Reincarnation: I Married My Ex’s Brother

After a long time, Fang Yusheng took off the bag.

When the two people were walking on a strange street, with strange language in their ears, Qiao Jiusheng suddenly tightened Fang Yusheng.

Fang Yusheng's lips curled, "What's the matter?"

Qiao Jiusheng told the truth, “I don’t know many foreign languages, so don’t get lost.” Among all foreign languages, Qiao Jiusheng is only proficient in English, with a little knowledge of French and Japanese, and the local language of country T. She can only understand a few, not a single sentence. can speak.

There are people coming and going on the street, if you really get lost, it will be troublesome.

Fang Yusheng squeezed her hand tightly, "That's it."

In a foreign country, he is her translator and she is his guide.

Passing by a crowded side street, Fang Yusheng smelled a smell of meat that had been unfamiliar for a long time. He stood at the street, sniffed his nose, and suddenly stopped leaving. Qiao Jiusheng stopped and asked him, "What's the matter?

"Is there a lamb roll in this small street?"

Qiao Jiusheng looked into the depths of the street.

Both sides of the noisy and crowded street are filled with various snacks. A sign is placed at the feet of vendors, and the price is written in English, Chinese and Japanese. When Qiao Jiusheng saw several mutton rolls, he said to Yu Sheng, "Yes, do you want to eat it?"

Fang Yusheng nodded.

"This snack is not clean."

"Eat a little occasionally, it's okay."

"okay then."

She pulled Fang Yusheng into the street.

Qiao Jiusheng took him to the stall where the business was doing the best. Fang Yusheng smelled the scent of meat, and communicated with the vendors in the not pure T Mandarin. He bought a plate of mutton rolls, and sat down with Qiao Jiusheng on the street table.

Fang Yusheng had a bad stomach, so Fang Yusheng could only try something fresh.

He took a bite and frowned deeply.

wrong.

This is not the taste in his memory.

Qiao Jiusheng took a bite and thought it was okay, but it was not as delicious as he thought. His favorite mutton roll, the young master Fang, tastes really bad. Seeing Fang Yusheng's expression was wrong, Qiao Jiusheng asked, "What's the matter?"

Fang Yusheng shook his head and laughed a little helplessly, "To be honest, the taste is really bad." It is obvious that the taste is not delicious, why has he been obsessed with it for ten years.

He couldn't help thinking deeply whether he missed the taste of this mutton roll or Qiao Jiusheng who bought him the mutton roll?

It doesn't matter, he found his little mistress, whether the mutton roll is delicious or not, it doesn't matter anymore.

Qiao Jiusheng nodded approvingly, "Yes, it's not delicious."

"Stop eating, let's go."

Five mutton rolls, they got up and left without finishing two of them.

After returning to the hotel, Qiao Jiusheng found that Fang Yusheng was like a nasty little fairy. No matter what she did, he would follow. She wanted to go to the bathroom and he wanted to be company. Qiao Jiusheng couldn't bear it and pushed him against the wall, full of aggression.

She suppressed her anger and asked him, "What's the matter with you? Like a follower!"

Fang Yusheng felt a little wronged, and Qiao Jiusheng wrapped his arms between her arms and the wall.

This standard wall-banging posture made Fang Yusheng think of the drama of the overbearing president's little wife that Fang Yuqing had told him. It's just that when it comes to him and Qiao Jiusheng, the roles are reversed, he becomes the little wife, and Qiao Jiusheng becomes the overbearing president.

After returning to his senses, Fang Yusheng cast his eyes down at Qiao Jiusheng's proud chest, and honestly admitted, "I want to do it."

Qiao Jiusheng looked confused.

WTF?

Fang Yusheng put his hands on her waist and repeated the words again. "I want to do it."

Confirming that he heard it right, Qiao Jiusheng's expression became a little weird. He pestered her all afternoon because he wanted to do it?

Want to be straightforward!