Is this a mermaid?

"Be honest."

Werther was sitting on the sofa alone. In the empty hall, only Mingo looked at him with a straight face on the coffee table.

"I'm done talking." Werther spread his hands helplessly, especially reluctantly recalling the memory of 'living together' with Feng Yingfeng in the Cosmos Academy. To him, that was the existence of black history. It's a pity that Mingo dog blood TV Too many, the brain has been infected, to think that he and Feng Yingfeng are happy friends?

He and Feng Yingfeng, hmph, Wuhuan Wuxi are indeed enemies!

"You actually remember the things between you and him so clearly!" Mingo said sourly, "You may not even remember the things between you and me."

"How could it be?" Werther had a headache. Seeing Mingo's strong request, he was really racking his brains when he recalled the messy things between him and Feng Yingfeng, but now Mingo disliked him for remembering too clearly.

Mermaids who are in the irritable period after pregnancy are really difficult to serve.

"Hmph." Mingo groaned to express his distrust of Werther, "Okay, then tell me, when was the first day we ate small yellow croakers?"

Werther was silent, he couldn't give an answer at all, how could he remember such a thing!If Mingo asked when they went out to eat for the first time, he could still clearly remember it—it was the first time he and Mingo met, and Mingo's nonsense at that time had left him a deep impression An obliterated impression, but, to the little yellow croaker, what is the commemorative significance of this incident, is it worth him to remember?

"You really don't remember!" Mingo was filled with righteous indignation, patting the coffee table with both hands desperately.

Werther looked at the tea table that was photographed bouncing slightly on the ground, and he knew that Mingo's hand really wanted to fall on him.

"Do you remember?" Werther asked suddenly.

"Of course I remember." Mingo said solemnly, "No it is"

Can't go on.

Mingo's hand patting the table froze, shit, he didn't remember either.

"Look." Werther gave Mingo a meaningful look, "We don't even remember, let's forget about it."

"We don't remember what it means!" Mingo struggled desperately, desperately remembering when the little yellow croaker went there.

No, the little yellow croaker still has a special place in his heart. It was his favorite food in the Adventure League. When he ate the little yellow croaker for the first time, he was particularly shocked—especially when compared with the nutritional package .

Now he actually forgot, his poor little yellow croaker, his mouth was really sucked by Uncle Mu's handiwork recently, so he just forgot it directly.

"Forget it." Werther moved over calmly and gently grabbed Mingo's hand, "Little yellow croaker doesn't mean much to us, so we all forget it. Now I can clearly remember our two first The scene of our first meeting, I still remember that we took a shower on Planet No. [-], and I still remember that we watched pornographic films”

"and many more!"

Mingo's eyes widened, and the warm atmosphere was completely broken, "What do you mean we watch pornographic movies together? You were the one who peeked at it yourself. I, I just caught you. Don't drag me into the water!"

Thinking of the scene at that time, Witt put on a faint smile on his face that has never changed: "Okay, I am the only one watching. But."

Werther paused on purpose. Although he knew that Mingo could not be messed with at this time, Werther stepped into the minefield maliciously: "I still remember that you always wanted to be on top, if you were really on it for the first time Above, you don’t watch pornography, and you don’t have experience, do you really know how to do it?”

"So, opportunity reading is reserved for those who are prepared." Werther moved his waist slightly and rubbed Mingo's buttocks.

Suddenly, Mingo exploded!

No matter what he rushed over to overwhelm Werther.

This, this is really shameless!

Kill this bastard.

Mingo opened his mouth and looked at Werther, who was a little laid back under him. He felt that everything he looked at was particularly disgusting, and he was very puzzled when he bit it.

Bite your face first!

Mingo looked at Werther bitterly, and opened his mouth wide, with such a thick skin, let's see if he bites it!

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Werther directly grabbed Mingo's chin so that Mingo's mouth could not close. He raised his head and stretched out his tongue to get into Mingo's mouth, grinding Mingo's tender tongue.

asshole!

Mingo's face turned red with anger, he was dealing with Werther, not flirting with Werther!

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Yu Yue saw such an 'intense' fighting situation as soon as she stepped in, her face flushed instantly, and she hurriedly backed out.

Outside the door, Yu Yue patted her chest to let out a sigh of relief. It was still broad daylight, and it was done in the living room. The two people inside couldn't wait—the time to go upstairs and return to the bedroom None?

Inside the door, Mingo was extremely ashamed and angry, damn Werther!Kill him!

As soon as Mingo exerted force, he hit the attention that bit Werther's tongue.

It's a pity that Werther knows him too well. Ever since Yu Yue suddenly made soy sauce before disappearing, he has been paying close attention to Mingo's dynamics. He knows that Mingo is so thin-skinned that he was caught in such a thing—he must not What good will come of it.

Chin has been pinched.Can't bite down.

Mingo looked at Werther sadly.

