Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

When Lucila and Neto left, Toli was the only one left in the box.

She saw Toli lying on the couch, sleeping unconscious, and couldn’t help but feel a little worried.

“Is it OK to let him sleep here alone?”

“What is … afraid of on your own turf … …”

Neto, although he pretended to faint while drinking with Marco at the end, had already drunk a lot before, and at that moment the aftertaste was so strong that he started to speak with his big tongue. The head.

Lucila rarely sees it that way.

She hadn’t been out socialising much before, sometimes she drank more, sometimes less, but she didn’t really get drunk, and Lucila didn’t know how much she could really drink.

Neto walked a little shakily out, pushing hard against the wall directly, and in a loud voice: “Where is the door? Why doesn’t the door open?”

“…”

Lucila knew he was probably too drunk to know.

She couldn’t help herself and reached out to pull him, “We’re out of the box now, follow me”.

Neto immediately jerked his hand away as if he had been electrocuted: “Who are you? Get out of my way, I’m a family man.

Lucila stiffened, it turned out that Neto was just like those drunks over there, drunk as a skunk.

He looked coldly at Neto and said: “Lucila”.

Neto looked at her in fascination for a few seconds before smiling and saying: “Lucila, my wife, my wife Lucila …”.

The next moment, however, he jerked backwards.

His eyes cleared for a moment and he said with a straight face: “You’re too ugly, you’re not my wife”.

“Neto!” Lucila clenched her fist, she wanted so badly to punch someone.

“You are not my wife, I have to call my wife”. Neto said as he fumbled with his phone to find him.

Lucila watched him dial a number without even looking at his phone.

I don’t know if I understood myself, but I saw that Neto put the phone to his ear and said at the top of his lungs: “Honey … I’m drunk, you’re coming to pick me up … what did you say? … louder …”

Lucila approached him and was about to take the phone from him when, unbeknownst to her, Neto pressed the speaker button and, before she could hang up the phone, she heard a familiar voice: “It’s your father”.

From the looks of it, it really is Innocent.

Lucila hastily snatches the phone from Neto’s hand and hangs up, confiscating it in the process.

Neto was not happy and reached over to grab her. Lucila glared at him and slapped him on the head: “Neto, behave yourself or I’ll divorce you tomorrow.

Neto was instantly good and gave her a condescending look, then said something that made Lucila want to beat him to a pulp.

“After a divorce, you don’t marry well in a second marriage”.

“Neto, you say one more fucking word and I’ll cut your dick off.”

Neto shrank back, his hands unconsciously covering the place where his cock was, and looked at her with a horrified expression, not daring to say a word.

Lucila didn’t hold back and burst out laughing.

It is a lot of fun.

I had never seen Neto so weakened, I had to take a picture of him.

Lucila took a very small picture of Neto covering something, and then brought it back to the floor.

…

Early the next morning.

Neto woke up, confused for a moment, to realise that he was lying in the bedroom of his flat.

The only memory of the night before was that he had pretended to be drunk and passed out.

What happened next, I didn’t really remember.

The seat next to her is empty, indicating that Lucila has got up.

He scratched his head and, before he could wake up, he shouted at the top of his lungs: “Wife!

Lucila walked in with her sober soup and saw this scene.

Neto’s hair is dishevelled and it looks as if it has not completely cleared up.

It reminded him of his cousin’s little boy, who woke up every day and also sat up in bed calling out to his mother, waiting for her to dress him.

Neto seems too big for his cousin’s son.

“Go wash up and drink this.” Lucila sat on the edge of the bed and, by the look of confusion on his face, she knew he was not fully awake.

Neto stared at her for two seconds before pulling her into his arms to kiss her.

Lucila resisted with disgust: “Go and wash, it stinks”.

Neto smiled mischievously: “It smells good, I just smelled it myself, you gave me a bath, hehehe”.

Neto, as such, seems somewhat naïve.

Lucila could not resist the onslaught of male sexuality.

The two slumped on the bed for a while, waiting for the leftover soup to cool before Lucila pushed Neto into the bathroom.

He took the sober soup to the kitchen to heat it up and prepared breakfast before Neto had already washed and changed, coming down fresh and clean.

Neto sat moncler outlet online in the dining room, watching the plates of tomato sauce being served back and forth between the dining room and the kitchen, and sighed in his heart that it was good to have a wife.

When Lucila came over and sat down, she was a little surprised to see Neto staring at her.

She pushed the sobering soup towards him and said, “You still have to drink this first, don’t keep looking at me, it’s not like you’ve never seen it before”.

Neto took the sober soup and drank it in one gulp.

The taste is not really good.

It was at that moment that the doorbell rang.

Lucila was about to get up when Neto was already on his feet: “I’m going to go”.

When he opened the door and saw that it was Toli, Neto’s first reaction was to slam it shut.

They were having breakfast and when that Toli guy arrived, he must have rubbed it in.

Toli was with Neto for a long time, so he didn’t learn the good things, but he was quick to learn.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

He shouted, “Third sister-in-law,” before closing the door.

Neto gave her a stern look and pressed the door panel, trying to close it, which Toli, of course, vowed not to do.

The two men were struggling through the door panel when they heard Lucila’s voice from inside: “Is Toli here?

Neto did not hesitate to say: “Not him, you heard wrong”.

Lucila thought Neto’s voice sounded a little muffled, got up and went to the door just in time to see two large men struggling on either side of the door through a gap.

Lucila was brought to tears, how can someone so old still act like a child?

Toli saw Lucila through a small half-open door and hurried to say, “Third sister-in-law, it’s me, it’s Toli. ”

“…” Lucila believes that Toli has a talent for playing bitter scenes.

“Let him go, what are you doing? Toli at least calls you ‘brother’, you can’t give her a break!” Lucila reached over and slapped Neto’s hand away.

Neto reluctantly let go and opened the door to let Toli in.

Toli was wearing a cute red jumper today.

He came in carrying a cloth bag and held out his hand to Lucila: “Third sister-in-law, you forgot to take the money you earned yesterday.