Farming Little Hot Wife: dumb husband spoils nonstop

After a cold wind, Du Cao finally found his reason and slapped Ji Shumo's hand. What kind of routine do you play with yourself? Do you really think you're a bully President? How dare you touch her chin!

Don't beat me!

"Son of a bitch, I'll kill you." Du Cao doesn't care whether Ji Lyric Mo is in a good mood. He can't bear it. He can't bear it.

Ji Shumo grasped the small fist that Du Cao was waving, untied his robe and put it on Du Cao's body. He said softly, "it's time to go back. Your leg hurts. I'll carry you back."

When Du Cao reacted, he was already lying on Ji Shumo's back. His clothes were still carrying his body temperature. The temperature of his back made people feel more at ease.

Peace of mind?

Du Cao felt a little unbelievable. He felt at ease in a 13-year-old boy?

What's wrong with her? Must be confused by beauty?

"Ji Shumo, if you are a woman, you will bring disaster to the country and the people." Du Cao lay on Ji's back and said a word from the bottom of his heart.

Ji didn't answer. He just held the hand of Du Cao tightly and slowed down.

The hillside is not far away from home, but Ji hopes to slow down a little bit. It's like walking like this for a lifetime.

Unfortunately, the road has an end, two people or soon arrived at home, Ji Lyric Mo carefully put the duckweed on the bed, reach out to grab duckweed pants.

Du Cao finally responded, quickly pulled back his leg and watched Ji Lyric Mo on guard: "what do you do?"

"Don't you have a pain in your leg?" Ji Shumo looks at the appearance of Du Cao's guard, and the corners of his mouth draw hard. Who is crying out just now?

Du Cao white Ji Lyric ink one eye, shaking head, solemnly said: "you this child, how to return a responsibility?"? I'm already 13 years old. Don't you know that men and women are not compatible? How can you tear a girl's trousers at will? "

"You are all the people who have touched my lifeblood. How can you say I am free?" Ji Shumo's dark eyes are staring at Du Cao.

"That! That was an accident. " Du Cao was worried. He stood up, crossed his waist and looked at Ji Shumo fiercely: "smelly boy, I tell you, if you dare to tell me this, I'll cut you."

Ji Shumo looked at the little girl in front of him. He just thought it was very funny. He coughed and said faintly: "I don't count. It depends on whether my baby has been damaged by you. If it affects me to marry my daughter-in-law, you will compensate me for one."

What kind of mess is this?

Du Cao is a little speechless. Why on earth do you want to discuss such things with a smelly boy in the middle of the night?

Regardless of the pain in his legs, he directly dragged his shoes and even pushed the people out: "roll, roll, roll for me now, Ji Shumo, stay away from me, or I'll tell everyone about your crying today."

With that, he closed the door heavily, leaning against the door, panting.

The heart of the place, constantly beating, Du grass also don't know, this is how, this kind of feeling, really has a kind of deja vu terrible.

Outside the door, Ji's nose is almost clamped down by the door. He lowers his head and touches his nose. Ji feels that he has a sweet feeling in his heart.

Originally today is my mother's birthday, Ji Lyric Mo is very sad, but by this little girl such a mischief, he is suddenly enlightened, forget the sadness.

Is there any magic in this little girl? Happy magic?

Du Cao is lying on the bed, tossing and turning, how can't sleep, his head is full of Ji Lyric Mo's tears, but soon switched to big wolf dog mode.

This man is a natural disaster.

That face is enough to confuse the world, but it will be coquettish and cool. I really don't know how many little girls will be harmed when I grow up.

Tut Tut, I dare not think about it.

The more she wanted to sleep, the more she couldn't sleep. Ducao became irritable. She swore that it would be no good and no gossip in the future.

Ji returns to his room, takes out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and looks at the crooked "grass" embroidered on it.

The girl is the only one who is such a bad girl.

It's strange to say that a little girl from the countryside is not good at knitting. On the contrary, she is gifted in accounting business. It's really strange."Dangdang."

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Ji Shumo quickly put the handkerchief close to the body away: "who?"

"Xiao Mo, it's me." Outside the door came the sound of cypress trees.

Ji Shumo opened the door, looked at the cypress face worried, gently smile: "don't worry, I'm ok."

"Today is your mother's birthday. I'm afraid you're sad, so I came to see you." Cypress's hand, carrying a small jar of osmanthus wine.

Ji Shumo shook his head and said in a low voice, "brother cypress, thank you for coming to see me, but I'm ok."

Cypress knows that although Ji Shumo is young, he is very stubborn. No matter what happens, he is willing to hold in his heart. He doesn't say much. He directly takes out two cups: "we two brothers, have a drink and have a chat."

Ji Lyric Mo is now also confused, so did not refuse, nodded, two people, a pot of sake, so you come and I go to drink.

Although this sweet scented osmanthus wine is not a top-grade wine, they are still young after all, so after a few cups of wine, their faces are red.

Ji put down his wine glass and looked at the red faced cypress under the candlelight. He couldn't understand why the cypress was better than himself?

Why does that girl stare at him?

"Cypress, you say, that girl how so rare you?" Ji Shumo pulled the corners of his mouth and asked.

Cypress is older and has a better capacity of drinking. Although he is blushing, he is still conscious. Seeing that Ji Shumo has drunk too much, he hooked the corner of his mouth and smiles gently: "Xiaomo, you care so much about the attitude of grass to me. Do you like other people's grass?"

"Well, I like her."

As soon as Ji's voice fell, he heard a sound of "Putong". The cypress looked up. Ji's head was planted on the table and he was asleep.

Cypress gently smile, put down the wine cup, came forward to carry people on the shoulder, action gently put him on the bed, carefully covered the quilt, originally wanted to turn out, but did not expect, he suddenly reached out and grasped cypress's hand: "don't go."

Cypress Leng for a moment, sighed, took Ji's hand, stuffed into the quilt, and then sat on a chair, one hand leaning on his head, watching Ji sleep.

Because I don't know if Ji Lyric ink is drinking for the first time, cypress dare not leave easily, for fear that Ji Lyric ink has a mistake.

I sat here all night.