Is this a mermaid?

"Hmm." Mingo thought about it, how did he get together with Werther?

Suddenly Mingo suddenly realized: "That's right! It's because he is too thick-skinned!"

"" Werther, who was hiding in the shadows, is really dark now.

Da Le also stuttered: "What?"

"He's too thick-skinned!" Mingo was filled with righteous indignation, "Just taking a shower together, he started to mess around, tell him no, he just won't listen!"

Da Le was silent for a while: "Doesn't it mean that a mermaid bathes with a man to mate? Doesn't it mean to say no at this time? Isn't it a refusal to welcome?"

Mingo was also silent: "Screenwriter, your imagination is too rich."

"It's not that I think too much." Dale said earnestly, "Everyone thinks so. If I were Wells, I would definitely throw you to eat you up."

Mingo denounced: "It's too immoral!"

"Who has no morals?" Da Le pouted, "The mermaid is not interested in that man and still takes a bath with him, that's called no morals."

Facing Dale's counterattack, Mingo immediately said: "At that time I was also a man! I open my legs!"

Now Dale was shocked: "Isn't it? You are so young! How old were you at that time? You were not ten years old! You are too beastly."

Misunderstood.

Mingo thought about it, and finally decided not to tell Dale the truth, anyway, it is a fact of Werther's beast.

"Yes, that's what I think too." Mingo agreed with both hands, "It's too beastly, I'm so young and he's already done it!"

"Too beastly."

Werther was accused by the two mermaids.

In that case, if he is not a beast, it is a male disorder!

"And then? Wells took advantage of you when you were a child, and pestered you to marry him when you grew up?" Dale asked.

Mingo thought for a moment that Werther didn't seem to bother him much, and kept telling him to think about it, and then he dedicated himself inexplicably!

He was the one who sacrificed himself first!

This unscientific!

Mingo looked terrified.

"What's wrong?" Dale couldn't help asking.

Mingo had a look of collapsed expression on his face: "I dedicated myself first."

"It turned out to be like this." Dale's face was full of disgust, "It's too worthless, how could the mermaid dedicate herself! When there were so many mermaids hooking up with Mu, I was not in a hurry!"

"When something happened at that time, I felt very touched." Mingo pleaded in a low voice, "And it's not that I don't like him."

"You don't have to like it. No matter what the situation is, the mermaid can't take the initiative to raise this matter. This is the dignity of the mermaid!" Da Le said righteously.

"Is that so?" Mingo said unwillingly, "Actually, I just failed to attack, and was counterattacked by him."

"Heh." Dale smiled, deceiving himself and others!

"Then you got married?" Dale said casually.

"No." Mingo sighed, "I was pregnant that time. But we haven't officially married yet."

Dale couldn't believe it was true: "The pregnancy rate of mermaids in the empire is so high! I remember that the one named An Qiluo was born once by his father."

"The empire is really a good place." Dale said with emotion.

Mingo chuckled: "Maybe you will have a baby soon wherever you go."

"I hope." Suddenly, Dale firmly decided to go to the empire.

"By the way, why don't you let Vidok check your body for you."

"No, I asked him before, but he didn't bring any equipment, so I have another way."

"That's it." Mingo felt a little embarrassed, and he couldn't help much, so he asked Uncle Mu to come over and cook him a meal for nothing.

How dare he ask Uncle Mu to make something for Dad later and send it over.

Mingo was distressed.

A hand rests on Mingo's shoulder.

It's Werther.

"You finally came down." Mingo looked at Werther, "Yes, I cleaned up well today!"

Werther nodded silently, packing himself into such a ghostly appearance with his own hands, which put a lot of pressure on Werther's heart.

"What are you talking about?" Werther asked deliberately.

Mingo smiled: "No. Do you want to listen to the topic between mermaids?"

Winking playfully at Werther, Mingo poked Werther with his elbow: "I really want to listen, and I don't mind telling you."

The topic between mermaids, if you hear it, you will become a mermaid.

"Yes." Werther said firmly, isn't it just to let you take advantage of your words?

no problem.

In this way, Mingo is choked, can Werther have some morals?

"Okay," Mingo said dryly, "we're discussing our love history."

"Yeah." Witt nodded, feeling better.

"However." Mingo sighed, "I really don't think we have anything to talk about."

"It's okay." Werther looked into Mingo's eyes, "We have a lot of time to cultivate stories worth telling between us."

"What's more, I think that when two people are together, life may not have extremely sweet memories every day, but as long as we are together all the time, this is worth remembering." Werther said, imprinting a kiss on Mingo's forehead.

Openly showing affection is really blind.

Uncle Mu, who got out of the kitchen, saw this blinding scene at a glance, and Dale standing beside him was like a one-kilowatt light bulb—it was too much.

"It's time to eat." Uncle Mu roared loudly.

