Thirteen seemed more charming tonight than ever. Just sitting there, silently, he was like a thirteen-level powerful vortex, pulling at Yang Fan's mind and body.
Maybe her arms were accidentally exposed to the sun during the day, so she is now applying skin care products to her arms to remedy the situation.
After changing shoes and entering the house, Yang Fan handed the fruit bag in his hand to Guoguo.
That way, she wouldn't cling to him all the time.
Afterwards, Yang Fan walked towards Thirteen who was sitting on the sofa.
He feels very fortunate that he doesn't know the exact time of his death and that there is a high probability that he can live a long life.
Maybe fifty or sixty years, maybe thirty or forty years.
If our ancestors and parents all lived long lives, the benefits of genetic inheritance will be reflected. As long as we don't commit suicide, and nothing unexpected happens, our descendants will rarely die young.
Some people have a hard life because of family genetic diseases. They either spend decades fighting the disease or die prematurely.
Yang Fan counted the ancestors of several generations and found that none of them died early due to illness.
As long as he didn't commit suicide by spending money on wine, women, overeating and staying up all night, he felt that he could live to at least fifty or sixty years old.
Then you still have another thirty or forty years to live, and your life is not even halfway through yet, so it’s worth being happy.
"What?" Aunt Thirteen certainly didn't know how Yang Fan felt right now.
I noticed that he sat down next to me, looking at me without saying anything. I felt it was a bit strange, so I turned my head to glance at him.
"It's up to you." Yang Fan said frankly.
"It's not like you haven't seen it before. What's so good about it?" Aunt Thirteen turned her head and continued to apply skin care products to her arms, rubbing them gently.
"Yes, I have seen it, but I haven't seen enough. I want to see more. Why does it get better and better the more I see it?" Yang Fan said.
The corners of Aunt Thirteen's mouth curled up slightly. Even if she could hear Yang Fan say this every day, she would never get tired of it.
At least she feels that she will never get tired of listening to it even after fifty or sixty years.
"I say, you are so beautiful!" Yang Fan reminded Thirteen who was still busy with his own things.
Thirteen turned his head again, with a hint of happiness in his eyes.
Yang Fan then kissed her.
Guoguo knelt under the coffee table, trying to untie the fruit bag that was tied a little too tightly on the coffee table.
There were delicious foods inside, but she could only watch without opening the bag.
If it were in the past, she couldn't untie it and her mother was not around, she would definitely not care about the opening of the bag and would just violently tear the plastic bag open from the middle.
But now her mother was around, she didn't dare to do that.
Otherwise, there is a 90% chance of being severely beaten.
After a long time of persistent and hard work by the little girl, the knot was finally untied.
At this time.
"Go take a shower!" Thirteen pushed Yang Fan, then stood up and picked up the fruit bag that Yang Fan had brought back from the coffee table, which his daughter had almost unwrapped: "I've eaten it tonight, so I can't eat it anymore."
As she spoke, she tied the fruit bag again and put it aside.
Guoguo stared blankly at the resealed fruit bag, then looked up at his mother.
When she wanted to complain to Yang Fan, Yang Fan had already gone away.
"Mom, I just want to eat one, just one, is that okay?" Looking at the fruit in the translucent plastic bag, Guoguo raised a finger.
"No!" Aunt Thirteen didn't even think about it.
"That half?" Guoguo bent her finger.
Aunt Thirteen glared at her daughter: "Eat, eat, eat. You're willing to sell anything for food."
Guoguo was not convinced: "You are willing to sell everything to Dad for nothing."
"What did I sell?" Aunt Thirteen stood up suddenly.
Guoguo ran away immediately to seek his father's protection.
Liu Qianqian did not come to see Yang Fan tonight. A considerable number of young couples in big cities are either living together or are weekend couples.
Cohabitation means living together. If you rent a house, you can save the other half of the rent.
Some weekend couples come from other places, and their workplaces are far away from each other, so they naturally live far away from each other, and therefore they don’t see each other every day.
Or if you are local and live at home, the distance between your residences is not close, so it is not convenient to meet every day.
The place where Yang Fan lives is neither far nor close to Liu Qianqian's home.
Plus he has his own personal circle, such as what Yang Fan is busy with tonight.
Therefore, even if he and Liu Qianqian were in the same mountain city, it was impossible for them to meet every day.
Fortunately, Yang Fan lives in Aunt Thirteen's house, so Liu Qianqian is very confident in him. She doesn't have to stay with him and doesn't worry that he will go to hell when she is not around.
If there is anything abnormal about Yang Fan, Aunt Thirteen will tell her.
"I'm coaxing my baby to sleep. No more chatting tonight. Go to bed early. Good night." At night, after Guoguo fell asleep, Liu Qianqian still wanted to chat with Yang Fan. He glanced at Thirteen and said.
He didn't know how many lies he had told in his life, but he must have told a thousand times, most of them in this year.
It doesn’t count this time, Thirteen is his baby.
I don’t know how many times Yueyue has lied, maybe a thousand times? Yang Fan is sometimes quite curious.
"Okay, let's go traveling together the day after tomorrow morning. I don't want to sleep these two nights." Liu Qianqian replied to Yang Fan's message.
Yang Fan did not reply.
After waiting for a minute and getting no news from Yang Fan, Liu Qianqian fell asleep.
After finishing her work, Liu Yueyue returned to the hotel and sent a message to Yang Fan immediately.
Yang Fan didn't reply because he was busy.
Halfway through his work, his cell phone rang. He quickly reached out and took the phone and muted it.
Thirteen, who had been talking non-stop just now, seemed to have been silenced and was silent.
Seeing Yang Fan holding the phone without saying anything and smoothing his wet hair, Thirteen asked, "Is that Qianqian?"
Yang Fan didn't want to lie and wanted to be a good boy, so he didn't say anything.
So, he exercised while replying to Liu Yueyue's messages.
Thirteen was forced to exercise along.
As we all know, when exercising, such as running, ordinary people cannot speak.
To be honest, it's not impossible, it's just a bit difficult.
Thirteen is just like any other girl, she doesn't like to suffer.
So she closed her eyes and focused on her exercise.
"I'm busy in Aunt Thirteen's room. Let's not chat tonight. We can meet the day after tomorrow." Yang Fan still did not lie. He sent two messages to Liu Yueyue, explained the situation, and then stopped chatting with Liu Yueyue.
Oh, so it’s in Aunt Thirteen’s room. Then it can’t be exposed.
Liu Yueyue was very understanding and stopped chatting with Yang Fan for fear that Aunt Thirteen would find out that she was having an affair with Yang Fan.
The time is not right yet, and for the time being, Aunt Thirteen cannot be let know that the two sisters are dating Yang Fan.
Hehehe, Aunt Thirteen will definitely be surprised then.
Just thinking about it, Liu Yueyue felt very happy.
Aunt Thirteen is the most approachable of all the dignified and elegant women Liu Yueyue has ever met.
Maybe because we were of the same age, I often followed Aunt Thirteen to play together when I was a child.
Liu Yueyue envied Aunt Thirteen's temperament, which was gentle yet elegant, youthful and generous.
I am too gentle and have too little temper. I can only be strong towards my younger sister.