that guy is just a good guy.

The more Linghu Yaojue thought about it, the more he felt that he had found the direction. Then, she stomped her feet and cursed, "Wang Yan, you pervert." Then, she ran away in tears.

Abnormal?

Wang Yan looked puzzled and asked her to cry outside. How could this be perverted?

Woman, it's really troublesome.

A director, so pretentious, how could he lead the heroes to fight against bad people? No matter how much she is, the master's wife doesn't seem to have dinner. If she wants to eat dumplings, she must be hungry. She hurry up and chop the dumpling filling.

"duangduangduang~" Wang Yan raised his hand and fell. The shadows of the knife formed into a piece. He easily chopped the dumpling filling. Then, he started kneading the noodles again. This kneading is a fine skill, and he must live out his energy, otherwise the dumpling skin will be no longer elastic.

Just when Wang Yan was busy.

In the living room, Linghu Yaojue was crying to his sister with tears in his eyes: "Sister, I won't play anymore, it hurts my self-esteem. That guy Wang Yan doesn't like me at all. He likes you, sister."

"Don't talk nonsense." Concubine Linghu Yao put her pretty eyes on her, "My sister is his master's wife, and he only respects and loves her."

"Then, how could he do this?" Linghu Yaojue felt depressed and complained with extreme depression, "I obviously acted well, but how could the gap between him and the two of us be so huge? That pervert, I think he is a mature woman."

"Oh, you're a typical weird stool that is not right." Concubine Linghu Yao gave her a look in anger. "My sister saw all the routines you just now. The performance was too exaggerated and the craftsmanship was too strong. The skills of our Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox clan are natural and do not reveal any artificial traces. You are still a little tender."

"What should I do? Anyway, I don't want to play anymore." Linghu Yaojue was a little angry and felt a little frustrated. What happened today really hit her too much. She had already begun to make her doubt her life.

"Yaojue, our nine-tailed fox clan seems weak, but in fact they are all races full of persistence in their hearts." Concubine Linghu Yao encouraged, "The more difficult things are, the more you have to face them. Let's do this, sister will demonstrate to you and learn more for me."

"Okay, I'll try again." Linghu Yaojue looked unconfident and was a little skeptical.

"You have a look for it for your sister." Concubine Linghu Yao shook her waist and walked towards the kitchen, full of confidence. "I remember that your brother-in-law Cao Jingluo was defeated by this move."

real?

Linghu Yaojue was shocked and hurriedly followed.

Concubine Linghu Yao leaned on the kitchen door in a charming manner and said softly: "Xiao Yan, have the dumplings been wrapped? The master's wife is starving to death."

Wang Yan looked back and suddenly felt excited. He quickly turned his head and said dryly, "Master, Master, Madam, hurry up, it's ready. My noodles have been reconciled and the dumpling filling has been chopped. If you are hungry, I will make you and make dumplings."

As he said that, Wang Yan quickly made dumplings. With his current strength, his ability to control himself has long reached the point of being at will. Making dumplings is naturally no problem.

Once you pinch and rub your hands, a dumpling will come out.

In just a few seconds, three or five dumplings were wrapped.

"Oh, you are too slow to pack yourself, Master's wife will help you." Concubine Linghu Yao almost touched Wang Yan's side, picked up the dough delicately, and began to knead the scallion hands.

Linghu Yaojue, who followed behind her and looked protruding, looked sweaty when she heard it. Without saying anything, her sister's ability to lie with her eyes open is still first-class. What does it mean to be too slow to betray a person?

Judging from Wang Yan's hand speed, he can produce dozens of dumplings in one minute. Is this also called slowness?

"Oh, Xiao Yan. Master's wife can't make dumplings, so you can teach Teacher's wife." Concubine Linghu Yao pinched the dough and said with a look of shame.

"Uh... Okay." The master's wife is determined, so how dare Wang Yan not follow. He did it in slow motion on the spot, and then said, "Master's wife, it's that simple."

"Is that true?"

"No, this action should be like this."

"Oh, I'm so stupid."

Before he knew it, Concubine Linghu Yao had already crawled into Wang Yan's arms, guiding him to hug her with both hands, and taught her to make dumplings step by step. The movements and postures were really ambiguous, so much ambiguous.

But one teaches it seriously, the other learns it with ulterior motives.

Linghu Yaojue at the kitchen door saw their actions and felt a little sad. This posture really seemed to be the scene where the male and female protagonists were playing with clay in that movie.

It's too ambiguous.
Chapter completed!