"Wow! Sister, I love this the most," Zhang Xia took a string and started eating it right in front of Jun Mohan.
Jun Mohan smelled the stench and held his breath as he asked, "Can I not eat it?"
"No, you promised my mom."
Lin Haiyan smiled, "Okay, don't embarrass Mo Han. If he doesn't want to eat it, you guys can. I'll also have a few skewers of this when I'm better."
Wen Xin knew that this guy had a bottom line. If he said he didn't want to eat it, then he wouldn't eat it. His words about eating everything for his wife were just excuses, so she didn't take it seriously.
Just as she was about to eat, a pair of white and slender hands reached out and took a string of stinky tofu. In front of everyone's astonished gaze, he closed his eyes and bit off half a piece.
He almost vomited the first mouthful, and it had already reached his heart before he swallowed it again, forcing tears to come out.
Wen Xin smiled and said, "Okay, uncle, if you don't like it, don't eat it."
"No, I said I can eat anything for my wife."
He continued to bite it. The second bite tasted a bit smelly and fragrant, but he didn't spit it out.
With the third bite, he really tasted the essence of the stinky tofu. There was a hint of anticipation in his deep eyes, and the more he chewed, the more delicious it became.
Four pairs of eyes looked at him.
"How is it?" Wen Xin said with a smile.
Jun Mohan ate the whole string and couldn't help but say, "No wonder you love it. This thing tastes better the more you eat it."
......
After dinner, it was getting late, so they sent Lin Haiyan back to the hospital. After giving some instructions, they sent Tian Xiuyu and her daughter back home. Then the two of them returned home.
In the car, Wen Xin said, "Uncle, thank you for your hospitality today. I will deduct the total cost from our living expenses."
Jun Mohan said calmly: "It's not much, I should pay for this small amount of money."
"But...I owe you too much, and I can't pay it back yet."
"Then don't give it back, just pledge yourself to me!"
Jun Mohan's words made Wen Xin's heart ripple again. She was embarrassed to look at him, and didn't know how to answer.
I had to pretend I didn't hear it and looked at my phone.
Not hearing her response, Jun Mohan asked, "Did you hear what I said just now?"
"......"
There was no sound, Wen Xin gritted her teeth, what should she do?
How to answer?
This man must be joking and teasing her again.
Jun Mohan continued: "Hey."
"Ah! Uncle, what did you say?" Wen Xin raised her head pretending not to hear.
Jun Mohan chuckled. The girl didn't hear it, and he didn't have the courage to say it a second time.
When I got home, I found that the puppy hadn't eaten dog food for half a day. It was so hungry that it kept licking the empty plate and even drank up all the water. The flowers on the balcony had lost many leaves and an orchid had died. There was also dog urine and feces under the table.
His penis was deformed by the rabbit's bite, and his socks were dragged everywhere.
"Oh my god, little rabbit, you are so..."
Jun Mohan looked at this horrible balcony, smelled the smell of shit and urine, and was so angry that he put his hands on his hips and looked helpless as if he wanted to die. He wanted to beat someone up.
Wen Xin changed her shoes and came over. She was also speechless at the scene. Seeing the man next to her with a gloomy face, his beard floating up and down, and veins popping out of his hands, she said anxiously, "Uncle, please be patient. I'll clean it up. Don't bother with Xiaotu."
Jun Mohan sighed deeply, pointed at the shirt that the little rabbit was still biting, and said, "How can I not care? This is my best shirt, and it ruined it."
Wen Xin hurried over, chased the little rabbit away, and then hooked the hairpin with her index finger and said, "Fortunately, there is only one hole broken. Uncle, how about I wash it, sew it up and then wear it for you?"
"Wen Xin, you're pissing me off to death," Jun Mohan was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He even forgot to tell Xiao Han about her husband's affair and went straight back to his room.
Wen Xin pointed at the little dog who had done something bad but still looked cute and said, "Look at what bad thing you did. Why don't you bite something else? You bite someone's **, you deserve to be scolded."
"Get out of the way, I'm cleaning up the shit. Didn't I buy a shit bowl for you to poop in? Why are you still pooping in a mess?"
"And these socks, damn, how did you bring out the uncle's condoms?"
“Ouch…”
The dog lay there looking aggrieved, indicating that he wanted to eat dog food.
Wen Xin had no choice but to pour water and dog food for it, then cleaned the balcony and mopped it. Her eyes fell on the string of condoms on the ground. She frowned. This uncle didn’t have that kind of relationship with her, so why would he buy this?
Seeing that it was not damaged, she kindly took it and asked if they wanted to throw it away.
When I knocked on the door, Jun Mohan was lying on the bed playing with his phone. He got up and opened the door, and a string of condoms came into view.
He looked confused and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Uncle, this is the dog that brought out your stuff. I think it's not bad yet. Do you still want to keep it?"
Jun Mohan was so embarrassed that he wanted to vomit blood. He said in a deep voice: "This is not mine."
"How could it not be yours? Only you men use this."
"I don't even have a woman, and if I do have one, they won't let me touch them, so why would I buy this?"
Wen Xin frowned, "If this thing is neither yours nor mine, then whose is it?"
Jun Mohan stroked his forehead, his eyes cold, "Could it be that you are deliberately using this to hint at you and me?"
"Bang!" before he finished speaking.
Wen Xin threw the string of condoms directly at his face and said angrily, "You think too much. I don't want to die. I have such thoughts about you. I suspect that you are preparing in advance to trick me into bed and do something improper."
"It's not me," he said, waving the white flag of surrender. "Even if I wanted to buy it, I wouldn't buy one of this price and model. It doesn't suit me!"
Wen Xin blushed when he said that, and she said coquettishly, "Isn't it you who decides whether it's big or small?"
After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave, but Jun Mohan grabbed her and forced her into a corner. He leaned over and held her in his arms with an ambiguous smile: "Then who do you think has the final say?"
Wen Xin blushed, put her hands on his chest, and wanted to escape, "You shouldn't ask me this."
He approached, staring at her slightly parted red lips with burning eyes, "Who else has the final say on this matter except my wife?"
Wen Xin felt like she had dug a hole and buried herself in it, feeling a little overwhelmed.
Little did she know that she was falling into his trap step by step, being trapped and unable to extricate herself and sinking.
"I really don't know, get out of the way," Wen Xin protested with an embarrassed look on her face, "Don't forget the second clause of our contract. You can't cross the line even a step."
"Haha!" Jun Mohan smiled and moved closer again, his nose just above her lowered forehead. "I just wanted to ask you the question you just asked. You seem to be thinking about a lot. Are you thinking about things like that between husband and wife?"
Wen Xin's face was getting hotter and hotter. She said angrily: "I didn't, it was obviously you..."
"What about me?"
"You think of those things."
"Really? Why do I feel like some people's cheeks are slightly red, like drunken roses? What are they trying to hint to me, your husband?"
"Ah! Crazy," Wen Xin mustered up her courage, pushed him away and tried to escape, but her legs went weak and she fell into his arms again.
Jun Mohan's shameless words rang out, "Look, you just want me to do something? You've already thrown yourself into my arms."
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