Discerning loyalty and treachery with a wise eye

  "This time, change clothes first and then have spicy hot pot."

  "Alright." Zhao Ling'er had already seen the big and small packages in Fang Xian's hands, and she quickly snatched them away. With a very familiar motion, she tore open the packaging and opened the shoe box.

  Fang Yihan believes that women's psychology transcends time, and their desire for goods has always been so strong.

  "Alright, you've changed into all of these." Fang Xian sat down in the chair, lit a cigarette and exhaled slowly. Although spending money was painful, seeing his little wife's excited expression was also one of life's great joys. It was painful yet delightful; as long as the pain came first and the delight came after, it was still quite motivating.

  "Don't stare at me like that, it's disgusting!"

  "Not used to it yet?"

  "Get out, get out! Go to the toilet and wait for me to change."

  Fang Xian saw that Ling'er was insisting, so he didn't continue to be shameless. Just right, this way, when Ling'er had changed all her clothes, it would have a sudden visual impact, or a feeling of surprise.

  Three minutes later, Ling'er settled it and called Fang Xian out of the bathroom.

  Fang Xian walked out and stared at Ling Er for three seconds before...

  "Plop..."

  At first, Ling thought the black long socks were sleeves.

  Secondly, Ling wore her underwear outside and hung her bra on her buttocks.

  Intuitively speaking, it's simply a mixture of a female textile worker and Superman.

  "Don't... " Fang Xian gently removed Ling Er's clothes one by one, muttering to himself, "Let me do it, you endure."

  "I hate..."

  Fang Xian helped Ling'er put on her clothes from scratch, starting with her bra, and then one piece at a time.

  "Firstly, this thing is a bra, its function is similar to that of a bellyband, covering the two ball-shaped objects on the chest."

  "Uh...ah...mm..." Apparently, Fang Xian's fingers had touched some sensitive spots.

  "Stop... messing around... this thing was never good anyway."

  "These are underpants, worn inside."

  "Ah...... yeah......"

  "...you'll get your new underwear dirty like that...this is a undershirt, for layering...this is a suspender skirt, put it on...don't touch me...it's not the time now...wait till tonight..."

  It took the strength of nine cows and two tigers to finally finish packing Ling'er up.

  Fang Xian rubbed his chin and looked himself up and down, very satisfied.

  This outfit is all light-colored and cute sporty style.

  A cartoon T-shirt paired with a cute suspender skirt, black tights below, and a pair of white sneakers on her feet...

  Perfect, can be used as a miscellaneous cover now.

  Ling'er blushed and glanced at herself in the mirror, clearly still unaccustomed to this attire.

  "Does...this look good?"

  Fang Xian hugged Zhao Ling'er tightly and laughed: "It's too good-looking, can't be any better."

  At this time, there was a knock at the door outside.

  "Xiao Fang... are you still there?"

  The beautiful scenery was ruined by that damned teacher Shao, and Fang Xian had no choice but to open the door and welcome him in.

  "Take a look and go, we still have things to do."

  Mr. Shao walked in with a smile and raised his head to greet Zhao Ling'er who was standing tall and slender.

  "Ah..."

  The tiger's body shook, stunned and shocked, waiting and waiting, from Mr. Shao's performance, it can be seen that when people see extremely beautiful or extremely frightening things, their reactions are extremely similar.

  Ling'er was stared at by the middle-aged man, making Fang Xian feel a kind of inexplicable discomfort.

  "Alright, you can go now, we still have things to attend to." He forcibly turned Mr. Shao's body around and pulled him outwards as he walked.

  "It's really true! It's really true!" Teacher Shao exclaimed, "Heavens, such a thing has happened, brother you're truly blessed with great luck."

  "Goodbye, Teacher Shao."

  "Wait, wait, wait..." Teacher Shao said with a shameless face, "This girl's style is already close to perfection, it's just that her hair is a bit messy. I strongly suggest you bring her to the styling center for a haircut, and I guarantee I'll do my best."

  "This...". Fang Xian pondered for a moment, what he said was actually right, Ling Er's two big braids now were too showy, going out would still make passersby stare endlessly, every time in such situations he felt very annoyed. "Then you have to compromise, it's you who asked me."

  "It's settled then. I'm fully booked today, how about tomorrow at 2 pm at the styling center?"

  "Okay, goodbye Teacher Shao."

  "Wait..."

  Bang, Fang Xian finally closed the door.

  "What kind of service industry is this now..."

  This time, Fang Xian can finally take Ling Er out in a big way, but he finds that the rate of people turning their heads hasn't changed much. It seems that wearing too boldly still doesn't work. Actually, it's quite simple for women to get men to turn their heads - as long as they're decent-looking and show some leg while wearing stockings, that's enough.

  And as for men, if they don't have Brad Pitt's aura, then forget it.

