"Naran, what's your name? Why are you throwing water in the room?" Meng Bumi was poured on water head-on and blamed him with great depression and dissatisfaction.

Meng Bumi never expected that he would be splashed with water when he entered his daughter's room. He was completely relaxed and had no precautions. Moreover, his strength is now much worse than before, so he accidentally fell into trouble.

Jiang Fan, who was standing beside him, was also stunned. Unexpectedly, the one who came in would be Meng Bumi. Why is this old man here? He looked at Meng Bumi who was so sad that he was so funny that he was about to laugh. However, he saw Meng Bumi staring at the saint with an unhappy look on his face. He couldn't laugh properly at this time, so he had to hold it in.

"Why don't you go to that towel to wipe your father's water!" Jiang Fan shouted as he held back his smile and shouted, while closing the door.

The thought was full of thought. The patriarch was thrown into water by his daughter as a saint. If this was spread, they would lose face and lose face. The saint would even hate him. He would still control the conflict. It would be harmless to make a small fight. It would be bad if he had a big deal.

The saint was reminded immediately and didn't bother to bother Jiang Fan. However, when he turned around, he glared at Jiang Fan fiercely before getting the towel. Meng Bumi noticed Jiang Fan, and said a little surprised and embarrassedly: "Uh, you are here too. This, this really makes you laugh!"

"It's okay, I'm here to chat with the saint. I don't laugh at you, it's just a coincidence!" Jiang Fan said with a smile without caring.

"Oh, you guys are chatting, why do she still have to splash water when chatting?" Meng Bumi asked in confusion when he saw Jiang Fan's serious and embarrassed expression dissipated a lot.

"It's nothing. As I chatted, I found that the door was a little dirty. The saint poured a basin of water on it and was about to wipe it off. You happened to be in!" Jiang Fan explained nonsense.

"The door is a bit dirty? The door seems to be quite clean. Nalan, why don't you let the servants deal with it because it's dirty, and you also need to splash water on the door?" Meng Bumi looked at the door in a daze, took the towel he handed over and complained in confusion while wiping the water on his face.

It was impossible to tell what happened just now, let alone I was embarrassed to tell it. The Saint of Jiang Fan's lies had to continue and said perfunctorily: "Uh, I, I'm too lazy to bother the servants, so I want to do it myself!"

"That's right. The saint told me that she is very diligent and capable, and she is good at doing housework, washing clothes, washing dishes, cooking and cooking. In order to verify it, I casually said that the door was dirty and the ground was a little dirty, so she wanted to show it to me!" Jiang Fan's eyes turned and smiled wickedly.

"Brother, Nalan is really right. Although he is a saint, he is very noble and rarely works, but she is very capable. Nalan, then you can continue, wipe the door and drag the ground too!" Meng Bumi was happy when he heard this, and immediately gave the saint a look of appreciation and encouragement.

I was very happy and thought that my daughter had accepted her advice and started to launch an offensive to Jiang Fan to bring her relationship closer. This method is good. In the outside world, qualified women must be able to go to the hall and enter the kitchen.

"Ah, mop the door and mop the floor!" The saint was stunned and angry. This guy was too bad, but his father was not present and he was not happy to have an attack. He said embarrassedly: "Father, let's do it later. Why are you here so late?" He was not stupid and hurried to change the topic.

"Naran, the door is not big, and the ground is not big. You'd better talk about it after you finish it, hurry up!" Meng Bumi said without letting go.

"In addition, tomorrow you cook yourself and show your cooking skills. It's just that I haven't tasted the food you cook for a long time!" Meng Bumi reminded him that with Jiang Fan present, he wanted his daughter to show off.

"No, her cooking skills are really good?" Jiang Fan secretly rejoiced, and said suspiciously with a look of disbelief.

"Uh, brother, I never tell lies. I will never forget the food you cooked by Nalan for the rest of your life. I wish I could cook the food for her for the rest of my life!" Meng Bumi immediately praised with a smile on his face.

"Father, I don't have time to do this. I want to go to the ancestral temple to worship, and I have to go to a few places to see it, and...!" The saint was dizzy and hurriedly refused.

"Naran, don't want this or that. No matter where you go, the meal will always be eaten. Well, it's all set. As long as you are with the guy, you have to cook the meal yourself?" Seeing that the saint was unhappy, Meng Bumi was a little unhappy, he interrupted the forced order.

This opportunity cannot be missed. Looking at Jiang Fan's meaning, he seemed quite interested. When he was caught, his stomach would be almost half successful with Nalan.

"Naran, although you are a saint, you are not a member of my tribe, but an ally, a nobleman, and a friend. It is completely reasonable for you to treat the girl with kindness, and girls should be more generous!" Then Meng Bumi persuaded, worried that the saint would be embarrassed to be unable to hold her face.

The saint was speechless and difficult to argue. Although she was very reluctant, she had to listen to her father's words. She turned around with an unhappy expression and went to fetch water and search for a rag, which made Jiang Fan hate him to death.

"Brother, sit down and have tea first. I'll change my clothes and come over immediately. I'll have something to say to you!" Meng Bumi was satisfied when he saw that his daughter was obedient. He looked at her wet body and said politely to Jiang Fan. After saying that, he turned around and went out.

Meng Bumi went out to bring him to the door, put the saint on his wrist after putting it on his basin, immediately put it down, rushed to Jiang Fan angrily and cursed and threatened, "Wait, I want you to look good, you are a rogue bastard!"

The saint wanted to beat Jiang Fan up and mop the floor. It would be fine, but he had to cook for him to eat. This was too embarrassing. This was a big loss, but it was difficult to do it. He knew that his father would come soon.

"Damn, why are you so nagging? Why don't you go and mop the floor quickly? Remember to mop the floor quickly. I need to mop the floor cleaner. I want to check it. If you don't clean it, don't sleep at night. I'll be punished to stand for the night!" Jiang Fan ignored the threat and acted like the master taught his subordinates a lesson.

The saint was suddenly angry, clenched his fists tightly, panting, Jiang Fan rolled his eyes even more proudly and said, "Why are you panting? You haven't worked yet, it's like a big cow. It's not that you're milking. What's wrong with it, it's true!"

"You, you, I'll fight with you!" The saint was furious and finally burst out. It was so annoying that he rushed to Jiang Fan.

Damn, I got angry again! Jiang Fan was startled and jumped up and walked around the back of the coffee table. His eyes turned and said, "Listen, there are footsteps outside the door, your father is here!"

The saint was shocked and turned around and put it in a basin with a rag and wrung it out. He walked towards the gate. He stood in front of the door and listened. Then he opened the door and looked outside and found that he was deceived. He immediately slammed the door.

The saint turned around hatefully, and saw Jiang Fan watching her with a proud look on his face. He immediately ran towards Jiang Fan, and suddenly stopped again. He felt that it was inappropriate. His father had not come now, but he should have come soon. He gave up helplessly and began to wipe the door angrily. It was very heavy, and the door was whistled.

"Damn, you're a wiping door. What a grudge against you? If you have a heavier door, it will be wiped out and you won't care at all. It's true!" Jiang Fan said sarcastically and sarcastically.

"Oh, Old Man Meng is the same. How could a very obese lady Wanjin work? She still insisted on gigging on her face. I really don't know what to say!" Then Jiang Fan sighed in an old and angry manner.

"You, you still say, wuwuwu..." The saint angrily shot the door and punched it hard, and she started crying with a stern voice. Now she was bullied.

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