The peasant husband is a squeamish bag

Chapter 132 Lorgar's Gift

"Go out if you have nothing to do." Yun Cheng started to chase people away, but Luo Jia took out a piece of jewelry from his sleeve.

It was a hairpin, still made of wood, but this time the wood was more precious.

It is a high-quality red sandalwood, polished and smooth without any burrs. It looks unusually simple and has a hint of mystery.

Still in the shape of a spirit cloud, it looks particularly atmospheric and agile, which is very suitable for cloud riding.

Luo Jia carefully removed the previous wooden hairpin from Yun Cheng's head, and then replaced it with a new one. The wood of the previous wooden hairpin was obviously not very good, and it had discolored after wearing it for a long time.

Luo Jia looked at Yun Cheng with a cute smile. He moved the wheelchair and took the bronze mirror to show Yun Cheng: "Yun Cheng, do you like it?"

Yun Cheng glanced up and nodded.

Yun Cheng never paid much attention to these extraneous things.

"The craftsmanship is not bad."

When Luo Jia was happy with this sentence, he felt that everything he did was worthwhile.

"Yun Cheng, I'm going out then."

At this time, the little black face pulled the switch in time: 【Master, please give the little white face a hug to make him feel grateful. 】

[The task is completed, 50 points, no penalty for failure to complete. 】

"Wait a minute." Yun Cheng was used to the little black face's occasional tasks.

Luo Jia turned around, just about to ask what happened.

He crashed directly into an embrace full of grass and wood fragrance.

Luo Jia's eyes widened instantly, and those eyes were full of disbelief.

Yun Cheng stroked two handfuls of hair on Luo Jia's head, it was very soft: "Thank you."

Yuncheng's voice is not loud, but it is very serious. Yuncheng is really dedicated to completing the task.

Luo Jia lowered his head in an instant, blushing: "I...I..."

"I should, you're welcome."

He stuttered when he spoke, Luo Jia's nostrils were full of Yun Cheng's good smell, which really made him feel a little overwhelmed.

Somewhat unmanageable.

Because Luo Jia was sitting in a wheelchair, Yun Cheng stood and hugged him, and the two were about the same height.

He was hit directly.

However, Yun Cheng tilted his head and looked at Luo Jiatong's red neck and ears: "You are red again."

Luo Jia was embarrassed by what Yun Cheng said, but he was reluctant to push Yun Cheng away: "I..."

"I……"

"I'm just a little hot."

Yun Cheng nodded knowingly, looked at the thin sweat on Luo Jia's head, and believed this time: "Oh, are you ready?"

Luo Jia thought that Yun Cheng was talking about whether he had recovered from the heat, so Luo Jia nodded quickly: "Okay, okay."

Yun Cheng let go and backed away: "Then you go out." His face was still cold and indifferent, as if this hug was like performing some mission.

No other emotion leaked out.

Luo Jia was a little confused, but still responded obediently: "Okay."

[The task is completed, 50 points have been credited. 】

But when he walked to the door in a daze, Luo Jia turned his head and said a word to Yun Cheng very seriously: "Yun Cheng!"

"Ok?"

"In the future, we will have a home."

"My home and yours."

"Ah."

Seeing Luo Jia's instant smile, Yun Cheng couldn't help squinting his eyes. This little fair face seems to be getting better and better recently.

She smiled very beautifully, every time at this time, Yun Cheng felt that there seemed to be light in Luo Jia's eyes.

For some reason, Yun Cheng seemed to feel that the light seemed to shine into his heart.

All of a sudden, Yun Cheng seemed to remember that when she was practicing medicine, there seemed to be someone's smile that was so dazzling.

But you have to think carefully about who it is, but you can't remember it.

　There are only 2 updates today, because the editor is big, I will be notified temporarily this afternoon, and it will be on the shelves tomorrow.

　　Because this time the PK knelt down.

　　This book has been written so far, and the author has really put his heart into it.

　　I really don't want to say more about the other nonsense, because the author is a little sad and can't help himself.

　　Ten thousand will explode tomorrow.

　　I can only say that if one reader reads, I won't be unfinished. Thank you for your support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)