"Is it really okay for you to bully an honest person like me?" Zhang Fan sighed repeatedly and thought to himself, today is over.
"I want you to wash your feet. Where did all this nonsense come from?" Ma Ling'er raised her foot and kicked Zhang Fan's leg, scolding him with a smile.
"Okay, you guys are so large that I can't afford to offend you. I'll wash it. I'll wash it." Zhang Fan seemed to accept his fate and shook his head bitterly. He had no choice but to be obedient and started to help Ma Ling'er wash her feet. .
Help her take off her snow-white fluffy socks, revealing her small, soft, white and tender feet, and press them directly into the water. A faint fragrance spreads from Ma Ling'er's body and gets in. Zhang Fan's nostrils.
For a moment, his expression perked up slightly.
After washing for a while, Zhang Fan seemed to realize something, and suddenly asked subconsciously: "I remember, didn't you always like to wear skirts to show your big white legs? Why are you wearing jeans these days..."
"Does what I wear have anything to do with you? Okay, you big pervert, it turns out that after we have known each other for so long, you have always been paying attention to my legs."
When Ma Ling'er heard this, her eyes widened and she pretended to be angry and cursed.
Zhang Fan: "..."
"I just remembered it and asked casually, please don't slander my innocence. My innocence is better than..." Zhang Fan explained very seriously, but the words had not yet been spoken. After finishing, Jiang Xiaohua interrupted: "Xiao Fanzi still cares about innocence, it makes me laugh to death. If you believe him, the little wild boars outside can do handstands and somersaults."
"Okay, stop bragging, finish washing quickly, and follow me out to meet someone later. You have to accompany me back to my hometown for a visit tomorrow."
Ma Ling'er glanced at the time, frowned slightly, then hurriedly patted Zhang Fan and asked him to wash it quickly.
Zhang Fan picked up a splash of water with his hand, then helped Ma Ling'er roll up her trouser legs, and asked in surprise: "Who are you meeting?"
"my mother!"
Ma Linger said.
"When I go home tomorrow, my mother will go with me. She wants to see you tonight. She seems to have something to say to you."
Ma Linger turned on her phone, took two photos of Zhang Fan washing his feet, saved them on her phone with a smile, and said.
"Could we be talking about the betrothal gift? Isn't this too fast? I'm not mentally prepared yet." Zhang Fan swallowed and fell into deep thought.
"Talking about the bride price, do you have money?"
"What you have in mind is quite beautiful. You want to marry me, but I won't marry you yet. You big pervert, go to hell." When Ma Ling'er heard Zhang Fan talk about the bride price, her face instantly turned red and she scolded With a sound, he turned his head away embarrassedly and never looked at Zhang Fan again.
"Ahem, okay." Zhang Fan coughed twice.
"By the way, your legs are really white." Zhang Fan couldn't help but praise.
"No wonder people on the Internet say that snow-white and long legs are beautiful. This is not true at all."
Hearing this, Ma Ling'er was angry and ashamed, and even the blush on her face became more intense. She raised her right foot and kicked Zhang Fan to the ground.
A piece of water from the basin poured out and splashed all over Zhang Fan.
There was even a lot of it on my face.
"You go to hell!"
...
The night was very peaceful.
The cool night breeze blows slowly on the face, giving people an extremely comfortable feeling.
Zhang Fan and Ma Ling'er walked slowly along the roadside, enjoying their time alone.
At this time, Ma Ling'er was wearing a black sweater on her upper body, and a snow-white skirt on her lower body. Her long white legs were exposed to the air, and seemed to be shining brightly under the illumination of the street lights on both sides. The halo makes people's eyes involuntarily attracted to it.
After washing her feet, she went to the master bedroom and changed into a long dress, returning to the way she had first met Zhang Fan.
In the year after Zhang Fan's death, she lived a hazy life, leaving behind many of the things she liked before.
This includes her favorite dress.
She closed herself up, just like her own heart that had been closed for a long time.
She doesn't want others to come into her life, nor does she want others to figure out her emotions.
After Zhang Fan died, she separated from Xu Wu and never contacted him again.
Xu Wu may be a good person, but in her heart, he will never be as good as Zhang Fan.
Although this was a heavy blow to Xu Wu, Ma Ling'er didn't think there was anything wrong with doing this.
