Farming Little Hot Wife: dumb husband spoils nonstop

"I'll go to the cypress and come back in the evening." Ji Shumo looks at Du Cao's white face and smiles, but if you don't look carefully, you can't see it.

Indifferent said a, then sit down no longer speech, and Du grass see, then also silent down.

She didn't really want Ji to go, and she didn't think he was in trouble, but she didn't know how to face it!

It's really tangled and difficult.

Soon, the bright moon, instead of the hot sun, stands out in the vast and deep starry sky. The gentle moonlight sprinkles on all things in the world.

A young man's tall body moves quickly on the country road. Ji Shumo's beautiful face looks more like heaven and man in the moonlight. His face has no expression, and his slender legs walk quickly.

All the places where the teenagers walk are paths that are not easy to be seen. The snow on the ground has already melted.

Dong, Dong, Dong!

In the twinkling of an eye, Ji Lyric ink came to a door, stretched out a well-defined finger and knocked regularly.

"In."

After hearing a reply from the hospital, he calmly looked around and then pushed the door in.

"Xiao Mo, why are you here? Get warm." Cypress was sewing hunting animal skin with needle and thread, ready to make a garment to keep out the cold, but unexpectedly, half of it was done. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

I couldn't help but be alert. I took my hunting stick and looked at the door. I didn't let go until I recognized the regularity of the knock, but I was still very surprised.

It's so late. Why is Xiao Mo here?

"Yes." Ji didn't directly tell cypress what he came for. He just said it briefly, and then went in.

Looking at the burning stove in the room, the warmth immediately wrapped Ji Lyric Mo's body, which was much warmer than outside.

Cypress stands on one side and pours a cup of hot tea. After handing it to Ji Shumo, he waits for Ji Shumo to write down. Cypress's expression is very serious, which vaguely reveals some respect.

"I'll stay with little things for a few days and I'll let you know when I get back." Ji took the hot tea from cypress, but he didn't drink it. He just put it aside and let it steam.

When he spoke, the sword eyebrows eased a little, and the angular handsome face softened a lot. The cypress was even more shocked when he saw it. Who is the "little thing"?

But when I think of the second half of Ji's sentence, I'm afraid it's Xiaocao, isn't it?

I didn't expect that they could get along so well. There was a bit of suffocation in cypress's heart, but he didn't think much about it.

Not strong feelings are always easy to be ignored, so it is.

"The grass is naughty, didn't it make you sad?" Cypress looking at the body gradually healthy, face also with a little ruddy up of the youth, while saying, and put the foot of the stove burning forward.

He's weak. Don't come ill at night.

Ji Shumo knew that cypress was simple and kind-hearted and didn't say anything. He got up and patted his skirt.

"Gone." Ji Shumo finished, then walked out with his legs raised.

Also did not give cypress just that question an answer.

Maybe it was too fast when he came here. Ji Shumo didn't feel cold when he looked at the snow on the road.

Squeak!

The tall figure of the young man had already come to the door of the house. Standing on the second stone step, he slowly pushed the door open. A stream of heat came to his face with a little fragrance.

Although it was very light, Ji Shumo still smelled it. It was the special flavor of the little thing. His thin lips were slightly hooked, and he crossed the threshold with long legs.

Looking at sleeping in the bed by the position, very restless girl a face sweet appearance, Ji Lyric ink can't help but close a little.

There is no flaw on the girl's white cheek, and her trousers are too loose. With the action of duckweed, her bare calf skin is like a shelled egg, and her hair is like splashing ink. It's like coagulating fat, shaking all living beings.

Until this moment, Ji Lyric ink obviously feel his heart, a strong beat.

Slightly hook lips, take off the coat lying next to the sleeping girl, a good night dream.

The next day, the noon sun was a little warm, and the snow in the corner melted a lot.

After finishing the work, Du Cao, who had time to rest, poured a large glass in the room, blowing the boiling water with a small face.

"You stay in the house all day and don't go out to see the sun. How about I take you out to play?" Du grass side bored lying on the table warm hands, while looking at the young man sitting in front of the window said.Young people's skin color is not like ordinary people, generally wheat, but like the kind of pale without sunshine all the year round.

Smell speech, Ji Lyric ink turned to look at the girl sitting at the table, bright white teeth look like a fairy general, slender eyebrows pick a little bit of ridicule.

"Good." Looking at the appearance of a ghost like duckweed, Ji Lyric Mo always thinks that duckweed is not so simple. If she goes to the street, there must be something wrong.

Du Cao, who got a satisfactory answer, suddenly smiles like a flower, and it seems that there is some temperature in the cold winter.

The nearest small county has to go for an hour. Sure enough, ducao is aiming at this small county.

"Good silk, go and have a look!"

"Just out of the pot of meat buns, a Wen two, the old and the young are not deceived!"

One by one, the sound of selling came. Du Cao was standing on the street with people coming and going, looking at the prosperous scene of the south gate, and his heart was filled with surging emotion.

Ji's eyes are attracted by the fire red in a corner of the street. An old man with a white beard carries a rudder made of reed and hay on his ragged shoulder, with a lot of red hawthorn on it.

It's wrapped in crystal sugar. It looks very attractive.

"Eat." And just as ducao is determined to be a golden girl and live a carefree life, a string of sweet taste sugar gourd appears in her sight.

Eyes suddenly a bright!

"Wow, how do you know I want to eat this, thank you." Du Cao's eyes are full of little smiles. He looks at the boy who has received thanks and his ears are slightly red. His heart is warm.

Red lips light open, open mouth to eat a hawthorn, sour sweet good taste, lingering in the taste buds of Du grass.

While duckweed was enjoying himself, he felt a weight bump coming from his left shoulder.

"Er..." Du Cao, with the sugar gourd in his hand, faltered fiercely, but did not fall.

Feeling the sense of strength handed over by the boy beside him on his forearm, Du Cao stood firm.

"Who are you! How dare a weak chicken bump me? " When Du Cao was thinking about whether or not to apologize in front of him, he heard such an arrogant and hoarse voice.

Oh, the villains complain first, poor and poor?

Before the meeting, a man wearing a fog blue robe stood in front of her and Ji xumo. His body was thin, but there was an ugly scar on his face, and his anger seemed to tear up the grass.

"Who hit who?" Since the man in front of him didn't give him a way out, she didn't have to.

Then slightly raised his lips, looking at the fierce scar face in front of him, Du Cao was not afraid.

Is there no reason for jokes?

Ji Shumo looks at the man in his twenties and sneers at him. His steps are empty and his seal is black. I'm afraid he's overindulgent.

"Dead girl, you look so watery. Why don't you go home with me for an early life?" With that, scar's face was about to pounce on Du Cao