Farming Little Hot Wife: dumb husband spoils nonstop

Huangfuchi likes such a sensible and sober woman. Ziyi is smart and affectionate. Huangfuchi believes that she will be able to use it in the future. Even if she can't use it, she will be a chip to contain ducao.

So a few hundred taels of silver is nothing at all.

It's just a wave.

Huangfu took a late look at the straw on the bed, and with a smile, he turned and went out: "silver, I'll send someone to deliver it right away."

Purple clothes blessing body, nodded: "yes, thank you Shizi Ye."

When duckweed woke up, it was evening, and it was dark outside.

Knead the swollen temple, whispered: "sister, I have a headache."

"Well, does it hurt?" Ziyi smiles and looks at Du Cao askew.

Du Cao rubbed the position of his heart and shook his head: "no pain, it's late, I'm going home, sister, thank you, I'm very happy today."

Are you really happy?

Purple clothes gently smile, also don't expose Du grass this hard to build up strong.

Looking at Du Cao stumbling out, Ziyi's heart can not say the heartache feeling, which girl when young, did not do stupid things?

Du Cao's head is dizzy, walking is also stumbling, toward Mo Cao Xuan.

When passing by a small alley, Du Cao saw a man he didn't want to see, Mu Qingrong.

"Drinking?" Mu Qingrong smelled the smell of wine on Du Cao and took a greedy breath.

When Du Cao heard this, he only felt funny, especially when he looked at Mu Qingrong's frivolous action, and even more disdained: "look at my face, don't you know who I am? It's disgusting that you dare to covet your own sister. "

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!" Mu Qingrong stepped forward and strangled Du Cao's neck: "do you think you are really a golden branch? You are just a little girl who has been thrown out like a cheap grass! "

What Mu Qingrong said is quite right.

Du grass lightly pulled to pull corners of mouth: "that you? It's just a cheap thing crawling out of my aunt's belly. Where is it more noble than me? "

"Bitch! You want to die! " Mu Qingrong most mind is that others take their own origin to speak, so hard to Du grass a slap in the face, scold a.

Du Cao's face was burning with pain. He frowned and said coldly, "Mu Qingrong, you can think about it. I'm Huang Fuchi's sister now. Are you sure you can provoke me?"

"What do you think you are, little bitch! Do you really think Huangfu will take you to heart later? " Mu Qingrong is a hard slap in the face in the past: "I crush you, just like an ant, do you think anyone else will care about you?"

Funny.

Du Cao coldly hooked the corner of his mouth, then took out the silver needle that he carried with him, and stabbed at Mu Qingrong's acupoints: "Mu Qingrong, what do you think you are?"

Said, a hard foot.

Mu Qingrong first felt a burst of paralysis, and then felt a burst of pain.

"Ouch, ducao, you cheap girl, I'll kill you!"

Mu Qingrong covered himself and gritted his teeth.

While saying this, he pounced on the weed.

The silver needle on Du Cao's body can only be used once. Now it's really poor.

"Asshole! Mu Qingrong, you son of a bitch, get away from me, you dare to get close to me, I'll kill you! " Mu Qingrong now only felt his head was gloomy and uncomfortable, but he still forced himself to rush towards the weeds.

Du Cao ran desperately, but he was not mu Qingrong's opponent. He grabbed the back of his neck and fell to the ground.

"Mu Qingrong, you son of a bitch!"

The duckweed struggled and screamed.

Mu Qingrong sneered, then forced to pull open the clothes of Du Cao: "bitch, aren't you arrogant? I think you dare to be arrogant

With the slapping of his hands, the duckweed felt dizzy and almost fainted.

But Du Cao knew that he could not faint.

So, he bit his lips hard, blood and pain, let the grass wake up a bit.

Zilla!

The sound of clothes breaking is very clear, accompanied by the desperate roar of duckweed. In this late night, it is particularly clear and sharp, just when duckweed thinks that he is going to be defiled by this son of a bitch.Suddenly, Mu Qingrong, who was still arrogant, was lying on her like a dead dog.

"Grass, are you ok?" Familiar voice came, with a strong concern, with a trace of trembling.

Ji Shumo?

Du Cao frowned and pushed Mu Qingrong away. He sat up and looked at the boy in front of him. Tears fell down.

"Wuwuwuwu, you liar. You said you would protect me for life. Why did you come? Why are you here? Asshole, you asshole Du Cao wailed and was wronged.

Ji Shumo thought he didn't want to see this little girl again in his whole life.

But still unconsciously came to the door of the ink grass Xuan, when hearing her heart cracking voice, almost instinctively rushed over.

It's also at this time that Ji Lyric ink knows that this girl has already taken root in his heart and can't be removed.

"I'm sorry, Xiaocao. I'm really sorry. I'm not human. I'm a jerk. I shouldn't leave you. I'll never leave you again!" Ji Shumo hugged Du Cao tightly, his body was still shaking slightly, and his voice choked.

Du Cao pounded Ji's back and said: "I hate you. Aren't you gone? Don't you want me? Don't come back! What are you doing back here! Without you, I'm as good as I am. Wuwuwuwu, you bastard

Ji can feel that Du Cao's body is still shaking. He knows that she is scared.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." Ji Lyric Mo remorse unceasingly, tears a little bit of low, soaked the clothes of Du Cao.

Du Cao wiped his tears and stood up. By moonlight, he stared at Ji Shumo: "Ji Shumo! I tell you, I am the biological daughter of Mu family! You can see clearly whether you want it or not. Give me a definite word! "

Ji Shumo is used to the tricky and unruly appearance of Du Cao.

But at this moment, Du Cao's two cheeks are swollen, like pig's head, pathetic, tearful, but still staring at him fiercely.

Ji Shumo feels that at this moment, she is the most beautiful woman in the world.

Gently smile, and then, carrying the collar of the grass, hard to kiss down.

This kiss, with too much emotion, engulfed all the reluctance and grievances of Du Cao, and also engulfed all the guilt and entanglement in Ji Shumo's heart.

"Ducao, I tell you, I don't care whose daughter you are. From now on, you are mine, you can only be mine, you know?" Ji Shumo stares into Du Cao's eyes and declares his sovereignty word by word.

In the moonlight, Ji's eyes are as kind as obsidian. The deep and gentle eyes shine directly into Du Cao's heart.

Originally cold heart, by this pair of eyes, little by little melting.

Duckweed with a pig's head face, a smile: "good!"