One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband

"How do you say?" He Xiaowu's eyes lit up, and he was very interested in the gossip, especially the gossip between Xin'er and Professor Male God.

Song Junhua shrugged and took a sip of tea calmly.

Nalan Xin'er smiled: "She said, the uncle is menopause, so it is normal to have a bad temper."

"..." He Xiaowu was silent for three seconds, and suddenly couldn't help laughing, "Hohohohoho...I'm going to laugh shit, laugh shit! Menopause... Song Song, you are so talented... "

Song Junhua replied calmly: "It has always been like this, you know?"

Rubbing her aching belly, He Xiaowu coughed, and suddenly said seriously: "No, Song Song, you have a wrong diagnosis of this condition."

Nalan Xin'er raised her eyebrows: "Oh, what is your opinion of Xiao Wu?"

She suddenly discovered that discussing men with her girlfriends is also quite interesting.

Decompress absolutely!

He Xiaowu put on a professional serious face: "Look, Professor Dongfang is less than 30 years old this year, right? Anyway, he is 30 years old at most. This age is like the sky. It is not said in physiology class that men of this age are most in demand. Exuberant, is it the strongest..."

Nalan Xin'er saw that He Xiaowu's posture was wrong. This second-class bestie was about to talk about **** again, so she quickly interrupted her: "Stay focused, talk about menopause."

He Xiaowu then took it back: "Oh, good. A man of this age, his physiological level is at a peak, where does menopause come from? Menopause is only for 50-year-olds."

Nalan Xin'er blinked, and had to admit that these two girlfriends sometimes talked, and they were really a bit wrong.

Song Junhua also had to admire the authentic words: "Well, Professor Dongfang's age is not compatible with menopause, so in your opinion, why is he hot and cold to Xin'er, and his temper is unstable?"

He Xiaowu mysteriously approached the two of them and said, "Well, naturally, it's because he has come to my uncle!"

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Nalan Xin'er and Song Junhua both closed their mouths and swallowed their saliva.

Uncle...

Puff ha ha ha...

Nalan Xin'er really couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Xiao Wu, I admit that you are more talented than Song Song! Big uncle..."

He Xiaowu said sternly: "Women have big aunts, and men also have big uncles. This is normal. Don't laugh, you two. I tell you, this is true. Don't look at men as if they have a broad mind. In fact, they also have When you are emotionally unstable, just like women come to your aunt, men have a few days a month. As for you, understand and be considerate..."

The more serious He Xiaowu spoke, the more Nalan Xin'er and Song Junhua couldn't help laughing.

For a time, this elegant seat with floor-to-ceiling glass windows was filled with joy and laughter, a youthful and wanton atmosphere, so lively!

The well-dressed waiter, seeing the customers so happy, but also infected with a good mood, smiled and brought an exquisite and gorgeous silver tray.

The tray is an afternoon tea style, with a total of five layers, and there are 36 freshly baked macarons in 12 different colors.

"Wow, it's really 3 dozen, Xiner, you are too tyrant!"

"One person, one hit, let's taste it fresh!"

While talking and laughing, the index fingers of the three girlfriends moved, and they were ready to taste this delicious dessert.

Suddenly, not far behind, a very sharp and unpleasant accusation came: "Where is the macarons we ordered?! How can such high-end snacks be eaten by those lowly people?!"