Marry A Younger Husband

Old man Yinxu and Hua live in two small Wuwa rooms at the corner gate of the outer house. Little Mo'er lies in the room and sleeps. His face is as red as a monkey's butt.

Shuilinlang came forward and gently pushed him: "little Mo'er, wake up."

Little Mo'er didn't respond and snored.

Shuilinlang had no choice but to carry him on his back and said to dingdong, "let's go!"

Ding Dong is walking beside with the blue yarn lantern. A little boy is walking in front with the blue yarn lantern. The blue yarn lantern shines on the road ahead.

Shuilinlang's mind is infinite. I just listen to little Mo'er lying on shuilinlang's back and saying in his dream, "when is the moon coming in the blue sky, I'll stop drinking and ask!"

The water is so beautiful that she is speechless. She is not honest when she sleeps. She even starts to read poems. It's a pity that she was born in a business. If she was born in a scholarly family, she would not be bothered to death by him every day?

Listen to small Mo son again say: "the month black goose flies high, single at night escape, small ye I ride horse to chase!"

Ding Dong could not help laughing: "young master does not know what strange dream."

Shuilinlang said with a smile: "he is an idiot, ignore him!"

After walking for half a distance, shuilinlang feels more and more heavy. When did this guy become so heavy? Because now he is so drunk that he doesn't know how to use his strength. The gravity of his body is all on shuilinlang's back. Although shuilinlang is a member of the Wulin, she is a girl after all. At first, she doesn't feel anything, but later, she feels a little bit hard to walk.

The boy in front said, "little aunt, why don't you let me carry it?"

Shuilinlang said with a smile: "no, I can stand it."

Suddenly, little Mo'er cried on her back: "why don't you understand my heart? Even if you give all the things in the room to sister Zhu Sha, I won't say anything, but... But why do you give her the gold hairpin I gave you?"

"I'm sorry," said shuilinlang

Ding Dong said with a smile: "young aunt, the young master didn't wake up. He can't hear you."

Finally, when he arrived at Xizhou, he took xiaomo'er into the bandit's house, put him on the bed in his room, took off his coat and shoes, smelled that there was still a breath of wine on him, and ordered dingdong to bring a basin of hot water to help him wipe his face, hands and feet.

"Lady, lady..."

Shuilinlang sat on the edge of the bed, holding his hand: "I'm here!"

"I don't like you."

"Who don't you like?" she asked

"I hate you."

"Who do you hate?"

"What should I do? What should I do with you?"

Shuilinlang sighed and told dingdong to take the water down. She took off her clothes and lay down beside him. She just held his hand tightly. She was helpless in the mountain villa. She could not lose him.

Xiao Mo'er suddenly turns over and lies down on shuilinlang. Shuilinlang instinctively wants to cover it, but he takes it back and pats his thin back gently.

"Dingdang, is your ass better?"

Water Lin Lang rolled his eyes: "I'm not Ding Dang."

"Ding Dang, let's leave the villa. I don't want to stay for a moment."

"Why did you ask Dingdang to take you away? Do you want to elope?" Shuilinlang pouts her lips. Even if she elopes, she's the one with her. How can she choose Dingdang? It's too basic, isn't it?

"How soft is the bed today?"

"You're soft on me, of course."

Little Mo'er put a hand on shuilinlang's chest: "there is also a ball, which is soft."

"Hooligans!" Shuilinlang picked up xiaomo'er and threw him to the ground.

Xiao Mo'er woke up and touched his head: "it hurts."

Water Lin Lang thought, not long ago, he just fell head, now she fell again, can not brain congestion is not scattered, and hit a concussion.

"Little Mo'er, are you ok?" Shuilinlang went over with concern and helped him up.

Little Mo'er gently broke away her hand and didn't look at her. She climbed to the bed, picked up her quilt and covered her body. Her eyes were staring at the dust on the top of the bed, as if thinking about something.

Knowing that she was sorry for him, shuilinlang climbed up to him and said with a flattering smile, "little Mo'er, can I tell you a joke?"

"No, I don't want to hear it."

"Why don't I tell you something about the world?" What this guy likes most is the anecdote of Wulin. Although she doesn't have the tongue of a storyteller, she is a person who has experienced the world personally."I'm not in the mood to listen, so don't bother."

Shuilinlang took him by the hand, learning his usual way of coquetry: "good Mo'er, good Xianggong, I know wrong, you forgive me, or you hit me, OK?" The water is so sweet that I have goose bumps. Good Mo'er is all right. Good Xianggong is also called out. I really want to die.

Small Mo son white her one eye: "you can't act coquettishly, don't act coquettishly, I want to vomit!"

"I know it's wrong. What do you want?"

"I want to throw up!"

"Little Mo'er, you have seed, i..."

"Wow Little Mo'er's mouth was open, and a mouthful of filth mixed with wine gas vomited on her body.

"You..."

Small Mo Er innocently said: "I said, I want to vomit, you don't believe it."

"You vomit, asshole!"

"Bring me a basin."

Shuilinlang quickly takes the copper casting beast head chamber pot. Little Mo'er lies on the edge of the bed and vomits. Shuilinlang taps it on his back. This guy doesn't know how to drink, but wants to be brave.

After vomiting, little Mo'er sprawled on the bed, and the water poured him a cup of hot water to gargle.

……

In the courtyard of side, Mrs. Feng was dazzled by the candle. Mrs. Ding went into her room and asked, "madam, what can I do for you so late?"

"I went to Lanyi room with the water."

Aunt Ding was surprised: "isn't little aunt?"

"It's necessary to be defensive. Besides, how many things have happened since she came into xiaomo'er's room? Yuanyangpu almost killed xiaomo'er. This time, she almost killed xiaomo'er. I don't know if she can be good. If she was sent by gamboro to kill xiaomo'er, oh, my God, I dare not think about it." After all, Mrs. Feng loved her son so much that she was worried.

"If so, you can't let little aunt stay by master Mo's side." In this way, Ding Dong is the closest person to Xiao Mo'er.

"No, now Suzhou's business depends on her!"

"Otherwise, I'll take a concubine for master Mo again."

Mrs. Feng pondered for a long time and asked, "do you have any good people to choose?"

Ding Ma looked at Mrs. Feng for a long time and hesitated: "if my wife doesn't dislike me, my house will Ding Dong..."

"Ding Dong is still young."

"Master Mo is not big either!"

"Just because Mo Er is small, he needs a big man to serve him."

Ding Ma knows that Mrs. Feng doesn't like Ding Dong. Even if she is a concubine, she wants a good daughter. The only way is that Ding Dong is pregnant with little Mo'er's flesh and blood, so Mrs. Feng can't help but give her a place.

Mrs. Ding said with a smile: "it's hard to find a lady at the moment. I'll let my maidservant go out and inquire carefully. For the time being, I'll send an elderly mother to take charge of the affairs of Xizhou and pay attention to my little aunt. Since Xuan's mother died, master Mo's room is in the mountains without tigers. Monkeys call it king. It's a mess. "

"Yes, it's up to you."