The daily life of the science master's book-wearing group

Chapter 48 Cubs, Mommy Loves You!
Song Qingyue propped her chin and looked at the two of them carefully.

One looked thinner and more frail, the corners of his eyes drooped slightly, and there seemed to be an indescribable gloomy look between his brows.

The other has thick eyebrows and big eyes, with the corners of the eyes turned up, with a heroic look on his face.

This tendon, these pectoral muscles, this waist, these long legs, tsk tsk tsk, Song Qingyue swallowed a mouthful of saliva looking at the young man's face, and quickly turned away.

It's a crime, it's a crime, the hero in the original book is only 19 years old, a freshman in elementary school!Is it possible that she, an old leftover woman who graduated with a Ph.D., can't escape the law of true fragrance?

Did you say that she only likes mature men like her father Song Jianming who are wise and have a beard?
Could it be that she stayed in this child's body for so long that her soul was taken astray?
Song Qingyue couldn't hold back, and looked back at the muscular young man with abdominal muscles again. He was young, but he had many scars of various sizes on his body.

She felt her heart beating wildly, and saw a slight scratch on his cheek, and blood stains on his lips. Song Qingyue covered her heart with this damn battle-damaged makeup—it was totally her fault. ,pill!

If this is placed in any idol group, it will be a proper C position, and there will be no role in it!
Mom, if this girl performs on stage, she must put on a headscarf, hold up a lamp, and shout from the audience: "Cub, mommy loves you!"

Involuntarily stretched out his hand to help him wipe off the blood on his lips. Unexpectedly, the little wolf dog opened his eyes and grabbed Song Qingyue's wrist fiercely. meaning.

Song Qingyue was so frightened that the hairs all over her body stood on end, her pupils dilated, and the blood all over her body seemed to freeze in an instant.

The four eyes met, and the other party was also stunned for a moment.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the person in front of him, as if he couldn't believe it. He stared blankly for a long time before the two returned to their senses.

When Song Qingyue pulled her wrist out of his palm, there was already a circle of red marks.

The other party seemed to realize that he had hurt the girl in front of him, blinking his moist eyes, and whispered: "Sorry, does it hurt?"

Song Qingyue shook her head instinctively, paused, nodded again, and said in a low voice: "It seems that all the people who chased you are dead."

"Ah."

The little handsome guy's voice was deep and magnetic, and he stared intently at the girl in front of him, making Song Qingyue a little uncomfortable.

She stood up, took two steps, then walked back, as if in a circle, and asked, "Can you still move your arm?"

"I got an arrow in my right shoulder and I can't move at all now," he replied.

Song Qingyue looked at his right arm which was suspended by gauze bandages, and said, "I cooked fish soup noodles. The noodles should have been boiled, and they can be broken easily. You can eat them with a spoon."

After that, she hurried out, revealing the gem-encrusted dagger hanging from her waist.

The handsome boy's gaze followed the dagger, softened in an instant, he lowered his head, and raised the corners of his lips, he should have thought of it when he saw Feng Qi, she was also nearby, his little glutinous rice dumpling, now It has grown into a graceful figure.

I used to look at the portraits from Lingnan, but real people are a hundred times more beautiful than the portraits.

After a while, Song Qingyue brought in two bowls of boiled noodles from the outside, which could be easily smashed with a spoon.She put the noodles on the table, turned around and asked, "Can you get out of bed? I heard from my great-grandfather that you have no injuries on your legs."

"Come and help me, the knife is a bit deep in the abdomen." He spoke with some difficulty, as if it was in pain. "

Song Qingyue walked over to help him, and when she touched that firm and smooth muscle for a moment, she felt that her hair was about to stand on end.The smell of sweat from the man penetrated into her nostrils. The strange thing is that she didn't find it very annoying, but rather smelled good?

Song Qingyue really wanted to cover her face, she felt that she was simply a pervert.

No, no, maybe this is the setting of the male protagonist, a good-looking person, even the sweat that drips is fragrant.

Feng Jiu thoughtfully prepared two sets of clean coarse cloth bunts to put on the bedside.This young gentleman seemed to be used to being served by others, with one arm open, waiting for Song Qingyue to help him get dressed.Song Qingyue pursed her lips, walked up, stepped on her feet and spread the clothes over his shoulders.

Standing behind him, I realized that he is so tall!

Then she walked around to his side, helped him put the uninjured arm into the sleeve, and finally tied up the belt. She looked up at his side face and said, "It's wrong for you two to wear it for a few days here. This kind of coarse cloth clothes. If there is another chaser, you won’t be recognized all at once. Also, tomorrow I will take you to the place where I live, and I will tell my servants that you are hunters nearby. , was accidentally injured in the mountains, and stayed on Zhuangzi."

The young master seemed to be interested, and asked, "Here? Is your Zhuangzi here?"

Song Qingyue said: "It's not my Zhuangzi, it's my Zhuangzi. The nearby [-] mu of wasteland is mine."

"You can't grow anything here." The young master laughed.

"Each piece of land has its own usage. If you don't grow crops, you can use it to raise livestock. The cows, sheep, and pigs I raise are fattened, and there are hundreds of chickens. When you recover from your injuries, I can take them with you." Go and have a look." Song Qingyue smiled with crooked brows and eyes, as if she was a little proud.

The young man looked at the girl's face, his eyes became more gentle, and Song Qingyue was a little embarrassed. She lowered her head and ate the fish soup noodles, and said, "Hurry up and eat it while it's hot, sprinkled with white pepper and sesame oil, it's delicious."

"Okay, I'll try it too."

He looked good at eating, but he was unexpectedly very quick. The young man held an empty bowl that was so empty that there was not even a green onion left, and asked a little embarrassedly: "Is there any more? Ben... I eat a little bit."

Song Qingyue seemed very understanding, she nodded and said: "No problem, I heard that people who practice martial arts eat a lot." Then she turned her head and shouted: "Sister Feng Qi, bring me another bowl of noodles!" Ask the young man: "Is one bowl enough?"

The handsome guy nodded and said, "That's enough, thank you."

"If it's not enough, I'll give you some more." Song Qingyue waved her hands indifferently, then lowered her head and ate her own noodles slowly.

The little handsome guy stared at her for a while, and then asked: "Don't you ask who we are?"

"The two sons have been chased and killed, so it's better for the little girl not to ask."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"I have already encountered it, and it is useless to be afraid."

The little handsome guy seemed very satisfied with the girl's answer, nodded his head and smiled lowly.

When he was full, Song Qingyue got up, Feng Qi and Feng Jiu got something like a stretcher, put a coarse cloth bunt on the unconscious man, put it on the stretcher, and carried it back to the cottage.

(End of this chapter)