Farming Little Hot Wife: dumb husband spoils nonstop

"I'll change my guard tomorrow. I should have two free hours. I'll come to see you then." Ji Lyric ink hook lip angle, quietly pull up the hand of Du grass.

Du grass does not knead, directly ten fingers.

"Ji Shumo, you are seventeen years old. A man as big as you in Beijing has got an engagement. It's estimated that you will soon get married, too?"

Du grass suddenly appeared such a sentence, scared Ji Lyric ink hands are shaking.

"Cough, grass, are you testing me? I'll tell you that in my life, as long as you are the only one, I don't want you. " Ji's desire for survival makes him react quickly.

Du Cao looked at Ji Lyric Mo, who was like a big enemy, and only thought it was funny.

"Don't be so nervous. I'm just talking to you casually. Although Qiao Shiyun is a bit tricky, his family is a perfect match for you. I think the emperor will marry you soon."

Du Cao said the truth without any emotion, but Ji Shumo felt a little creepy.

"Well, cough, grass, don't worry, even if the emperor put the knife on my neck, I won't agree." Ji Shumo looks like a strong man broke his wrist.

That's not the point, OK?

"I'm going to die."

Du Cao gave Ji Lyric Mo a direct look: "although you are now in power, the military has been completely in your hands, but the speech of the official's mouth, is not joking, you must not be careless, but you can rest assured that you are mine, I will not give you to others, tomorrow, I will help you solve the big trouble."

"Tomorrow? Xiaocao, it's not so easy for the government to protect the country. Don't force yourself to come here. " Ji Shumo looks at Du Cao with some worry.

Du Cao sneered and said with disdain, "what can the government do? I tell you, I'll see that they're not happy. Burning my warehouse and cutting off my financial resources are killing me at all! "

Ji Shumo probably heard about it, and frowned at Du Cao: "why don't I leave my third brother for you? You've offended the protectorate. They won't let you go. "

Du Cao shook his head: "don't worry, I will be OK, I have this."

Said, Du Cao took out a thousand machine just made for her firearm, than before to Ji Lyric ink that is smaller, more suitable for Du Cao such a little girl.

Seeing the firegun, Ji Shumo was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Du Cao curiously: "this thing is powerful, easy to operate, it's really a superior weapon, but, Xiaocao, where did you get such a wonderful thing?"

Du Cao happily played with the firearm in his hand and said with a smile: "of course, I thought it out myself. I drew this picture myself and then supervised the production. How about that? Isn't that bad? "

More than good?

If this thing is really used in the army on a large scale and in the campaign, I don't know how much trouble it will cause.

Ji Shumo hesitated again and again, and then he began: "grass, this thing is too shocking. Can you promise me not to use it at will, let alone give it to other people? Especially not to people in other countries. "

Of course, ducao knows what Ji Lyric means.

He gently laughed, and then looked at Ji Shumo seriously: "Xiaomo, you said that if our soldiers have such things, then, if we really fight, can we lose a lot of casualties?"

"Grass, what do you mean?" Ji Shumo looked at Du Cao unexpectedly: "you want to use these things to equip my Ji Jiajun?"

More than that?

There are plenty of good things.

Du Cao gave a mysterious smile: "it depends on what price major general Ji is willing to pay."

Ji xumo came forward and pecked at Du Cao's lips. Then he hugged Du Cao's waist. His eyes were charming and his voice was seducing: "I don't know. How about making a promise with one's body?"

How to be a beautiful man?

This despicable fellow, Du Cao blushes with shame.

Three years, let this young man out of the more straight, not only the face, so close, even the figure, let people linger.

Sometimes, Du Cao is often a bit obscene, quietly depicting Ji's body in his mind.

If it wasn't for her delicate and young body, she really wanted to bring him to justice.

Since the delicious food has been sent to the door, the duckweed will not be polite.Directly a jump, the whole person is climbing on Ji's body, Ji's subconscious hand dragged Du Cao's two thighs, Du Cao bowed his head, heavily kiss Ji's mouth.

Since it's a personal commitment, it's going to cost you enough.

"Cough, it's late that day. Go back quickly. I'll go back too. I have something to do tomorrow." Du Cao's face was red, his head was down, and his voice was too low to be heard.

Looking at the way that Du Cao can't avoid it, Ji Lyric Mo can't laugh or cry. Who is the first person to play a hooligan?

Seeing that duckweed is so shy and flushed, as if it were a more delicious peach, Ji Shumo really took a breath of air-conditioning. He had to go back. If he didn't go back, something would really happen.

Changed a posture, tried hard to cover up his discomfort, laughed: "I send you back?"

Du Cao looked at Ji's expression and almost laughed.

But still nodded, this time, Du grass can not move, can only be clever by Ji Lyric ink holding a small hand, back to the ink grass Xuan.

"Good night, little mo." Du Cao can't help but want to laugh, but he thinks it's really unkind to laugh now. He can only lower his head and resist.

This girl is really

Ji Lyric ink some helpless, spoiled the knead Du grass's head: "don't you think, go to bed."

"Well, you go to bed early, too. I'll go up first." Du Cao waved and turned to walk into Mo Cao Xuan.

Ji Shumo stood in the same place, looking at the light of Du Cao's room. Then he turned around and left with his negative hand.

Looking at Ji Lyric Mo so left, the temperature on Du Cao's face finally dropped a few points.

You can't play like this in the future. What can you do if you have a fire? The duckweed warned himself in his heart.

Looking at the belt on the table, Du Cao gave an evil smile and played with it in his hand: "hey hey, Qiao Shiyun, Qiao Shiyun, don't blame me. Who let you rob my man and cut off my fortune? You're the first one. You can't blame me."

Looking around, duckweed took out a small carved box and carefully put the belt in.

Post station.

Feng Li looked at Yueqing with tears and laughter: "what do you say? You say it again