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Chapter 158

On that page, there was a sentence drawn by Misty Nongnong with a highlighter. She pointed at that sentence with her fingertips, glanced at Ning Mo with a smile, and motioned for him to read it out.

Ning Mo was very helpless, and could only read mechanically: "You can't believe anything a man says in bed." From "How Women Become Sexier".

"How did this kind of book pass the publication review? It's full of lies." Ning Mo looked at Wu Nongnong seriously, trying to make his argument more credible.

"Actually, I also think that Helen's figure is better than mine, at least her breasts are bigger than mine, isn't it?" Fog Nongnong knelt and crawled on the bed, leaning down on his waist, Ning Mo's eyes almost looked straight, and for a moment he even forgot Breathe.

Instinctively swallowed saliva.

Wu Nongnong couldn't wait for Ning Mo's answer for a long time, so he had to pinch him to let him return to his place.

Wu Nongnong hummed, signaling Ning Mo to speak, but it was a pity that Ning Mo was at a loss for words.

Wu Nongnong had to remind him, "At this time, shouldn't you say that although hers is big, it is water-filled pork, and it doesn't feel solid at all?" Wu Nongnong is attacking his rival.

Ning Mo spread his hands, "I've never touched it, so I can't judge."

Wu Nongnong sat up straight, "Haven't touched it?" Obviously he didn't believe it, men are lower body animals.

Ning Mo said gratefully: "I swear to God, if what I say is false, I won't be punished..."

Wu Nongnong's index finger touched the right place at the right time, Ning Mo's lips signaled him to stop, Wu Nongnong shook his index finger, "No, I swear on my life."

This is the killer feature.

"I swear on the life of the thick fog, I, Ning Mo, have never done anything with Helen."

This was an unexpected gain, Wu Nongnong couldn't be dissatisfied, "Okay, you're ruthless."

Ning Mo rubbed the sweat on his forehead, it was fortunate that he was able to be so cruel to him back then, or maybe he had expected such a day to settle accounts after autumn, or maybe he really didn't have that urge.

Ning Mo gently hugged Fog Nongnong and kissed her lips, intending to fool the night away.

It's a pity that Ning Mo's self-control is not inferior to Ning Mo's. Even if he is out of breath and can't tell the difference between south, east and north, he can still call to stop in time.

Ning Mo roared in frustration.

"Do you still remember that you said that I was so ugly by scratching my head?"

Ning Mo really wished that he could take a time plane, go back to the past, and glue his mouth together.

"Honey, you don't need to make a pose at all, you don't need to do anything, you are already too beautiful to kill me. Sometimes you just need to look at me, and I will...you understand." Ning Mo squeezed Eye.

This is true, the fog is thick and deep.Ning Mohou was so anxious that he seemed to want to make up for the empty time he had lost for so many years, so he was always racing against time.

"Then what do you mean, it's really ugly for me to make a pose?" Wu Nongnong probably understood Ning Mo's subtext.

This time, he was not fooled by his brilliant technique of changing the subject.

"Hmph, you can deal with it yourself." Wu Nongnong pushed Ning Mo down on the bed, then put on a nightgown, covered up her spring beauty, and went out the door.

Ning Mo's scream could be heard ten steps away from the door.

Wu Nongnong had to hold back his smile.

Get up from where you fail, Wu Nongnong does not admit that she is making ugly poses.

Occasionally watching classic American dramas, the not-so-common job in them gave Wu Nongnong a lot of inspiration.

As soon as he got off work, Ning Mo received a courier, which contained a disk.

When Ning Mo put the disk into the computer, the picture on it came from a place Ning Mo was very familiar with.

That apartment where he and Wu Nongnong occasionally spend their time together, the sparrow is small but well-equipped, and the apartment is very emotionally decorated.

Ning Mo didn't remember that the part-time cleaning lady he hired was as sexy and provocative as the woman on the screen.

Classic black lace cutout pajamas.

A classic white cloth apron, dedicated to little maids in erotic comics.

Classic black patent leather ten inch peep-toe pumps.

Ning Mo felt his toes clenched tightly.

Then there's the classic broom.

The broom was thick in the fog, scratching his head and posing. He dared to say that such movements would never sweep away any dust. This broom was simply the embodiment of a steel pipe.

Then he looked at the thick fog and approached the camera with a pose.

"Hey, why is there a thread here?" The terrible classic baby voice.

Then she watched Fog Nongnong aim the vacuum cleaner at the apron on her chest, and the apron was instantly sucked off her body by the vacuum cleaner.

Really a cutout black lace nightgown.

And then, there was nothing.

The camera is off.

Ning Mo didn't even have time to turn off the computer, so he rushed downstairs, "Mother Zhang, where is Nongnong?"

"I seem to see Nongnong going to the roof."

Ning Mo, like a dazed young man in his early twenties, rushed upstairs again full of vigor.

"What's wrong with Ning Mo?" Du Ruo asked Zhang Ma in surprise, she hadn't seen him so "alive and lively" for many years.

Mama Zhang shrugged.

On the roof, Fog Nongnong was standing in front of the drawing board, asking Ning En for advice.

Ning Mo quickly stopped his forward steps.

"Dad." Ning Mo greeted, this is really torture.

"Nongnong, come here, I have something to tell you." Ning Mo waved at Wu Nongnong.

Wu Nongnong said with a smile on his face: "But I'm studying with Dad, what can I say during dinner?"

Of course not, Ning Mo felt that he was going to collapse. "It's urgent, can you come here?"

Misty smiled and shook his head.

Ning Mo looked at Wu Nongnong with warning eyes, hoping that she would be a brilliant person who knows current affairs.

Fog Nongnong blinked her eyes, thought for a while, and felt that it is still necessary to be aware of current affairs, otherwise the fate of her favorite retro bed might be a bit miserable.

"Then, Dad, I'll ask you another day."

Fog Nongnong slowly packed up the painting utensils, and slowly walked up to Ning Mo.

Ning Mo had lost his gentlemanly demeanor a bit, he hugged Wu Nongnong over, and after turning the corner, he quickly carried Wu Nongnong on his shoulders, really like a bandit snatching a kiss.

Afterwards, Ning Mo sighed contentedly, then looked at Wu Nongnong with a smile and said, "Did you do it yourself?"

"Didn't you say it's ugly for me to scratch my head and pose?" Wu Nongnong said that losing people does not lose.

"Oh, I take that back."

If you think that the fog is thick and this is the end of the torment, then you are overestimating her.

After Ning Mo was satisfied, he was drowsy and sleepy, and the fog started to toss, "Why do I fail every time I tempt you?"

Ning Mo looked at Wu Nongnong innocently, and really couldn't remember when she failed.

(End of this chapter)