In fact, she had never liked Xu Wu, she just regarded him as a childhood sweetheart, nothing more.
"Does this look good on me?" Ma Linger walked around in front of Zhang Fan and asked with a smile.
"It looks good. You look good in anything you wear." Zhang Fan looked up and down and gave a thumbs up to praise.
Despite his calm appearance on the outside, he was actually a little panicked inside.
He was thinking about what to say when he met Ma Ling'er's mother.
Do you want to buy something to eat or some gifts?
No, buying food is too vulgar, and buying gifts is a bit too hypocritical.
But it would definitely be even more inappropriate to go empty-handed.
Maybe he would be kicked out before he even entered the house.
Forget it, let’s buy gifts.
It's better to be hypocritical than to go empty-handed. At least he bought something. As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person with your hand.
"What do you think is good about me?" Seeing Zhang Fan's solemn look, Ma Ling'er thought he was admiring her beauty, so she asked with a smile.
"The legs...the legs are nice." Zhang Fan was originally absent-minded. He was distracted by what gifts he should buy for a while, so he didn't think much about what Ma Ling'er said.
"You go to hell. You're a straight man, you keep staring at other girls' legs every day, you're really not ashamed."
"You can't find a partner like this."
Ma Ling'er cursed and looked very angry.
Damn Zhang Fan, he still has no emotion at all, just like before.
You can coax me, you can tell me a few wisecracks that I like to hear. You are such a straight man every day, I really want to kick you to death.
So, the more Ma Ling'er thought about it, the angrier she became. Finally, she couldn't help but kicked Zhang Fan into the green belt on the side of the road.
Seeing Zhang Fan being easily kicked over by her, Ma Ling'er herself was stunned.
She obviously didn't use much strength, so why did Zhang Fan become so weak now and couldn't resist being beaten at all.
As everyone knows, it's not that Zhang Fan can't resist the beating, but that his survivor's physical strength has been limited by the system.
Now his physique is no different from that of an ordinary person.
"Are you okay?" Ma Ling'er hurriedly ran forward, pulled Zhang Fan out of the green belt, and asked with a worried look on her face.
"It's okay, I'm used to it." Zhang Fan patted the dirt on his body and said with a wry smile.
Ma Ling'er: "..."
What does it mean to be used to it?
It's like I kick you all the time.
Please don't think of me as being so violent.
After all, I am also a weak woman.
"Don't say such nonsense when you meet my mother." Ma Ling'er glared at Zhang Fan and whispered.
"Hey, okay, Sister Ling, I understand, I understand everything!" Zhang Fan nodded thoughtfully, patted Ma Ling'er on the shoulder, and looked like he understood everything.
"You know nothing, just go to hell!" Ma Ling'er didn't know why, but when she saw Zhang Fan, she always liked to kick him.
It seems that he has developed a subconscious habit. As long as he doesn't kick him for a day, he will feel a little uncomfortable.
So, Ma Ling'er kicked Zhang Fan again into the green belt.
Zhang Fan: "..."
I'm so impressed with you, you old man.
When did you develop this habit?
I didn't say anything, so you came up and gave me a kick?
Okay, you're really good. Look, I won't go to my mother-in-law for a while...ahem, I won't go to my aunt to sue you for bullying me.
Just when Zhang Fan was thinking about how to complain when he met Ma Ling'er's mother, suddenly he saw Ma Ling'er pointing at a person in front of him in the busy square and exclaimed.
Hearing her exclamation, Zhang Fan looked around and saw the square in front of him. It was crowded with people, as if something had happened.
"Let's go over there and take a look. Maybe there's something going on there."
Ma Ling'er looked like she was eating something, and dragged Zhang Fan away quickly.
"Uh... run slower." Zhang Fan shouted helplessly as he was dragged by Ma Ling'er.
Arriving at the square and squeezing through the crowd, Zhang Fan and the two saw a young man kneeling on the ground in the center of the square, holding on to the thigh of a young girl and refusing to let go.
He hugged her hard while crying and choking.
"There is really something to eat." Ma Ling'er looked at the scene in the distance and couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise.
"Quick, give me some melon seeds." Ma Ling'er pushed Zhang Fan and urged excitedly.
Zhang Fan: "..."
