MTL - Best Ex-wife: President, Don’t Count on Me-Chapter 861 What a stubborn donkey

"Can you speak well?"

The warm little face was cold.

Seeing the warmth was really angered, Yefu calmed down, and said seriously: "I didn't lie to you! You are really drunk, it is a kind of floral fragrance called drunk dream, when people smell, It ’s like being drunk. "

Before the warmth fainted, it did smell a strong floral fragrance. Really because of the kind of flower called drunk dream ...

Warming her delicate brows warmly, she asked: "Why are you all right then?"

Yeff smiled particularly badly: "Drunken dreams are bred by me, I have antibodies in my body! If you get drunk a few times, you will also produce antibodies!"

nonsense!

Look around warmly, walked over, took the Yu Mao's "hair" towel, and a small **** in the corner, turned around and left.

Yeff was so shocked that he caught up and stopped the warmth. "What are you doing?"

Warm raised the **** in his hand and smiled particularly sweetly: "I have a faster way than producing antibodies!"

"you……"

Yeff's expression of "I lost to you" waved his hand, "You go! A" Mao "towel wants to resist my drunk dream! Wait for you to feed the wolf!"

The hand holding the **** warmly tightened. She looked up and looked at Yefu. She wanted to consider the true "sex" of Yefu's words, but Yefu flicked her hand and turned back to the room.

"By the way, I would like to give you a friendly reminder that there is no second way to go! I have drunk dreams all around this house, and, in the early morning, when the fragrance is the strongest!"

Houshan can't go, is it always possible in front? Warm thought of the sugar cane forest when he came yesterday. It turns out that the winding roads are all blindfolded. As long as he has determined the direction, he can go straight ahead.

Thinking of this, the warmth went downstairs without hesitation, and the **** in his hand just happened to cut the sugar cane!

Yeff came out of the log cabin, stood under the colonnade, and shook his head while looking at the warm back. "It's a little stubborn donkey! If I inherit the family industry in the future, I can let grandpa reward me this woman! It's a pity ... Alas, those flowers and plants are more important! "

She walked warmly and vigorously towards the sugar cane field, but soon she met a roadblocker-a clean and neat cobblestone path, with a few more pots of red flowers, blooming brightly and warmly in the morning light, with a rich fragrance The wind is coming.

Hold your breath quickly and warm, turn around and run back!

Although she was n’t sure it was a drunk dream, but what if?

damn it! Who puts flowers on the road? It is clear that the guy deliberately made troubles!

Warmly running back, I saw Yev sitting on the swing downstairs, and the little squirrel leaped beside him holding the pine cone. On the stone table next to it, a bottle of red wine, two Goblet.

This kid would enjoy life!

Warmness can't wait to walk over and hit his head with a hoe!

Hearing the sound, Yev raised his eyelids lazily, "Are you back?"

Unsurprisingly, she obviously knew that warmth would come back.

With a slap of warmth, he dropped the **** on the ground, walked over, kicked the swing hard, and Jeff was "swayed" with the swing!

"Ohmygod!"

Yeff screamed, grasping the rope tightly, and his face changed!

"You dead woman, stop, I'm afraid of heights!"

Elbow is warm, and the smile is particularly sweet.

"Afraid of heights? Very good!"

auzw.com When Yeff came down from the air and "swinged", the warmth aimed at another foot, which was more ruthless than before!

"Oh-ohoh ..."

Yeff was pale and scared, screaming constantly in the air, begging for mercy: "Sister! I'm wrong! Please stop!"

She shrugged warmly and innocently, she hadn't done it, okay? Just move your feet, hehe!

In the end, Yeff burst out and shouted, "Let me down, I have the medicine!"

He warmed up and sat down on the side stool and waited, resting one foot on the place where the swing fell, ready to come for the second time.

After a few minutes, the swing finally stopped.

Ye Fu lost blood on his entire face, half-paralyzed on the swing, and glanced at the warm, feeble: "You little ruthless man!"

A warm foot rested on the swing stand, a look ready to kick out at any time, she leaned forward slightly, smiled particularly sweet, and the tone was extraordinarily cordial: "Mr. Yves, what about the" medicine "?"

Yev was half-dead by her, and she no longer dared to play tricks, panting, and pouted at the red wine bottle on the table, "No!"

"It seems that the" swing "is not high enough!"

Warm up straight, ready to kick Yev kick!

"Don't!" Yev pleaded, "I really didn't lie to you!"

Warm and suspicious: "Don't tell me that red wine is the cure for medicine!"

Yeff nodded and added: "It's not just red wine, it was brewed in our own estate, and then I added another plant preparation called Mengsheng. After drinking it, drunk dream will be invalid!"

Warm walked over to pick up the bottle on the table and looked at it. From the appearance, it was not much different from the average vintage red wine.

"Why are you messing with these messes, won't you hurt your body if you drink it?"

Yeff got up from the swing and sat on the stone bench staggeringly, retorting: "What is" chaotic "stuff? This is a new breed that I have carefully cultivated! Botanist! "

Yves slammed his heart.

He warmly glanced at him, and it was a little funny, "Youth, no matter what kind of home is generally famous, will not claim to be famous, young man, be humble!"

Yev cut: "How old you seem to be!"

I am a mother of three!

Warm words come to my mouth, then I think about it, so much to say to a little young man who is ‘capricious’ and wonderful

She reached out, took the red wine bottle, poured half a glass, and handed it to Yev: "You drink first!"

"Take me as a mouse?"

Yev's expression was somewhat hurt, he picked up the glass and drank it, and then turned the bottom of the glass over to show the warmth.

"Uh huh! The taste is very good, would you like to try it?"

His voice smelled like a bewildering "confusion", like a demon wearing an angel mask calling.

The warmth was still a little hesitant. This Yves looked simple and not simple. Besides holding herself, she couldn't see the purpose of Yeve in a moment.

It's okay for him to drink this glass of wine, but what happens when he drinks it is not necessarily!

But is there any other way?

After thinking about it, warmth was cruel, and he took a bottle and poured himself a glass.

Last night, the dangerous experiences of unconscious sleep and complete undefense have passed, what are you afraid of? Is there anything worse than that?