Weeping again and again, occasionally snickering a few blessings in disguise.
831.
The second table: Do you think that Gefu's skills are qualified
…
Good question! This is really a painful question!
It can be said that it is very dirty when it comes out of silt, and it is very demonic when it is clear and rippling.
Which ghost came up with the gambling problem? Come out and get beaten!
Murong Jihua hardly dared to look at He Junle's expression.
He also has an instinct to preserve his masculine dignity.
And what makes him even more worried is... the number of people who bet on yes and no bets is actually a rare 50-50 split
Brothers, there is really no need for you to have such high expectations of me in this regard! Revealing the truth hurts, okay
Murong Jihua felt a little regretful, and at the same time deeply realized a fact:
During the night, never make any major decisions.
—Sister Xueru, I shouldn't have agreed to you, and you didn't say it would be such a color-controlled game!
831.
This round was much quieter, everyone stared at their brother-in-law with wide eyes, Murong Jihua felt his scalp go numb, and he couldn't say the "no" out of his mouth for a long time.
He Junle is really caring.
When Murong Jihua was still tangled up and down, you could see the corners of his mouth slightly twitching, revealing a teasing smile,
One, word, one, sentence, loud and clear:
"Him? Huh."
832.
Two words, concise, enough to destroy the world.
The slightly rising tone, the round and delicate question mark, and the crisp full stop all showed the most domineering response of a low-ranking person who is not like a low-ranking person.
Murong Jihua really wants to sing a song "Four Sides of the Border": You are the party of my love and hate~
— Lele, are you so straightforward!
833.
The crowd was silent for three seconds.
Then an incredible scene appeared:
Wu Kun wins the bet and fails to win, loses and wins,
They all lowered their heads and squeezed their throats, letting out suppressed laughter that was almost out of tune.
834.
From this cabinet,
Murong Jihua clutched his chest as if he was suffocating:
"It's too exhausting!"
835.
But when He Junle's hand was placed on Murong Jihua's head, Murong Jihua felt some other emotions naturally and quickly besides piercing his heart.
"Everyone be quiet."
This was said very bluntly, with a bit of involuntary air.
All the monarchs were stunned, and there was no sound.
"It is true that he is not good at technique, but I will teach him well,"
He Junle paused for a moment, then tilted his head neatly,
"Jokes are jokes. If anyone dares to talk about your brother-in-law's skills behind my back, be careful that your brother hurts my brothers and feet because of clothes."
836.
Ahhh fuck, it's easy to attack!
wrong,
If you want your brothers not to laugh at you, don't laugh at Ben Shao!
Do you know how hurtful your voice is, my brother Le
It's not that you're fine, can you stop showing off your ALPHA pheromone? I'm under a lot of pressure if I can't beat you!
837.
He Junle stood beside Murong Jihua, blinked his left eye at him: "Should we continue?"
"—"
838.
"Heh, hahaha..."
Murong Jihua also stood up, stuffed a goblet into He Junle's hand, and threw the wine-scented waterfall Zhen Manzheng cup from top to bottom:
"Go on, why not go on."
He directly lifted the wine bottle and the wine glass in He Junle's hand, and there was a real shaky collision:
"Let's have a drink first?"
839.
drank.
The atmosphere of the audience was rekindled.
840.
Scene 3: Do you think the usual process of applauding for love between the boss and brother-in-law will be in the order of hand-mouth-gun
Yes: No = 4:6
Correct answer: no
Sequence 4: Do you think Goff's favorite pose will be a navel orange
Yes: No = 8:2
Correct answer: no
Game five, game six...
841.
Murong Jihua didn't need to pretend to be drunk today, so he decided to compare his drinking capacity with He Junle and Aotian, and he would not refuse everyone's toast.
The full house atmosphere reached the boiling point.
Occasionally, when sneaking up to Xueru's side through the crowd, Murong Jihua would quietly press her head and ask:
"Sister Xueru, the message you sent to your brother last night successfully attracted Ben's attention. Are you interested in exchanging information for the three milk tea shops?"
Xueru's eyes suddenly lit up, and she couldn't help sticking out her tongue and licking her dry lips.
"What do you want to know?"
"About when your brother talked to you, about me—"
842.
"Xueru, Murong, what are you doing?"
He Junle·Your Boyfriend Appears Suddenly.jpg
843.
He looks like he drank a little too much, but he is born invincible and the loneliest. Even if he really drank a thousand cups, his face is just a little red—
Now it suddenly appeared, one in each hand, separating Murong Jihua and He Junle from the middle.
