Farming Little Hot Wife: dumb husband spoils nonstop

Is Yang Guangjin afraid that others will not know that he is rich? Even the guest's wing room should be so beautiful. Alas, it's really rich and thick.

Then the little arm slightly forced, Du Cao sat up, rubbed some sore waist and back, just about to get out of bed, but heard a sound from the door again, quickly lay down again, damn, how come back?

"Remember to close the door. Don't make any noise." Ji Lyric Mo took the lead in walking into the house. After the two servants left, he got the chance to come in and have a look at the heartless little girl.

I don't know if she was abducted. If cypress hadn't seen her, she would be destroyed here today? At the thought of this, Ji Shumo's heart was filled with great anger. Then he asked the cypress in a deep voice and walked directly towards the bed.

However, after hearing the husky voice coming from her ears, the duckweed, who closed her eyes tightly and did not dare to move, was delighted. How did Ji Shumo come? How did he know that he had been abducted here? However, listening to the young man's words, it's hard to find out who was still behind him?

In the heart multitudinous doubts Du Cao, for a time unexpectedly forgot to open the eye to tell them that she is all right.

Ji Shumo's handsome face is dignified and worried. When he comes to the bedside, he looks at Du Cao lying on the bed in a coma, and his breathing is stable. Fortunately, she is OK, otherwise he doesn't know what he will do.

"How about Xiaocao, are you ok?" Then the cypress tree came up and looked at the intact tussah lying on the bed.

"It's just medicine. Hurry up and take her away. We'll talk about the rest later." Ji Shumo read the medical books in Du Cao's room these days. Naturally, he also understood a little bit. It must be that sun Guixiang bought some vulgar things from the shops in the small county.

However, as long as it is harmless to the body, the last sentence is that the young man's tone is indifferent, as if with a sword in the ice. The cypress on one side is shocked. It seems that it is the first time to see Ji Shumo, and the cypress is also surprised.

It seems that he said that revenge was not for fun. At the same time, he felt a few more surging feelings in his heart. He was just about to bend down and reach out to pick up the duckweed, but he didn't expect that the boy next to him was one step ahead of himself. He was very fast. He seemed to be fighting with him? When this idea appeared in cypress's heart, he couldn't help wondering how he could have this idea?

As soon as Ji holds his arms, he holds the petite duckweed in his arms, as if it were a treasure. His careful action makes the cypress even feel that duckweed is a rare treasure in the world. It's not too much to say that it's Ji's heart treasure.

However, being held in his arms by Ji Shumo, and smelling the unique light ambergris flavor of the young man, Du Cao is a burst of chagrin in his heart. Why don't you let brother cypress hold her!

God knows how happy she was when she heard the cypress's voice just now. This time, it's finally the turn of the hero of cypress to save beauty. But I didn't expect that she would get ahead of the others. Can he touch my fragrant body?

No matter how shy and angry Du Cao was, she couldn't speak at the moment. She had to be held in her arms by the young man. Her heart beat a little fast, but she was ignored by Du Cao.

"People in there? Sure. " However, a greasy voice from the door, suddenly let the three hearts sink.

No, it's coming!

"Yes, sir." Just put Du Cao in this room, two servants followed Yang Guangjin, nodded and said, then opened the door.

Seeing this, Yang Guangjin nodded with satisfaction and then came in. He didn't know where the dead boy had gone to play, but he was not there.

Well, he'll see for his son what this little girl is like. If it's clear, it's not too late to leave it to his son.

Thinking of this, Yang Guangjin takes a big step and can't wait to walk into the room. He looks at the sedentary grass lying on the bed with triangular eyes. His heart is rippling.

Then he hurried forward, but he thought that there were still two servants behind him. He was a little uncomfortable, so he turned around and gave a serious cough.

"You all go out. What can a ten-year-old girl do with me? No matter what sound you hear later, don't come in! Otherwise... "Yang Guangjin turned his back and said to the two servants behind him.

However, the threat of the ending is self-evident. Then the two housekeepers nodded and ran out, and closed the door of the room. They knew each other well about the lascivious Yang Guangjin, but they pitied the ten-year-old girl.

Lying on the bed with her back to Yang Guangjin, Du Cao has a bitter little face and wants to cry. She won't be forced to bow by this greasy old man today, will she? She doesn't want to be so old!As for Ji Shumo and his wife, they had already made a decision when they heard the door ring. After they put her on the bed, they were already on the beam of the house. They had to say that their bodies were quite neat.

Ji Shumo, in particular, can't see that people are so thin, just like a little white face, but they have so much energy in their bodies.

The duckweed lying with her eyes closed felt that her own facial features were particularly sensitive now. She seemed to have been able to feel that the old man was looking at her line of sight, which was endless salivation.

"What shall we do?" The cypress tree hanging on the beam of the House asked the boy next to him in silence. Seeing that he was looking down at the old man who was about to touch the body of Du Cao, he had a vague guess in his heart. I'm afraid he couldn't bear it this time.

"Dry." Ji Shumo looks at the old man who is salivating for Du Cao, and his anger spreads in his heart. He can't bear it any more! Thin lips light open spit out a word, straight legs a bend, body shape neatly jumped down the beam, stood behind Yang Guangjin.

A pair of ink eyes are deep and gloomy, brewing a violent atmosphere like a storm. Yang Guangjin had already reached out to touch the slender waist of Du Cao, but he didn't expect a cold air coming from behind him?

In my heart, I could not help but feel a chill. I turned my head to look at it, but unexpectedly I saw a handsome and indifferent man, who seemed to be an evil god. His pupils suddenly shrank, but his eyes were black, and he was directly covered by a piece of linen.

"Who is it? Who the hell are you! How dare you do this to me. " In his heart, Yang Guangjin was scared and frightened. He was angry and yelled out.

But I don't know that the young man in front of me has no threat. Even if he is the king of heaven, he can't move the weeds!

The cypress that followed also jumped down.