Farming Little Hot Wife: dumb husband spoils nonstop

"Cypress, don't mind my old lady. Go to save Xiaocao. Xiaocao can't do anything." Du Zhang's face was full of tears, and he cried out: "it's all my fault. I hurt the grass."

"Grandma

The crisp sound of the weed came in from the outside.

"Grass?" Du Zhang's unbelievable looking at the door of the grass, tears fell down: "grass, you come back? Grandma's grass, you scared grandma to death. "

Du Cao strode over, got into Du Zhang's arms, tightly hugged Du Zhang's waist, voice choked: "grandma, you don't cry, I'm ok, I'm not safe back? Don't worry. I'm fine. I'm really fine. "

"Grass, did they hit you? Have you been wronged? " Du Zhang hurried to check the body of Du Cao, for fear that there might be something wrong with Du Cao.

Cypress stood up and looked at Ji Lyric ink's black and blue face. He was also startled: "little ink, what's the matter with you?"

"It's nothing serious. It's just some skin injuries." Ji Shumo said lightly, then looked at Du Cao and said in a low voice: "grandma is still injured. I'll go to find doctor Fei."

"I'll go!" The cypress took the lead and went out.

"Grandma, are you hurt? Where? Show me. " Du Cao was in a hurry. He quickly opened Du Zhang's quilt and looked at Du Zhang's bloody legs. Du Cao's tears fell down: "these two bastards! I'm not finished with them

With that, duckweed stood up and turned to go out.

"Grass, don't be impulsive. I'll be fine." Du Zhang reached for the sleeve of Du Cao, but he didn't catch Du Cao. He didn't even catch a corner of his clothes.

"Xiaomo, go and bring back Xiaocao. Don't let her suffer!" Du Zhang's urgent, pushed Ji Lyric ink.

Ji Shumo nodded his head and turned to chase him out.

"What are you going to do, grass?" Ji Shumo looked at Du Cao holding a one meter long wooden stick. In a fierce manner, he hurried forward and stopped her way: "would you calm down?"

"I'm calm? How can you calm me down? I can't get by without giving them a lesson

Grandma is the person that duckweed cares about most. The person that she cares about most is tortured like this. Duckweed can't just give up.

Damn calm down. She doesn't want to calm down now. She just wants to hit people.

"Duckweed! Calm down. Grandma is so badly injured that you just go. Isn't that worrying for grandma? " Ji Shumo holds Du Cao tightly and refuses to let her go out.

"Ji Shumo, let me go!" Du Cao is in a hurry and pushes Ji Lyric Mo hard.

"What's the matter with you, grass?" Doctor Fei came over with a small medicine box in a hurry. It was strange to see two people entangled in the yard.

"Master!" When ducao saw doctor Fei, he quickly put down his stick and said, "come and see my grandmother."

"Well, don't worry." Doctor Fei quickened his pace and went in.

Rao Shi Fei had seen many patients, but he was still surprised by Du Zhang's wound: "how did you do this?"

"Master, it's all my fault. I didn't take good care of my grandmother. Please deal with her quickly. If she is infected, she will be in great trouble." Du Cao reproached herself and felt very uncomfortable.

Doctor Fei knew that there must be something else in the matter, so he sighed helplessly, opened the medicine box and began to help Du Zhang deal with the wound.

Fortunately, there are some skin injuries. Although they are frightening, they are not life-threatening.

Du Zhang's fear of Du grass worry, so bear the pain of the heart, hands to squeeze the bed sheet under the body, blue veins burst up.

Du Cao looks at Du Zhang's this appearance, is more sad, tears brush down, dare not see, grabbed a bottle of trauma medicine, pull Ji Lyric ink together to go out.

Ji Shumo follows Du Cao and enters Du Cao's room together.

"Sit still." Du Cao asked Ji to sit down, then took the kerchief, dipped in water, and cleaned the wound on Ji's face.

"Hiss." Ji Shumo snorted, trying to avoid.

"Don't move!" Du Cao took the trauma medicine and daubed it on Ji Shumo's wound. The action was not gentle, even some crude benzene.

"It hurts." Ji Lyric ink subconsciously want to dodge.

Du Cao Bai Ji Lyric ink one eye, put light action, not angry said: "know the pain, later before doing things, think more, must not be impulsive, otherwise, it will definitely hurt more.""Just now, I don't know who was going to work hard." Ji Lyric ink said such a sentence, is poked in the lung tube of Du grass.

"Smelly boy, you want to fight?" Du Cao deliberately increased the action in his hand and pressed Ji Lyric Mo's wound.

"Pain, pain, pain!" Ji expresses Mo to eat painful, whine voice.

The duckweed just gave up, put light action, said softly: "last night, thank you, although you are silly, but I know, you are worried about me."

"Ji Shumo, actually you are not bad. I will treat you better in the future."

"By the way, in the future, you will be my younger brother, and I will cover you, OK?"

Du grass on the side of medicine, while broken read.

But I can't hear Ji's reply.

Frowning at Ji's eyes: "can't you hear me when I talk to you? What about the ears? What's wrong? " While saying that, Du Cao also pulled Ji Lyric's ear.

"I'm older than you. I'll call you brother." Ji Shumo looks at Du Cao seriously and corrects it patiently.

Here we go again.

Du Cao doesn't understand. Why does this season's lyric ink care so much about age?

"You don't care about the details, OK? Anyway, from now on, we are good brothers. I will treat you better in the future. If you meet any danger, I will be duty bound! " Du Cao patted Ji Lyric ink on the shoulder, a pair of good looks.

What kind of brother?

Ji Shumo frowned. What do you do, brother?

He doesn't want a good brother.

"Boring." Ji Shumo was a little annoyed. He stood up, dropped the two words, turned and left.

what?

Du Cao looks at Ji Lyric Mo's natural and unrestrained back, incredulously widens his eyes. Is he despised by a little boy?

Ji Shumo, you little bastard, my sister is serious with you!

Last night Ji's words were clearly remembered by Du Cao. Therefore, Du Cao must let this smelly boy know his mind before Ji gets deeper and deeper.

Is it because I don't speak clearly? So this stinky kid didn't get it?

Du grass slightly frowned, some distress, but still thinking about his grandmother, quickly turned out.

"Grandma, how are you feeling?" Du Cao looked at Du Zhang's bound legs, red eyes.

Du Zhang's face is sweat, see Du grass, or smile: "don't worry, grandma is OK."