Mingo immediately slipped past, smoother than a fish.

"Great!"

Werther straightened his clothes.

In front of delicious food, men are always throwing things away.

Werther thought silently.

"There are so many things this morning!" Mingo slid around the table, and couldn't help leaning over to ask, his nostrils were full of fragrance.

"It's not suitable for eating greasy food in the morning. I cook something lighter. Come and try it." Uncle Mu looked at the food on the table. I just feel like there's nothing left.

I hope the big eater can be full.

Mingo lay on the table, sniffing around like a puppy, what should I do?They all look delicious, which one should we eat first?

Choice Difficulty Syndrome.

Werther walked over to scoop up a bowl of seafood porridge for Mingo, and directly helped Mingo make a choice: "Drink a bowl of porridge to warm your stomach first."

"Okay." Mingo accepted it obediently.

Inside the porridge are large chunks of seafood of various colors, and the rice is so badly stewed that it is as sticky as a paste.

Mingo took a big gulp, chewing the seafood vigorously.

Why did Da Le marry Uncle Mu - because Uncle Mu's porridge is really good!

After swallowing a bowl, Mingo suddenly thought of Heller.

If Dad knew that he ate all the dishes prepared by Uncle Mu heartily today, but didn't send any of them to him--Dad would definitely go berserk.

"Oops. I haven't washed my face yet." Mingo found a reason and left the table with a fake smile—although he really didn't wash his face, but was held wet by Werther when Werther was helping him to dress. Wipe his face with a towel.

Hiding in the bathroom, Mingo secretly contacted Heller.

"Mingo." Heller appeared in the video, supporting his waist.

Mingo looked at it and asked stupidly: "Father, your waist is comfortable today."

"Can I be comfortable?" Heller said with a bitter face, "I was caught by Chester yesterday, and I'm already in good shape to get out of bed!"

"Why can't you get up?" Mingo was confused.

"Isn't it?" Heller asked slightly surprised, "Have you never encountered such a state?"

Mingo shook his head obediently: "Even if I offend Werther, he will be fine after a while. Does father still have to deal with dad afterwards?"

"You don't understand what I'm talking about." Heller sighed, "They're all pregnant mermaids, how can they be so pure, don't be shy, just pretend you don't know."

"What?" Mingo pretended to be confused.

"I really don't know." Heller exclaimed a little, "It's really lucky to see Werther."

Heller looked around and saw that there was no one around, approached the screen with a rippling smile and whispered, "It's right there, right there."

"what?"

"In bed, having a baby."

This place, this ending.

Mingo realized, his face flushed red: "Father, what are you talking about!"

"Hey, didn't you feel this way after that with Werther?"

Mingo recalled with a blushing face, he and Werther had actually only had two times, but the backache was so painful that he had to hold on or couldn't get out of bed.

It seems, as if, really not.

"No." Mingo shook his head in denial.

"This is really..." Heller's face couldn't tell whether it was pity or gloating, "Werther can't do it."

Heller whispered.

Should he be sad because his son is completely lacking in his father's ferocity?

Or is it because Werther is an embroidered pillow, ecstasy?

Whoops, I feel so happy.

Werther, you have been punished for disobeying your father!

Heller covered her mouth and smirked.

"Dad!" Although he didn't know what Heller was laughing at, but he always felt that he was not in a good mood. Mingo couldn't help interrupting Heller, "Dad, what kind of food do you want to eat from Uncle Mu?" Mingo tried to distract Haile. Le's attention.

Heller was really fooled: "They all like to eat."

"What if you can only cook three dishes?" Mingo figured out that he couldn't help Dale much, and he was too embarrassed to ask Uncle Mu to cook too much. Three dishes should be enough for Dad to satisfy his hunger.The big deal is to ask Uncle Mu to make a cauldron for every portion.

"Now even pregnant mermaids are restricted?" Heller said with great disappointment, "It's really getting harder and harder to eat what Uncle Mu makes."

Heller sighed: "Since he got married"

"Uncle Mu stopped cooking after he got married?"

"That's for sure!" Heller patted his tail, "He is a screenwriter, he runs around in the universe all day long, and Uncle Mu also follows him around, and sometimes Uncle Mu will help out at the local restaurant. Things, but usually when everyone gets the news and rushes over, Uncle Mu has already left. Now if you want to eat Uncle Mu's food, it's luck plus character!"

Heller sighed, and asked unwillingly: "Why don't you ask again when you go, can you really only have three copies?"

"There are only three copies!" Mingo was categorical, he couldn't send the things on his table to his father.

"Oh." Heller sighed, "You can have any three of Uncle Mu's signature dishes. I really don't like it."

"I'm so picky, why can't I order one or two more dishes?" Heller was very unwilling to give up.

"Goodbye, Dad." Mingo said goodbye politely, and then quickly hung up the phone.