Farming Little Hot Wife: dumb husband spoils nonstop

Quietly red eyes, but also afraid to be found by Du Cao, so Ji Lyric ink one breath drank up the bowl of juice.

Du Cao quickly scooped out a spoonful of nectar and put it into Ji's mouth. He chuckled: "how about it? Is it sweet? "

Ji Shu Mo nodded: "so sweet."

Du Cao nodded with satisfaction, then wanted to take back his hand, but did not expect that Ji Lyric Mo suddenly grabbed her arm, face slowly on Du Cao's hand.

"I thought I would never get nectar after bitter medicine in my life." Ji Lyric ink quietly shed tears, warm tears, scorching the back of Du Cao's hand.

I don't know what happened in Ji's home. Du Cao was in the same place, and didn't dare to move. What's the matter with this child?

Maybe it's the scene, maybe it's in front of Du Cao, Ji Lyric Mo has long been out of guard.

"Grass, do you know? Before, when I was sick, I would not take medicine. My mother coaxed me like this. "

When Du Cao heard this, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart. Ji Shumo had already said that his mother was no longer there.

Looking down at Ji's sad and aggrieved face, Du Cao suddenly had a maternal outburst. She reached out and gently touched Ji's head. She said in a soft voice, "it's OK. If you like it, I'll buy it for you every day, OK?"

"Really?" Ji xumo raised his head, red eyes, looking at Du Cao.

I have to say that Ji's face is really too cheap. Although it's bruised and swollen now, it's not beautiful at all. On the contrary, it's a little more pathetic, which makes people feel sad when they look at it.

In front of this face, even if it's a weed that has lived for decades, it can't refuse.

He nodded hard: "really, I mean what I say."

"Then, will you buy me nectar for a lifetime?" Ji Lyric ink inch, do not know when to let go of Du grass's hand, but is holding Du grass's waist.

Duckweed is still immersed in the harmless face of human and animal, and doesn't notice his action at all.

I pondered over the three words "a lifetime" in my heart.

"Is that ok?" Ji Lyric ink perseverance, looking at Du Cao's eyes, unprecedented serious.

Du Cao took a deep breath and nodded heavily: "yes!"

Anyway, nectar is not expensive.

Besides, this time, although the smelly boy was a little impulsive, ducao still felt his concern and was kind to her, wasn't it nectar? It's OK. Just buy it.

It's like she's hurting her son for his mother. Anyway, in terms of age, she's almost as old as his mother.

Where does Ji xumo know what Du Cao is thinking?

Only know that Du grass so promised himself, the heart was very happy.

Suddenly stand up, low head, looking at this only to his chest of the little girl, eyes gently: "that, said a lifetime, you can't cheat."

What and what?

How does Du Cao feel that they don't seem to be the same thing?

"Cough, you sit down, you have injuries, don't always stand up." Du Cao came back, coughed awkwardly twice, and sat down with Ji Shumo.

Then, he took out the boiled egg he had just cooked and said, "if you want me to tell you, you are born with a golden life. Grandma is not willing to eat this egg."

Said, took the handkerchief, wrapped the eggs peeled, close to Ji Lyric Mo's front: "this knead, good quickly, may be a little pain, bear it."

Ji Lyric ink unprecedented clever, put the face together in the past: "thank you."

Cough, cough.

Du Cao originally wanted Ji to come by himself, but he didn't expect that this smelly boy should be so invisible, and he came together?

That's all. The injury on his face is all because of himself. Let's wait on him once.

Du Cao did some psychological construction for himself. Then he took the egg and rubbed it gently on Ji Lyric Mo's face.

Two people are very close, even can feel each other's breath, so close to look at Du Cao, Ji Lyric ink only feel their heart, plop plop.

Unconsciously, he turned red.

Du grass see Season Lyric ink blush, is very concerned: "is it hurt?"

"Well." Ji Lyric Mo can not find a reason, can only default to the words of Du Cao.I'm still a child. I'm afraid of pain.

Du grass is a little softhearted. She puffs up her cheeks and blows softly: "be obedient, it will be fine in a while."

Warm wind, not light or heavy blowing on the face, directly blowing away the reason of Ji Lyric ink.

Hidden behind the hand, slowly clenched into a fist, the face is more like a ripe apple, red and hot.

Du grass is not clear, so, slightly frown: "very painful?"

"No pain." Ji expresses Mo evil spirit to smile, then hook the back of Du Cao's head, heavily kisses the lips that make mischief.

"Well

Du Cao couldn't believe that he widened his eyes, struggled hard, covered his mouth and blushed: "smelly boy, you want to die?"

"It's romantic to be a ghost under the peony." Ji Lyric ink is endless aftertaste, bad smile, fingers in the lip gently wipe, unspeakable ambiguity.

"Bah! Shame on you Du Cao scolded fiercely and threw the egg in his hand on him: "do it yourself!"

With that, he turned around and fled the scene as fast as he could.

Ji Shumo looks at the eggs falling on the ground and gently smiles. It's really funny that this little girl is embarrassed.

Along the way, ducao ran to the river not far from the door.

The cold wind blows, but Du Cao still feels his face hot.

This son of a bitch!

With a white face, I dare to do whatever I want, and I dare to touch my old aunt!

If you don't beat me up, it's definitely a beating me up.

Du Cao kicks the snow on the ground hard to vent his shame and anger.

After living for decades, she has been taken advantage of by a smelly boy one after another. It's said that she really doesn't want any face, right!

The more I think about it, the more I can't think about it. The more I feel aggrieved, the more I feel.

Looking at the hillside not far away, Du Cao thought of his brother cypress, hesitated for a moment, and then strode toward the mountain.

Du Cao wanted to wait for her to be bigger, and then tell the cypress about her friendship. But now, Du Cao feels as if something is out of her control. She doesn't want to wait any longer. She wants to tell brother cypress about her heart!

She was running all the way, and the cold wind in front of her cut her face like a knife, but the duckweed didn't seem to feel the same. She just wanted to see the person quickly, the one who let her heart miss, the one who had to be him.

Just don't know why, facing the cold wind, duckweed brain constantly flash, are another young but beautiful face.