  The boss of "Spicy to Death" Malatang saw this young couple coming again, beaming with joy.

  "Doll, you're driving me crazy."

  Fang Xian couldn't help but sigh at the world's indifference. He had come here nearly 50 times, and the boss's attitude had never been so good before. Even if he retreated a step, Fang Xian himself was the one who paid every time in those over 50 instances.

  Ling'er smiled sweetly: "Your family's malatang is delicious, I'll come every day from now on!"

  "You little girl, your mouth is too sweet." The boss was overjoyed, but then his expression turned slightly melancholic. "What a pity, today the black doll has been booked by someone else."

  As I looked around, the small shop was packed with people, a sea of black heads as far as the eye could see.

  Not only is his hair black, but his skin tone is also black, with only a row of pearly white teeth gleaming in this direction.

  "Not good, I've been ambushed!" Fang Xian was shocked. The entire black tourist group was eating spicy hot pot together! What's going on? Could it be that he's destined to be with blacks for the rest of his life?

  The blacks saw the little beauty from the day before yesterday appear again, with whistling and shouting voices that did not stop, while muttering something to the poor Chinese tour guide in unison.

  The tour guide's face was filled with helplessness, and he shouted to Fang Xian: "They said they would squeeze together to eat, but I advise you to leave, I never want to lead an African group again in this lifetime."

  "Thank you, tour guide!" Fang Xian bowed and was about to leave.

  Of course, at this time, the evil spirit will definitely hold him back.

  Ling'er clutched Fang Xian tightly, her eyes innocent and pitiful to the extreme, resembling the cat swordsman in "Shrek".

  "Onii-chan... I really want to eat mala hot pot..."

  "Hungry... Mala hot pot and blacks, my nemesis! " Fang Xian sighed and persuaded, "Ling'er, blacks have a weak control over their brains, most of the time they are controlled by bodily hormones, it's dangerous to eat with them."

  "Lazy brother, didn't you say that most people in this world are good...?" Ling'er shook her body and made various cute expressions.

  That group of black people has already reached boiling point.

  “E－ON,MAN!”

  “OH，OH，E－HERE.”

  In an instant, several black people squeezed each other, and two positions were squeezed out beside the tour guide.

  "They said they'd treat us to dinner, they said they wanted a group photo. I'm never leading an all-black tour again."

  Helpless, who let the girl insist on eating spicy hot pot? As for the topic of "what to eat tonight", he can forget about winning against women in this lifetime.

  Then Fang Xian and Ling'er squeezed into the crowd of blacks, and these blacks came one by one to take photos with Ling'er.

  Fang Xian was naturally unhappy, relying on his own sister to take a photo with him, but it was a group of black people. He tightly hugged Ling'er and acted as Zhao Ling'er's protective membrane, forbidding the blacks from having any contact with her.

  It's a mistake to try to outdo black people.

  Although Fang Xian successfully defended Ling'er, he was almost squeezed into a pancake in the process of taking various photos. At this moment, he thought of the experience of the small grass monster at the beginning of the game - coming out to run, it's bound to be returned sooner or later.

  After a 20-minute photo shoot disaster, Fang Xian's cool and handsome appearance had turned into Xi Li Ge, but Ling Er hadn't been touched by the black man at all.

  "It was worth it... cough..." Fang Xian suddenly felt very proud of himself, he had withstood the siege of dozens of black men, the yellow race is mighty.

  Then there was eating and drinking, all kinds of jokes, every black man would come over with beer to toast Ling'er, then be robbed by Fang Xian, who would rudely clink glasses and drink.

  The tour guide lamented: "I told you so, don't come. By the way, I will never lead an African group again."

  For Ling, this was an extremely happy meal, free and lively, with a bunch of black people's song and dance performances, eating that was so enjoyable.

  The other side said... there's nothing more to say, it's just free fighting and wine drinking, all 1v30.

  In the end, Ling'er was still eating non-stop, while Fang Xian had already drunk seven or eight bottles of beer for some reason.

  "Why... " Fang Xian was on the verge of tears, "Why did I get drunk by so much wine from a black man who has nothing to do with me?"

  The ending was happy, the black people were friendly and kind-hearted, they even helped Ling'er to send the drunk Fang Xian back to the hotel.

  Tour guide: "Hmph, this little guy can't even drink as much as me. And I'm never leading an African tour group again."

  A poor man must have a hateful place, the tour guide is arrogant, showing off in front of Ling'er, it's not realistic at all. After all, black people are better.

  Ling'er didn't even bother to guide the tourists, although she was naturally silly, but people like her usually have a natural ability to distinguish between good and evil. Here is his ranking of the kindness of humans he met in the past two days:

  The boss of the spicy hot pot restaurant who is not afraid of death from spiciness

  Black community

  Mr. Shao

  Hotel front desk

  Li Chao Zhang Lili.

  Little tour guide.