Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian

Chapter 389: She Is A Vinegar Jar

"Yeah, it's hard for you to hide," Nian Xi sneered, "I was about to call and call you here."

"What's wrong with him, he's not dead."

Nian Xiqi's half-dead, "He is your brother, you say that to him."

"Just because I know it's my brother, I'm sure it won't die that fast. I'll take care of myself, take a leave note, and prepare to wait for Ji Chuan to come back these days and go to the hospital to take care of her. ? "

"Sent her back," Nian Xi hummed, "she now knows who your ex-girlfriend is."

"You said that?" Jun Ting's voice sank.

Nian Xi opened his mouth, and the scolding voice had passed over, "I just didn't tell you about Ji Chuan, you can't wait to get revenge on me, do you?"

Nian Xiqi was so bad that she thought so badly.

"Don't fool me, how could you have guessed this way? She is not a novelist, it must be something you have revealed," Nian Junting's tone seemed restless and upset.

Nian Xi is speechless. The wife you are looking for is too sensitive about her. "I'm telling the truth. I don't believe it. Women are sensitive."

"Really," she groaned every year. "It seems she cares too much about me. What should I do? Lolo has always been jealous, and she will definitely want to be sullen."

Nian Xi couldn't help voicing, "No, I think she's calm."

And who is the most jealous, she was a little unconvinced.

"Have you ever heard a word, mood and anger are indescribable, probably speaking about Lolo," said Jun Ting with his fingers on his forehead. "What should I do well, she is a vinegar jar."

"..."

Nian Xi's mouth twitched, and she wanted to get angry at him, but now she was tired, "I won't tell you, I'll hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, the annual average Ting was in trouble.

...

Tianhu Villa.

In the evening, Lausanne accompanied Sister Lan to fight in the kitchen.

Probably she heard too much today and she was not very interested.

"Sang Sang, I didn't ask you to shave ginger. Why do you shave garlic again?" Sister Lan's voice rang again.

When Lausanne looked at it, he realized that the **** in his hand had become garlic. "Sorry, I was just thinking about things."

"What do you think is so fascinating," Sister Lan asked while chopping vegetables.

Lausanne groaned and asked: "Sister Lan, do you know Leng Shuangwei?"

Sister Lan's eyes became blank before she answered, "I don't know, who is she?"

"It's nothing," Lausanne shook his head. It seemed that Leng Shuangwei was really a long-term person, otherwise Sister Lan would not have known him.

At half past six in the evening, Lausanne ate half of his meal, and the average annual Ting suddenly returned from the outside.

"Don't you say in the morning, are there any entertainments tonight, come back so early," Lausanne asked casually while eating.

"Well, come back early," Nian Junting carefully looked at her expression, and her heart was cold.

Don't look at yourself positively, you must be overwhelmed with jealousy, but on the surface, you must force yourself to calm down.

"Did they buy anything today with my mom?"

"Two lipsticks, a suit and a necklace and bracelet."

"How to buy so little," asked Jun Ting.

"You can't spend so much," Lausanne looked up. "Also ... didn't Nian Xi call you?"

Nian Junting was a little stunned in his heart. After all, what his woman was suggesting was still going to be tried in three sessions.

Mid-year: what to do, my woman is going to interrogate me.

(End of this chapter)