Marry A Younger Husband

The weather in June is scorching.

In the past, at this time of year, little Mo'er would spend the summer in Fusu Water Pavilion, but now the owner of Fusu Water Pavilion is Tang Xiaoyu. Little Mo'er doesn't want to go there and only takes a lunch break at the bandit's residence.

Eager to cool down, little Mo'er takes off his silk silk silk embroidered T-shirt and exposes his spareribs like figure. He carves gourds through his eyes. Wandai's big bed is paved with a white marble mat. White marble is not a kind of jade, but a kind of high-grade stone. Last time Shu Yingchun asked for a drink, it was white marble's wine pot.

As a wine pot, Han Baiyu's wine pot is not high-grade, but the autumn dew white in the pot is high-grade wine.

Maybe, autumn dew white needs Han Baiyu's wine pot, matching.

Little Mo'er put on a ecstatic shape on the bed and waved to the water: "lady, come here, let's sleep together!"

Shuilinlang looked at his ribs protruding above the skin, typical skin and bone, shuilinlang couldn't understand, and asked: "how can you say that you are also the young master of the mountain villa? How can you be so thin? I don't usually see you eat less!"

Little Mo'er sighed: "lady, I'm worried about the country and the people. That's why I'm so thin. You know, those who can do more work. How many things do I have to worry about every day

"Well, I'm the one who seems to worry about it."

"You've also lost weight. Look at your butt. How bold and unconstrained you were when you first came here. Now..."

Water Lin Lang pounced on him and held his throat: "little Mo'er, I warn you, you are not allowed to talk about my ass again."

"Cough cough, murder... Husband... You..."

Shuilinlang let go of his throat and said angrily, "remember what I said?"

"Remember."

"Put your clothes on."

Little Mo'er threw a wink at her vaguely: "lady, don't you want to appreciate my devil like figure again?"

"Oh, to appreciate your figure, I might as well go to the kitchen and enjoy the ribs!"

"Hum, I don't understand the customs."

"Put on your clothes quickly, or you'll catch cold."

"No, it's so hot. It's so hot all of a sudden. Can't you live?"

"If you don't wear clothes, I'll get you a bellybag."

Shuilinlang took a Golden Toad water caltrop belly bag from his trunk, helped little Mo Er up and tied it to him.

Small Mo son took the belly pocket in front of the chest to see for a long time, asked: "where does this belly pocket come from?"

Shuilinlang suddenly remembers that this bellybag was made for xiaomo'er when she was ill before she died. Xiaomo'er doesn't know that she is dead. Now when she asks about the bellybag, shuilinlang doesn't dare to mention her name, so that he won't suddenly think of her and go to see her.

If Xiao Mo'er knows that Zhiqing is dead, shuilinlang doesn't know what trouble this guy will cause. He is sure to be sad. Maybe he will go to find grandma situ for revenge.

"This... This belly bag is made for you by myself. Do you like it?"

Little Mo'er looked at the water in doubt: "lady, you can embroider purple Ganoderma lucidum into purple mushroom. How can you be so good now?"

"I... I learned it!"

"With whom?"

Shuilinlang had no interest in needlework, and he didn't know who was proficient in it. He couldn't make it up for a moment, and suddenly said, "I'm a self-taught person."

"This can also be self-taught?"

"That is, your wife, I'm very intelligent. What can't be self-taught?"

Little Mo'er took her hand, looked at it carefully, and said painfully, "lady, it's really hard for you. You see, you have cocoons in your hands in order to practice embroidery. How big a needle is needed to get such a large cocoon!"

Shuilinlang knew that xiaomo'er was teasing her. She practiced embroidery, and her fingers could not be pierced by needles. She said, "well, I admit that I bought it from the clothing shop outside."

"Do ready to wear shops still sell belly pockets?"

"Well, do you doubt me, seven questions and eight questions?"

Little Mo'er said quickly, "no, I just feel that the style of this belly pocket embroidery is like that of sister Zhiqing."

Water Lin Lang a Zheng, this guy's eyes are really sharp, for fear that small Mo'er immersed in the topic of knowledge fine, change the topic, smile: "well, don't you want to sleep? Go to sleep. I'll fan for you. " Shuilinlang brought a fish and insect pattern fan."Lady, do you have a bellybag?"

"Why, isn't one enough for you?"

"No, you also wear a bellybag and take a nap with me. Isn't that romantic?"

Water in the past: "hooligan, think beautiful!"

"Why do you always call me a rascal? Is there such a handsome rascal as me?"

"Because you are a hooligan!"

Little Mo'er didn't know how many labels were pasted by shuilinlang, and he couldn't tear them off, so he had to admit his life.

……

Now, Su Mengzhen comes back to Jue mountain villa. Although shuilinlang thinks Su Mengzhen is peaceful and gentle, not like a big villain, he is Mrs. Gan's own son after all. It's hard to guarantee that he won't do anything bad to little Mo'er.

Now Xiao Mo'er is taking over three businesses in Suzhou. If Su Mengzhen does something in secret, they can't be prevented.

So, the next morning, shuilinlang took xiaomo'er out to check the business, and took yanzixie and Dingdang. Because of Zhu Zao, Dingdang suddenly became silent.

Little Mo'er was not used to it. He lifted the curtain of the carriage and said to Ding Dang, "Ding Dang, don't pretend to be deep. It hurts your body!"

Ding Dang just said faintly, "it's better to hurt yourself than to be sad."

"Sad? What are you hurting? "

Shuilinlang really wants to sew xiaomo'er's mouth, which pot doesn't open, which pot does not open, isn't he deliberately sprinkle salt on Dingdang's wound? He said, "Hey, are you talking too much?"

"No, isn't Dingdang always heartless? How could he be sad? "

Water Lin Lang a slap over the past: "shut up!"

After a while, we arrived at xirenzhai. Dingdang was still silent. Little Mo'er patted Dingdang on the shoulder: "Mr. Ding, you've pretended to be cool enough. Just say something!"

"What do you want me to say

Little Mo'er turned around Dingdang, dragged his chin and pondered for a long time, and said, "lady, look at Dingdang, is he in love?"

Shuilinlang was speechless. After Ding Dang was lovelorn, he thought of other people's love, which was dull. He asked, "where do you see that he is in love?"

"Men in love like to pretend to be deep."

"Boring!"

Shuilinlang doesn't get entangled with xiaomo'er. She goes to ask huadajiao about xirenzhai's business. The last time xiaomo'er gave xirenzhai an idea, it was only a temporary idea, and it was copied by other colleagues. Xirenzhai's business is gradually weakening