Transmigration: Rural Sweet Wife

Although song qiuer said to himself that he should not be afraid, and that he should have the courage to be a man, and so on, but in fact, it is inevitable that, in line with people's understanding of the danger, he quietly away from the man who is covetous for himself.

"Well? What are you talking about? " A man looked at his little girl, quietly far away from him, quietly smile, do not speak, so close a step.

Looking at Song qiuer, the smile on her face is like a spring breeze from the perspective of ordinary people, but in Song qiuer's view, that smile is just like drinking death. It's really no different.

Song qiuer has a lot of thoughts in his heart. "I think it's OK. What I said just now seems to be all right. Ha --" song qiuer said at the end, looking at murongting and seeing his face becoming more and more dangerous, he couldn't help the last one, and thought of making it over.

"Mine is yours." Finally, it is a certain master conscience, don't intend to tease song qiuer, said this.

When song qiuer heard this, he was relieved of the responsibility. Fortunately, this time, he was on the verge of life and death.

Song qiuer is very happy to think of this.

"Just..." Murong Ting said here, lengthened the tone, scared song qiuer just Leng in that piece, in the heart can't stop flustered, finished, oneself, this man, what do you want to do?

"Ah?" Song qiuer has a lot of fear in his heart. Looking at Murong Ting, he is really worried about what the man said all of a sudden.

"No, go and change." Murong Ting stroked his forehead and looked at Song qiuer. He was stunned and looked at himself. To tell the truth, Murong Ting suddenly sprouted for song qiuer, and there was not much complaint in his heart. Looking at Song qiuer, he suddenly felt that his eyes were full of tenderness.

Song qiuer went to the inner room in a daze and changed his clothes. Then he found out that it was wrong. What he just meant was that he could not wear it because it was so expensive. How can he now become... A threat to wear it?

Song qiuer in the inner room, staring at his bed that pile of clothes, lost in thought.

Do you wear it or not? Song qiuer's heart is full of hesitation. Just as he is thinking about it, Murong Ting's voice comes from outside the room.

"Qiuer, have you dressed up? It's too cumbersome. Can't you wear it?" Murong asked.

As soon as this sentence came out, song qiuer immediately put aside his original thoughts and put on his clothes. When Murong Ting was going to break into the house, song qiuer finally put on his stacked clothes and slowly opened the door.

Murong Ting watched song qiuer come out, and his eyes straightened up. Now, Murong Ting's eyes are nothing but amazing.

Murong Ting seldom looks at girls wearing clothes. For himself, Murong Ting thinks that girls are really troublesome creatures.

Of course, this kind of thing, Murong Ting will not say to song qiuer.

Otherwise, I'm afraid it's my little girl who has to tangle with me for most of the day because of this.

Murong Ting thought, thinking of her little girl, she was so happy that her golden hairpin fell to the ground.

The sound of "bang Dang" awakened both of them at the same time, and made Murong court come back to life again. There was a lot of innocence in his eyes.

But this in the heart, in the mind, but all is just the appearance of song qiuer.

She didn't have any powder on her face, but she looked more attractive than the girl who did.

The shallow blush on the face is because the clothes are in a hurry, leaving the blush all of a sudden.

The main reason is that song qiuer doesn't know how to comb his hair.

If you only hold a hairpin, you always feel that you have lost the original charm of this dress. After thinking about it, song qiuer has to come out wearing her hair.

Looking at Song qiuer's appearance, Murong Ting's heart can't help but waver. It seems that this embroiderer's carefully embroidered dress is just an accessory when he comes to song qiuer. It's clear that the dress

Murong Ting just gave a smile. When he looked at the dress, he felt that it was similar to the color song qiuer always liked to wear. After thinking about it, he handed it to song qiuer. Murong Ting didn't have much research on it.

However, murongting only noticed that the water silk was carefully cut by xiuniang, which perfectly fitted song qiuer's figure and revealed her beautiful appearance. However, it happened to cover some of her attractive appearance. Only the place that should be covered, the place that attracted people's imagination, was covered with tulle, sketched a little, and embroidered with double-sided needles, Embroidered two unknown flowers.

Murong Ting, looking at Song qiuer's clothes, can't stop nodding. The painstaking effort of this dress can only say that it is obvious to all.

Murong Ting's eyes are full of admiration. Song qiuer is staring at Murong Ting, and his face begins to blush. He looks at Murong Ting embarrassed.

Murong Ting now, as if she had seen a girl dressed for the first time, nodded and said: "it seems that the old saying is right, people depend on clothes, Buddha depends on gold. Look at your dress, even if you don't have anything on your head, you think it's a good seedling."

In the past, song qiuer didn't have the time and energy to dress up. His usual idea was to dress simply and simply. Of course, it would be nice if she looked clean. How could she care so much?

Today, the clothes murongting makes for her, whether they are materials or layout, are all made by song qiuer alone, so naturally they are all top quality.

Song qiu'er is staring at by Murong court, and he blushes and blushes inexplicably.

He grabbed the skirt and held it tightly together. His face turned red, waiting for Murong ting to finish looking at it.

"I don't know if I'm wearing something wrong." Song qiuer's face turned red, and most of the time he finally choked out this sentence. Murong Ting was also very surprised to hear this sentence.

"No, it's beautiful." A mu praises song qiuer without hesitation, and dispels song qiuer's worries.

"Just..." song qiuer began to listen, this heard behind his favorite people for their praise, the heart is always a lot of joy, but suddenly heard Murong court boast half, to sentence, but, this turning point, really song qiuer suddenly seems to fall into the peak.

"Just what?" Song qiuer asked anxiously.

"Less accessories." Murong Ting pointed to song qiuer's head and didn't wear anything. Although song qiuer's hair is very good and looks like black silk in the sun, it still lacks some charm.

Murong Ting pointed to song qiuer's head, and then pointed to the hairpin in his hand. He immediately picked up the hairpin on the ground just now. If other people knew that general Murong, looking at a woman, had dropped the hairpin on the ground. It would be very funny to spread it.