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Chapter 275 Fishing(2/2)

There seemed to be such a scene in her home when she was a child. The conditions at home began to improve at that time, but her mother still knew how to cook. Sometimes Anyuan would smoke a cigarette while leaning against the kitchen door and watching her wife cook, and then

She would also brag and chat with her brother.

An Xin was ignorant at the time, but now she suddenly felt that this hint of fireworks was really attractive.

"Here, bring out the dishes!" Zhang Yuan prepared a dish of diced chicken first, and An Xin quickly took it. The plate was very hot, so she hurriedly put it on the table, and then waited for the second dish.

Men who cook seriously are also handsome.

An Xin wanted to hug Zhang Yuan from behind, but there was a voice in her head telling her: "The atmosphere is not here yet, you have to wait."

Zhang Yuan quickly prepared the second dish, and An Xin took it again, thinking to himself: "It would be great if you were half as horny as my brother!"

An Xin doesn't believe that men are not lustful; the only explanation is that Zhang Yuan is a science guy at heart and may not know how to express his lustfulness.

The four dishes were quickly prepared and all were home-cooked.

An Xin filled the rice bowl and handed it to Zhang Yuan, then sat down and picked up the chopsticks: "I'm starting!"

There is a gap between Zhang Yuan's cooking skills and Aunt Xu's at home, but she has never eaten food cooked by other men - including her father's.

"Sister Song said that the South China Sea is quite fun. I don't want to go to Europe anymore, so let's go there."

"Okay!" He couldn't go back on his promise. Zhang Yuan continued, "I'll rent a yacht later and we can go fishing."

Why is this man thinking about fishing? The same goes for Sister Song. All she shows off to herself is fishing. Can't you think of other things?

After eating, An Xin sat on the sofa holding Zhang Yuan's arm and watched TV for a while.

Zhang Yuan's Adam's apple moved. An Xin's breasts were not small, and he could feel them on his arms.

An Xin watched TV intently for a while and said to Zhang Yuan: "It's getting late, please take me back."

"Oh, okay!" Zhang Yuan hurriedly started to put on his shoes. An Xin looked at Zhang Yuan's movements, and when he was going out, he suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed Zhang Yuan's face.
Chapter completed!
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