Alison kept his head down and blushing. The other party didn't respond for a long time. He thought Ai Chihan was angry when he was beaten. He looked up and glanced at him, and found that this guy was smiling so well.
Idiot...Alison sadly discovered that from beginning to end, she felt guilty and uneasy.
What's even more painful is that the pen is still holding her on the door panel, pulling some nonsense gossip and meaningless chatting...
OK... Since you don't plan to do something, then go back to your room to sleep... Alison was very tired, yawned, and signaled Avis to remove his arm. What kind of door is going to be said tomorrow.
"Oh, let me tell you, my mother looks very literary on the surface, but she is actually a very manic person. She may have inherited my grandfather's irritable gene."
Avis made a call without warning, and Alison was stunned.
[Then what?]
Is this related to my current situation? Did you suddenly complain about my mother in the middle of the night? Alison's forehead is full of questions...
"Then my dad is a handsome man with a gentle temper and character."
[????]
Is it shameless to express his appearance and boast about his father's handsomeness? When Alison was full of question marks, it was not that she had questions to ask, but that I felt that there was something wrong with Ives' mind!
"From childhood to adulthood, my mother has spent the days with her children at home, and she can count them with ten fingers. There are always endless things to do and endless money to make..."
[Stop! I... can I talk about it tomorrow in the middle of the night? I'm sleepy... There will be classes tomorrow morning.]
Alison finally realized the industry barriers of psychological counselors------you must be very patient to listen to several trucks of nonsense, extract the essence, and diagnose the cause.
"No! I'm going to say now, you can lie down and listen to me when you are sleepy!"
Avis let go of the iron arm shackles, let Alison freely, pointing to the soft big bed.
[Uh...then...then you'll talk while standing, no! Sit while sitting!]
Alison sat on the side of the two-palm coffee table at the door.
Pat the stool opposite and signaled that Avis lowered his buttocks.
Ai Gou was reluctant and sat down with his waist and legs, just like a giant visiting the country of Lilliput.
"Where did I just talk about?"
[Mom has endless money to make.]
"Oh yes, then my dad can only sacrifice himself and run away from both ends. I was very upset when I was a child. It was obvious that our children needed my dad more, but my mom insisted on robbing me of my dad!"
Alison yawned, [Ah------Sorry, you continue.]
"I only realized recently that my mother works so crazy, and she wants to die of fatigue. When she meets my dad and the person she likes, she can be fully charged and set out to challenge the next wave, so she needs my dad so much."
[Well...isn't this...normal?]
"So I almost died in the couch just now, and I was so tired of working and handling cases. The only idea was to see you."
Alison blinked his sleepy eyes—they became watery because of yawning, and his reaction was a little slow.
It was not until Avis watched her stop talking that the girl came back to her taste.
Blushing, eyes dodging, not daring to look at Avis's hot and straight eyes, mosquito hums
[You... are you... you are... confessing?]
Alison lowered his head, pretending that there was dust and hair on the coffee table, and fiddled with his hands.
"Do you need it? Since yesterday, I'm your husband!"
[ah?]
This shameless and shameless... Alison was so angry that he was thundered again. [Did you decide without authorization? Who... who agreed! I... I'm anyway...]
The other party is too shameless, and Alison can't think of better words to neutralize his shamelessness.
The pink bubbles in his mind were ruined by the shameless sand sculpture of Ai Moe.
"Gulugululu..."
At this moment, Avis screamed in his belly.
In this small room less than 15 square meters, it is particularly clear.
[...]
"I'm so hungry, order takeaway. I'll pay you back in two days. My agent's salary will be paid."
Ives' strength explains what it means to "As long as I am thick-skinned, the embarrassing one is someone else." He picked up his mobile phone and searched for the fried chicken shop that was opened nearby.
The embarrassing mother opened the door - Alison, who was embarrassed to be home, almost wanted to slap him again.
...
Fifteen minutes later, the fragrance of fried chicken filled the corridor. The smell of the few nearby rooms was smelling, cursing and falling asleep.
Ivis ordered 4 fried chickens and a liter of coke.
"I have to handle the case tomorrow, so I can't drink, otherwise I have to get a few cans." With a puff, I unscrewed the Coke, and put it in half a bottle, and the Adam's apple rolled, making a long burp--
This indescribable eating posture... I can't bear to live... Alison put his hands on his knees and looked at Avis obediently eating chicken in the middle of the night.
"Do you really don't eat it? Then I'll eat it all."
[It's too late, I won't eat it. Can you... finish it? Four fried chicken.]
"Fortunately, I won't eat too much before going to bed. If I had lunch, I could eat six."
You are the second senior brother of Marshal Peng who reincarnated in Gao Laozhuang that year... Alison's mouth twitched, and he suddenly resisted being entangled by this person.
Especially when he used his greasy hands, he opened his bows left and right, and after eating, he fryed dry and spicy food, and his eating speed was like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
No chicken can escape from Ivis's vision alive.
"Huh! The chickens have to be covered with facial frying to die, and they are worthy of human domestication!"
After drinking the last drop of Coke, Avis patted his belly and lay down on the bed with satisfaction.
I missed Alison with a warm and humble patted the empty seat next to me, "Come on, let's continue chatting."
[You said, I'm listening...]
Alison refused the request of Dengzhao, who was not a relative or accustomed, to clean up his leftover bones, boxes, and coke bottles...
"Hey, you said, do you think I am handsome or your brother is handsome?"
[Of course it's N...my brother!]
Alison was suddenly asked a question that almost died of the community. He made a brain teaser and gave the wrong answer.
"Aren't you! You're so tsk! You're not kind! Carl's gray-haired and white face! That little body can cut off his waist with two fingers believe it or not! Your husband, I'm a man! You are the man among men!"
This narcissism that deserves a beating is so inducing to vomit... Alison resists tucking the chicken bone into his shameless mouth.
Even if her brother Carl is not tall, handsome, shabby, and has no taste of the mother-fetal solo workaholic is about to gain weight and baldness...
That's also my dear brother!
"Your answer is hydrated! He is your brother, of course you don't think he is ugly!" Avis raised his head with one hand, lay on his side, and asked again: "Then change someone, Jemoney and I, who is handsome, are you not allowed to lie, bite you!"
[…]
Alison packed the garbage, sorted it out, and neatly ordered it into the trash can, and then cooked a pot of water and made a cup of green tea.
"You will receive overtime for answering questions. Please cherish every minute and every second of the answer and strive to submit a satisfactory answer."
[Can you be more childish?]
"Yes, that's not simple."
Avis had a front flip and landed steadily at Alison's feet. Alison almost beat Green Tea.
"Speak quickly! Who is more handsome, Jemonie or me?"
[he.]
Chapter completed!