His tongue was forced to get entangled. Even if he wanted to tell Werther to go upstairs, he could only make a faltering voice. What's more, he opened his mouth wide, and the liquid in his mouth couldn't stop dripping down and landed on the floor. In Werther's mouth, there was a burst of adam's apple agitation.

No, we can't let Werther continue here.

Always unable to stop Werther's behavior, Mingo really became ruthless.

Open Werther's dirty hand pinching his chin, put it on Werther's solid chest, and then rebound away from Werther.

Mingo poured a water balloon on Werther's face.

"Could you calm down, be reserved! Temperance! Quality! Don't be so impatient!"

Mingo was so exasperated.

"I'm really in a hurry now." Werther looked serious, "According to the best times of 'love' in a week announced by the Mermaid Protection Association, you have already owed me many times."

"Hey!" Mingo was amazed, "I don't believe that the regulation is also recommended during pregnancy!"

Werther was silent for a while: "I mean you owed me many times before you got pregnant and after the baby was born."

"Since the last time I was in the hotel, until now, it should have been once every two days. Tell me, you owe me two or three times, right?" Werther said in a deep voice, with a serious face, as if he must talk to Mingo. This account looks clear.

Mingo was so angry that he almost turned his back.

And this algorithm?

Even if it is calculated like this, even if he really owes him—he must not think so, he should go back to the room no matter what—don’t mind if it’s daytime now, it’s already his biggest step back.

Werther looked at Mingo like a fish accidentally jumping ashore, lacking water and oxygen, bouncing all over the ground.

He immediately picked up Mingo horizontally.

"Go upstairs." Werther said in a deep voice.

Mingo turned his head angrily to avoid Werther's sight, but his hands hugged Werther's neck cooperatively—don't think too much, he was just preventing himself from falling.

The stairs, which are obviously only a few steps away, have become very long in Werther's eyes. He wished he could fly to the bed immediately, so that Mingo would have no objection to what he did.

Werther strode directly towards the top. When you are in a hurry, the long legs are undoubtedly a good helper.

Although Werther wanted to run straight up, but in order to show that he was not in such a hurry—although he was already in a hurry now, he still walked step by step—although the frequency of his steps was already comparable to trotting.

Kicking open the door, Werther gently put Mingo on the bed.

The soft big bed immediately sank deeply.

The dark black sheets made Mingo's skin as white as snow, and even the slightly pursed mouth in anger was a silent invitation in Werther's eyes.

Mingo turned his face away and looked directly out of the window.

Hmph, he is angry now, and he will never cooperate with Werther.

Werther passionately kissed Mingo's neck and collarbone randomly, buried his head between Mingo's neck, kissed the faint scent of shampoo on his hair, his tongue seemed to be tasting a peerless delicacy, twisting it carefully, deeply Take a deep breath.

"Well."

Mingo hummed so softly, his soft voice was like a coquettish cat.

Immediately, Werther became excited, and reached into Mingo's clothes, about to help him take them off.

"I'm coming in, where can I post the picture?"

The window was opened, and Jiuye rolled in neatly, seeing such a hot scene, Jiuye's face turned green, didn't it mean that they were fighting fiercely downstairs?

Werther's face also turned green, these two people have never finished!

Pulling the quilt to cover Mingo's messy clothes, Werther looked at Nine Nights, and his voice was completely roaring: "What are you doing! The majestic ninth-level nobles of the empire have been reduced to the point where they have to go through the window !"

Jiuye shrunk his neck, muttering to himself, the prince was in the living room directly carrying a gun to go into battle, it's nothing for a nobleman to open the window, not to mention, this is still his home.

The old man has now fully accepted him, so Yueyue's home is his home - thinking of this, Jiuye is a little proud.

"What's the matter?" Werther looked at Nine Nights with a gloomy face, it's nothing to get out of here, the second half of this sentence needless to say, the meaning is so clear.

"Actually." Jiuye said, paying close attention to Werther, "Yueyue wants to hang his previous words all over the house, he thinks it's more auspicious. So, I'm here to hang pictures for your room."

Werther's face is distorted, is it just this shitty thing, the two of them keep disturbing him one after the other?

"What kind of painting, you can't wait a few days to hang it!" Werther ran away.

"Since I have come up." Jiuye took a deep look at Mingo. Based on his experience, he knew that, at least today, Werther is out of action. Now that this is the case, whether he leaves immediately or delays some time, It's all the same result, "I'll hang up the painting right away!" Then finish the task assigned by my wife first!

After completing the task, Jiuye rolled away smoothly along the window.

And Werther looked at the "masterpiece" neatly drawn in circles without any technical content with an extremely distorted expression. It was because of this extremely boring painting that he couldn't go to bed today——Werther tore it up. This painting has all the thoughts.

Mingo hit a hutch, and looked at the painting on the wall before falling asleep, isn't this the so-called begging egg picture that Yu Yue said before?