One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband

As if feeling the scorching gaze from behind, Nalan Xin'er looked back in confusion.

Dongfang Yunhe had quickly retracted his sight, and drove the car without squinting his eyes, his expression was still cold and calm, but his apple was rolling, trying to get rid of the dryness and heat.

Nalan Xin'er blinked, but found no clue, she raised her lips and smiled: "Uncle, the Empire State Building is in front of you, the place where you brought me to eat macarons last time..."

Thinking of the dessert hailed as "Girls Crisp~Chest", she also had a hint of sweetness in her heart.

Dongfang Yunhe was suffering. If he were to be alone in the carriage with her again, he really couldn't guarantee that he would do anything absurd, so he said with a dumb voice: "Want to eat macarons? Then? Go to the Empire State Building for dinner."

Nalan Xin'er's eyes widened, and the tone was slightly mentioned: "What? No, no! Uncle, you have committed the same old prodigal problem again? Although, let me treat you, I should have eaten some good food, but this month we have already It's very luxurious, so let's stop. Actually, I'm talking about a small restaurant behind the Empire State Building..."

It's not just expensive things that are delicious.

When Dongfang Yunhe followed her, he sat down in a small shop, looked at the bowl of food called "Shrimp Wanton Bamboo Noodles" in front of her, and watched the little things sucking noodles and sweating on his forehead. With a charming look, he was finally aroused by his appetite, wiped his chopsticks clean, took a bite of noodles as thin as bamboo silk, and sent it to his mouth.

The salty sea taste, smooth taste, different from the tenacity of ordinary noodles... unexpectedly, it is quite delicious.

He took another sip.

"Well, I didn't dare to eat shrimp dumplings at home recently. I can finally come out to eat shrimp... So satisfying..." Nalan Xiner ate much happier than him.

Obviously, the little things are more enjoyable than him.

Are you afraid to eat shrimp at home? Dongfang Yunhe frowned.

I just wanted to ask, but I was rushed by Nalan Xiner: "Uncle, I seem to see you eating for the first time, haha! So gentle...Can't you eat a lot?" Last time, in the revolving restaurant of the Empire State Building, He also ordered a table of delicious food and just watched her eat.

She thought the uncle really doesn't eat fireworks.

Dongfang Yunhe curled his lips without answering.

Xindao: Master just wants to eat... you.

Where did Nalan Xin'er know about his mental activity, and soon the bowl of noodles reached the bottom.

Seeing Dongfang Yunhe's taste, she frowned and moved his bowl over: "It's a waste..."

Before he could say that this was the master's taste, a certain young woman had picked out all the fresh shrimp in the bowl to eat. Satisfied after eating: "Uncle, if you don't eat well, you will have no strength."

Dongfang Yunhe almost sprayed out the noodles he had just eaten.

There was a fire in the bottom of his eyes, and he said in his heart: A desperate little thing, which one of your eyes saw that the Lord has no strength? Do you want to try?

Don't cry for mercy then.

"Uncle, try this bowl of double skin milk, it's super sweet!"

"Really! This is the most authentic, made of buffalo milk..."

"Ah-open your mouth! Hurry up!"

Nalan Xin'er didn't even notice a man's psychological changes, and she took a spoonful of dessert and brought it to his lips.

He wanted to say that he never eats desserts.

But when the words came to his lips, he opened his mouth, but awkwardly ate the spoonful of double skin milk.

Sure enough, it is tender, delicate and melts in the mouth.

He savored it carefully, as if savoring her equally tender, delicate, and breakable young girl skin.

If her little beauty has also developed, it will be sweeter than a thousand times, right? ——Such a primitive and impulsive thought suddenly emerged so uncontrollably.

I wanted to divert my thoughts by eating with her, but he never expected that this meal would be even more contemplative than he had imagined, and it was swollen and intolerable.

But a certain little fairy who is not afraid of death, did not even notice it, and took another sip innocently: "Uncle, does it taste good? Still-want?"