Well, reality is reality, and the plot of film and television dramas is not completely impossible to appear in reality, but the chance of occurrence is indeed not high.

Zhou Wenbin has not seen Chen Ruo for several years when he was going to do the task, but this is not the case for Chen Ruo. Naturally, there will be no enthusiastic hug after a long separation.

In fact, if Chen Ruo really gave him a warm hug, he would not be able to adapt. Because it did not conform to Chen Ruo's setting, the attributes of the purple beauty were the royal sister and the poisonous tongue.

I chatted casually along the way, and arrived at Chen Ruo's villa, cooked her with a meal, watched her finish eating, and then pulled her to the sofa to take advantage of her shamelessly... Zhou Wenbin liked this kind of life very much.

Life may not necessarily be so magnificent, it is good to be plain and plain, at least that's what he thinks. Of course, his life is destined to be unable to be truly dull, after all, there is a system in it.

Chen Ruo didn't drive him away at night, but unfortunately, he was still sleeping in the guest room. It was obvious that Chen Ruo was not ready to really happen to him.

Zhou Wenbin also did things randomly, some of which were the best. Can cooked ducks fly?

When she didn't go home at night, Xiao Guoguo immediately harassed her with a message... It can also be said that she acted coquettishly. It is said that her daughter was her father's lover in her previous life. Oh, lover, it is natural for a little goblin to be a harsh little fairy.

Zhou Wenbin made a promise to play Goji and make cakes, and finally settled this "sorrowful little goblin".

…………

The next day, I accompanied Chen Ruo on a date and shopping. After dinner, I sent Chen Ruo back to the villa. Zhou Wenbin drove home. If I didn’t go home, Xiao Guoguo would start to get angry again. I would say that I have to go home to live tonight.

When I got home, I played Goji with the little guy for a while, and told stories around 10 o'clock to coax the little guy to sleep.

"A long time ago, there was a girl named Cinderella..."

"Snow White, don't listen, childish!"

"A long time ago, there was a little lion named Simba..."

"Lion King, don't listen, childish!"

"A long time ago, there was a smart little monk..."

"Brother Yixiu, I don't listen, I'm childish!"

I...I'll go, why is this broken child so difficult to deal with?

Zhou Wenbin sucked his teeth and thought for a while: "A long time ago, there was a scarecrow..."

"The Wizard of Oz, it's boring, I won't listen!"

"...Daughter, I want to slap you in a little ass now, do you know?!"

"Hmph, do you want me to call my grandma now?"

OK you won!

But what exactly are you talking about? Daughter, what else do you want me?!

Zhou Wenbin had the urge to hit his head against the wall. He was so happy to have such a daughter. After all, the little guy is still very cute.

But, what exactly should I tell the bedtime story? The little guy doesn’t like the stories that Mao is suitable for her age?!

"Zhou Wenbin, please speak quickly! Hurry up, I'll wait until the flowers have all faded!"

"This is a storyteller, you think you are a landlord. When the flowers have all faded, I haven't even said that I'm so angry that my head is almost on fire!"

"Tell a story quickly!"

OK, you are cute and you are awesome!

“Long time ago…”

"Can you not say it was a long time ago? Good LOW!"

I...I'm so furious!

Zhou Wenbin really wanted to yell: Take my feather duster!

"In a distant and chaotic unreliable world, there is such a sexy... The boy, named Xinbaji, complains about his skill MXA, and the most special thing is that the eyes are his body!"

"This is good, this is good, talk about it quickly!"

Ah? This is OK!

Zhou Wenbin was a little confused, but finally there was one thing that was OK, so let's continue talking: "Xinbaji works part-time in a restaurant. One day... when Xinbaji was humiliated by two leopard-headed men, the protagonist finally made his debut! He has silver curly hair, a knife on his waist, a wooden knife, Donghuye, he is still the ultimate sweets party, but unfortunately his body does not allow him to eat too many sweets because he has diabetes!"

Well, it's really a shame to send Yin and his daughter to sleep, besides him. But the problem is that he doesn't want to do it. Who would have thought of this fairy tale that would keep listening to Yin and his daughter... Uh, but this taste is similar to him. Is it true that his daughter follows his father?

After talking for more than an hour, he finally brought the little guy to bed.

Zhou Wenbin walked out of the little guy's princess room like a thief, gently brought the door, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile: This is not just raising a daughter, it's just raising a little ancestor!

However, this may be the sweet trouble in the legend?

"Sleep?" The door opposite opened, and Han Xinyi stood at the door. At this time, she was wearing a warm white nightgown in silk. The nightgown style was average and ordinary, neither sexy nor conservative.

Zhou Wenbin nodded: "I'm going to bed, you should go to bed early too."

"Well, good night." Han Xinyi was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but curse Mutuo inwardly, just to lose the conversation.

Zhou Wenbin didn't feel that he had done something stupid and stepped upstairs.

After returning to the room, I took my changing clothes to the bathroom and took a comfortable bath. As soon as I walked out of the bathroom, the door was knocked. When I opened the door, I saw that there was a cold and cold standing outside the door.

The black silk suspender nightgown is constantly in the nightgown, and the hem of the skirt is above the knee, but the exposed shoulders and collarbone are still very tempting. In addition, the silk close body makes the slim figure appear undoubtedly. Zhou Wenbin subconsciously felt that he might have to harden his respect slightly.

But he has long been used to it when he is so cold that he looks like he is wearing a suspender nightgown. As the saying goes, habit becomes natural!

"What are you doing when I was knitting my door in the middle of the night? Have you finally made up your mind to serve me?" Zhou Wenbin blinked at the death, his expression a little owed to be beaten.

Death Gao Leng snorted: "If possible, I'm more like slamming your forehead!" After that, he stepped into the room.

"Why do you want to get my forehead? I offended you again?" Zhou Wenbin had no other idea. Sleeping for bed is just a joke. How could such a cold thing be done?

He sat down on the sofa, but unfortunately he didn't show up: "You plan to let Chu Muyun and Shen Ruo and your parents celebrate the New Year, right?"

"Yes." Zhou Wenbin nodded and looked at Dark Leng in confusion. What does this tone of provoking a military officer mean?

Death Gao Leng snorted again: "What about my sister?"

"Your sister?" Zhou Wenbin asked subconsciously. Well, fortunately it was a question, otherwise it would sound a bit like a curse.
Chapter completed!