One sunny afternoon a few years later, Mrs. Gu leaned next to Mr. Gu and scanned the space with her mobile phone.
#On the difference between engine oil and lady#
Motor oil is used to ravage, bully, trick, tease, and incite hatred, making them cry without tears and yell about this person's perverted and evil taste. The wife is there to love, pamper, pamper, trust, tolerate, and occasionally act cute and pretend to be innocent, making her blush and like you even more.
Mrs. Gu poked Mr. Gu, who was resting at the end of the day, with a smile on her face: "Mr. Gu, how long has it been, and this statement is still on top of your mind?"
After hearing this, Mr. Gu narrowed his eyes and grabbed the catkins that were making trouble on his face. Unfortunately, Mrs. Gu's head fell directly onto Mr. Gu's lap.
"Mr. Gu, can't you be more reserved?" Mrs. Gu rubbed the painful brow and began to complain that Mr. Gu was too strong.
Hearing this, Mr. Gu looked at Mrs. Gu with a half-smile, and his tone rose: "Oh? Reserved? I remember someone asking for me without being reserved, now or in the past. Mrs. Gu, are you really embarrassed to discuss the word reserved with me?"
Sure enough, Mrs. Gu, who had always been as thin-skinned as paper, blushed and pointed her finger at Mr. Gu: "... Ajiu, you are so shameless!!"
Mr. Gu was as calm as a mountain, opened the book with notes on the side and replied: "Can I eat face if I want it? Besides, I am telling the truth, Mrs. Gu."
But in her heart, she lamented that even after so many years, A-Lan was still so thin-skinned. It seemed that she needed to practice more. If Mrs. Gu knew what Mr. Gu was thinking, she would probably be furious.
"... You're a dressed-up beast."
"Then you are the wife of a beast."
"... Can't you just be polite to me?"
Mr. Gu threw the book aside, hugged Mrs. Gu into his arms, and nibbled Mrs. Gu's earlobe: "Mrs. Gu, is this sentiment understandable?"
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