The peasant husband is a squeamish bag

Chapter 207
"Here." Luo Jia stretched out his finger and tapped Yun Cheng's nose lightly.

The warm fingertips brushed against the tip of the nose, and Yun Cheng felt a little hot.

Luo Jia's heart was pounding.

"Ok?"

So troublesome to wipe the mud?

Luo Jia withdrew his hand and showed Yun Cheng his finger, there was indeed some dirt on it.

But Yun Cheng suddenly narrowed his eyes: "You just wiped my face with your index finger."

The hand that Luo Jia stretched out now is the middle finger.

Who are you fooling?

Luo Jia's fingers froze, was discovered?

Blushing, Luo Jia retracted his hand a little bit shyly, and said in a small voice: "This finger is used, you read it wrong."

Yun Cheng raised his chin: "Really?"

Luo Jia pretended to be dead and stopped talking.

But Yun Cheng felt that Luo Jia looked a bit like a quail at this time, so he didn't want to look too cute, so he wanted to tease him: "Putting oil?"

Luo Jia didn't speak, but his ears were so red that they were about to bleed.

"Take advantage of me?"

"Eat my tofu?"

Luo Jia could no longer pretend to be dead, so he raised his head and looked at Yun Cheng: "Then... I'll let you pinch it back."

Isn't it just touching your nose?

"Pinch it back?"

Yun Cheng approached suddenly, pinched Luo Jia's chin, raised his head, and faced his own face.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled bright and rustling light on Yun Cheng's back, causing Luo Jia to narrow his eyes slightly, feeling a little dizzy.

Yun Cheng supported Luo Jia's wheelchair with both hands, wrapping Luo Jia in his arms.

Leng Xiang, who belonged to Yun Cheng, surrounded Luo Jia densely, making his heart beat faster.

Yun Cheng's face got closer and closer.

Luo Jia trembled his eyelashes and closed his eyes.

The red lips pursed slightly.

But none of what Luo Jia expected came. He was greeted by a smiling voice, and when he opened his eyes again, Yun Cheng had already stood up straight.

Those eyes were full of teasing.

"what are you doing?"

"Think I'm going to kiss you?"

"Hahaha~" Yun Cheng laughed.

The brat is really shameless, his mind is full of yellow trash.

Luo Jia was ashamed and angry when Yun Cheng laughed: "Yun Cheng!!!"

"Ok?"

"you!!!"

"how?"

"You're fine..." Luo Jia lowered his head aggrievedly, unwilling to scold.

woo woo woo...

too difficult.

The little black face was in the space, and also wiped a handful of bitter tears for his master.

I have never seen such a depressed Fu Gang.

………………

The days passed quickly day by day, and soon it was New Year's Eve.

Couplets have to be pasted everywhere in the house. Yun Cheng said that he didn't want to deal with these troubles.

There is no difference between New Years and usual.

However, Luo Jia couldn't help begging every day, and then the little black face also came out to announce the task: [Paste the couplet, 50 points. 】

"Yuncheng, I told you to write."

The first couplet: Happy New Year with laughter
Second couplet: Gather together to welcome the New Year
Banner: Happy Family

As far as this couplet is concerned, even if Yun Cheng is killed, he is unwilling to write it.

She can think of a lot, a hundred times better than this.

What kind of bastard is this?
Not worthy of her words.

But Luo Jia refused, he must write this.

An expression that if you change it, I will cry for you.

"Everyone posted this." Luo Jia's eyes were already filled with tears.

It seemed that if Yun Cheng didn't respond, his tears would immediately fall.

Yuncheng struggled for the last time: "The first couplet: The sky increases, the years increase, and the life increases. The second couplet: The spring is full, the universe is full of blessings, and the building is full of blessings: The four seasons are Chang'an"

"Isn't this better than family fun?"

Luo Jia shook his head desperately, and tears flew out.

Life is not easy, Yun Cheng sighed.

"Write! Write! Write!"

What kind of face is this, it's the ancestor!
(End of this chapter)