sweet!The strange beauty spoiled the sick and weak son

Chapter 37 You don't like being on it?

Meng Huaixuan murmured, thinking about it, the brush he just used was made of white marble, and it was indeed heavy.

After all, he hit it by himself, and Xiao Qi said it so pitifully, Meng Huaixuan could only nod his head.

Jun Qiqi originally sat face to face with Meng Huaixuan, but when he saw Meng Huaixuan nodded, he immediately moved the stool and ran to Meng Huaixuan's side.

Her mouth was grinning all the way to her ears, and she said with a smile, "Meng Lang is so kind!"

Jun Qiqi held Meng Huaixuan's wrist, leading him to rub it for herself, but it was not toward the forehead, but below the forehead.

Meng Huaixuan was suddenly held by her wrist and led away by her. He didn't react at all for a moment. His hand was already bent. He was led there by Jun Qiqi, and then he pressed it. The curve of the place fit his hand so perfectly.

He grabbed it with one hand, and through the smooth material of the clothes, the soft and boneless touch, the suspicious curvature...

Meng Huaixuan's brain exploded with a "bang", and the blood suddenly rushed to his head. His face was red and bleeding, and he withdrew his hand suddenly, so excited that he couldn't even speak clearly, " You, how can you be so ignorant and shameless!"

"Ah? What's the matter?" Jun Qiqi was also frightened by Meng Huaixuan, aggrieved, "You said you wanted to rub it."

Meng Huaixuan hated iron but steel, "I'm talking about the forehead! How, how could you let me rub that kind of place for you? It's a private place for women, how can you let others touch it?"

Private?Jun Qiqi didn't expect Meng Huaixuan to be so old-fashioned? "It's normal. I was injured before, and my master and brother would rub it for me."

"What did you say?" Meng Huaixuan's face suddenly turned from blood red to pale, his expression was unspeakably complicated, and he almost didn't mention it in one breath, "Xiaoqi, has no one taught you this? Men and women are different. In some places, Even father and brother can't touch it!"

Jun Qiqi pursed her lips, "We Jianghu people don't have so many rules."

"I have!" Meng Huaixuan was so angry that his head was dizzy, but even though he was about to lose his mind, he still remembered Jun Qiqi just said that it hurts, "You, why does it hurt in your place? You said that when you were a child, your brother helped you——ah." Meng Huaixuan restrained himself and let out a long sigh, "It's an old disease? Have you ever been treated?"

When did Jun Qiqi see such a big reaction from Meng Huaixuan? She really couldn't figure it out, so she had to explain everything, "People who practice martial arts often get hurt. I have old wounds in my body. , when you pushed me, I bumped again, and now the knee is still green, I just want you to rub it for me, who knows that you don't mind, I also massage your legs every day, I didn't even see you minding."

"You..." Meng Huaixuan was speechless for a while, "You mean the knee?"

Jun Qiqi nodded, "Yes."

"Then..." Meng Huaixuan was a little hard to say, "Then why are you so soft?"

The knee should have bones, but what he held in his palm just now was obviously soft.

"It hurts me, so I tied cotton on it—wait a minute, it's kind of weird." Jun Qiqi finally came to her senses, she suddenly realized, and immediately laughed non-stop.

"No way, Meng Lang." Jun Qiqi smiled and moved to Meng Huaixuan's side, staring at his cheeks that turned red again at some point, giggling, "You don't think I just introduced You touched mine—”

Meng Huaixuan turned his head in embarrassment, "Shut up. Don't laugh."

"No way, no way, Meng Lang, how could you think that way." Jun Qiqi held back her laughter, her stomach hurting, "Of course only my husband can touch such an important place as my daughter's house. "

Meng Huaixuan was really ashamed and angry, "Don't say any more, or go out."

"Oh." Seeing that Meng Huaixuan's face was getting redder and redder, Jun Qiqi grinned silently, deliberately moved the stool closer to Meng Huaixuan, she stood up suddenly, put it close to Meng Huaixuan's ear, and said quickly, "Meng Lang is Xiao Qi's husband, and sooner or later he will be rubbed by Meng Lang."

Jun Qiqi quickly finished speaking and sat down quickly, picked up the pen and rustled and wrote furiously, without giving Meng Huaixuan a chance to speak.

Jun Qiqi's words just now echoed in Meng Huaixuan's ears, as if someone suddenly set a fire in his heart, and the fire was raging all of a sudden, burning his heart loudly.

He couldn't calm down to write at all, and the culprit was humming a little tune.

She added fuel to the fire, and she wanted to pretend nothing had happened.

"Little Seven—"

"Hey, Meng Lang, you made a typo." Jun Qiqi interrupted Meng Huaixuan before he could finish speaking.

Meng Huaixuan tilted his head, "Huh?"

Jun Qiqi deliberately raised her voice, "I said, Meng Lang, you made a typo."

Meng Huaixuan has been practicing writing hard since he lost his sight, and now he can write like an ordinary person. If it is possible to write crosses, but he has never written wrong characters. Could it be that his mind was too disturbed just now?
"Which word?"

"Hmm - 20 years of Chongde..." Jun Qiqi stood up while reading, came to Meng Huaixuan's side, bent down on the table, the tip of her hair just fell on Meng Huaixuan's left hand, and her fingertips ran through the hair. At the end, the soft and delicate touch made Meng Huaixuan's heart beat again, and he withdrew his left hand with lingering fear.

Little did he know that with this move, Jun Qiqi happened to move a little closer to his side, and the distance between the two of them became even closer, and they seemed even more intimate.To outsiders, it looks like Meng Huaixuan is holding Jun Qiqi with his left arm.

Meng Huaixuan also sensed something was wrong, but if he put his hand back at this time, he would really be holding Jun Qiqihuan in his arms, and he was in a dilemma for a while.

"Hey, Meng Lang, the old man's heart is easy to change, but the old man's heart is easy to change. The Lishan language is half past midnight, and the tears rain and Linling will never complain. How do you write these two characters?"

Meng Huaixuan was stunned for a moment, "Why do you ask this suddenly? It doesn't seem to be in the account book."

Jun Qiqi tapped her chin with the tip of her pen, "Suddenly thought that there was a salt tax case in the Tang Dynasty, so I thought of this poem."

Meng Huaixuan's attention was successfully diverted: "It should be Yu Linlin."

"What Yulinling?" Jun Qiqi deliberately pretended to be stupid, "Meng Lang, why don't you teach me how to write?"

She didn't speak Shu dialect this time, but she hummed softly like a kitten, with an inexplicably coquettish voice.

Meng Huaixuan didn't suspect him, and thought she was suddenly eager to learn, "I'll write it for you."

"Okay." Jun Qiqi suppressed a smile, and before Meng Huaixuan could write, she covered her hand.

Meng Huaixuan's hands froze in place, "What are you doing?"

Jun Qiqi was confident, "Don't you teach me how to write? How can I teach you without holding your hand. Huh? You don't like me on top? Why don't I be on the bottom and you on top?"

Meng Huaixuan shook his hand, and a huge ink dot fell on the paper, which faded silently bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)