Murong Jihua: "... nothing! Sister-in-law said she wanted a red envelope, no, I just transferred 50,000 to the kid."
He Junle: "..."
Xueru: "Ah, yes, I got 32 in the math test last time, lucky, Brother Murong rewarded me."
He Junle: "Are you pretending again? When did you think I didn't hack into your school system to check the score? You were clearly 23 last time."
"..."
"And last time, you got 16 points and you insisted that you got 19, little girl, wouldn't you be more sincere?"
He Junle suddenly approached Xueru's face with a smile, and the nice subwoofer sounded in a 365° rotation next to her ear.
What a beautiful new experience on a boat!
—He Junle exhaled like blue: "... don't try to sell paid information to outsiders,"
"A little girl who sells pirated copies is not a good sister."
"Oh!"
Xueru tightly covered her mouth, nodded like a pounding garlic: "Okay! Smart brother!"
"...and you, Murong."
He Junle let go of Xiao Xueru's hand, turned his head to look at Murong Jihua.
844.
"Let's put aside the matter of trying to buy pirated copies, Murong,"
He held a bright red rose horizontally in his mouth, his lips and teeth interlocked, just right:
"Want to dance with me?"
845.
God knows that Murong Jihua really loves this mouth that raises his head, sings poems and lowers his head to eat bananas!
846.
"Of course, my darling."
847.
The crowd parted quite self-consciously, leaving a dance floor for them.
Murong Jihua helped He Junle's waist, and led him into the middle of the dance floor with the steps of men's steps in his memory.
The interlude unfolds, ambiguous and smooth.
Murong Jihua leaned forward, and gently stroked the rose between He Junle's teeth with his lips, rolled the tip of his tongue across the flower center, and finally printed the delicate petals on the corner of the other's lips.
"It's too dangerous, baby,"
He bit the green stalk of the rose and took him between his teeth.
—Take it off again and pin it to your chest:
"I'll keep it for you first, take it to heart."
"—噫嚱!"
The onlookers said that this unavoidable dog food tasted too strong, not enough, and even wanted more.
848.
… He is too tall.
Murong Jihua thought,
This is the first time he has danced waltz with such a tall man...
Um? What's wrong
849.
BGM: "The Most X National Style"
The boundless sky is my love~
Flowers are blooming at the foot of the green hills~
What kind of rhythm is the most rocking~
…
He Junle noticed Murong Jihua's stiff dead pig, stopped and asked: "Can you not dance, square dance?"
"Canton, square dancing?"
"They chose,"
He Junle glanced at the excited Junle, who was almost dancing to the beat, to help you:
"It's very simple, you follow my movements. It's similar to radio gymnastics, one, two, three, four, two, two, three, four..."
"Stop, stop, stop, Brother Le."
Murong Jihua frantically rubbed his shoes against the ground, almost stopping He Junle's devil dance that almost took off with a click:
"Can you repeat what you just said?"
"?"
"I beg you."
"...It's very simple, you follow my movements—"
"Not this one, but the last one."
"Can't you dance, square dance?"
"No, one more sentence."
850.
"...Want to dance with me?"
"no, thanks."
"..."
"..."
After three seconds of silence, Murong Jihua took out the bright red rose from the pocket of his jacket as if he suddenly remembered something.
He put it back on He Junle's lips: "... you put it in your mouth, and you just pretended to be me, and you never took it off?"
Jun Le helped the gentlemen slowly open their mouths wide and let out a silent scream.
"..."
"..."
Seeing He Junle staring at himself for a second, two seconds, until another three minutes, with starless and moonless eyes like the universe,
Murong Jihua belatedly felt that something was wrong.
851.
Good mouthful.
He could only take back the rose, took out a tissue from his pocket, and wiped the rose petal by petal. Now it is like a handicraft made of silk.
So Murong Jihua admired the light for a long time, making sure that there was not a speck of dust left on it from the flower stem to the tip of the petals, and then reassuringly-opened He Junle's lips-put the rose horizontally.
Murong Jihua nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, Jun Le. After turning this page, I feel that besides square dancing, we can do more meaningful things, such as, "
He casually picked up a bottle of red wine and shook it in front of He Junle's eyes:
"Another glass of wine?"
852.
It's over, it's over, it's over.
The members of the Junle Gang, who understand the habits of the boss, have gone through this trouble, and those who are not drunk dare not stand out