Big brother, let's spell a marriage

Han Junli is very grateful. People who have always been arrogant and rude are more and more comfortable when talking about thank you at this moment.

Xiao Gangzi waved his hand and left in a hurry. When he left, he was very broad: "if there is anything to eat at home, just take it."

After Xiao Gangzi left, Han Junli began to look at the hut. Wooden structure, very simple to build, but very strong.

The wood of the main beam column is carved with exquisite patterns and dyed with some light colors. It looks very beautiful and unique.

The furnishings in the house are simple and clean, and there is a fresh smell everywhere. Tables and chairs are also made of wood and bamboo, and the decorative tableware is all silver.

The room is not big, but the basic daily necessities are convenient. There is a small stove in the middle with a silver pot on it, which is a little dark.

The stove was still full of heat. Han Junli sat down, stretched out his hand and baked his cold hand. He found that he had been stiff for some time.

This little temperature doesn't seem to work.

However, the sunshine of the dawn is just sprinkled in, and the moist light is too warm than the heat of charcoal fire.

Han Junli took a silver bowl, lifted the pot and poured out water. It was milk tea.

The strong milk fragrance made Han Junli do evil for a while. But the elegant Tan let him bring it again, pinch his nose, put it on his mouth and took a sip.

Smelling fragrant, drinking but elegant, Han Junli thought it was good, and unconsciously drank more.

The body gradually warmed up, began to search around and found a big pot. Han Junli's deep eyes tightened slightly.

Stood up, walked to the pot, lifted the nest cover, and was shocked in an instant.

A lot of food.

There are five or six kinds of cakes alone. There are also cabbage, rice balls, bacon and so on

It is totally beyond the shabby steamed bread of yesterday. Although some of the decorative utensils are black and chirpy, Han Junli has to admit that the food here is really delicious.

Han Junli hardly hesitated and reached out and grabbed one.

It's still warm. When you put it in your mouth, it's delicious. The smell of food dipped into his nose, and Han Junli's whole eyes lit up.

He didn't know whether he was really hungry or whether the food was delicious, but there was no denying that his heart was warm now.

Stupid woman, with a little conscience, knows he's coming and prepares food for him.

Han Junli sat down and ate at ease. Seeing that a pot of wine was wet nearby, I was not polite. I drank it when I mentioned it. That's called a delicious.

Eating that is more comfortable. For several days, Han Junli finally had a big meal, which was not easy.

Tang Mengyao got the news at the entrance of the village. He was so stupid that he rushed home crazy. He was afraid that he would make his mother angry and have a heart attack.

After running for an hour, I finally got home. For the first time, Tang Mengyao disliked this poor rural area. She didn't even have a bike. She was almost out of breath when she ran.

When she got home, she opened the door and watched a man curl up and fall asleep on a simple bed, dirty and messy. Even his proud face was like a wild cat. Tang Mengyao was confused.

Is this... Han Junli? Is it the flirty man she knows?

Ignoring his rest, he kicked him up. After all, there are important things to talk about now.

Han Junli, who had just fallen asleep, was awakened mercilessly and was in a bad mood. Sit up, hazy eyes, slightly open. Looking at the angry woman, a thick reproach sounded.

"Are you a snail? Come back so slowly! "

After he finished eating, he stared at the road at the door with big eyes. His eyes were almost worn. She hadn't come back yet.

Finally, I couldn't afford it, so I fell asleep.

Tang Mengyao was almost out of breath when she ran. However, the bastard began to scold her before he woke up. It's impossible for the dog to eat shit. It hasn't changed at all.

Naturally, he was not polite to him. He pushed him out of bed and gave him a vicious warning, "don't sleep in my bed."

This is an open room house. The bed of mother and daughter is separated by weaving bamboo pieces. Although it has isolated most of the style, the image next to it can still be seen in a small gap.

Han Junli recognized Tang Mengyao's bed at a glance and naturally turned over and climbed up. Smelling the familiar breath, inexplicably relaxed his mind and fell asleep.

"If you don't sleep in your bed, do you sleep in your mother?"

Tang Mengyao was stunned and shouted angrily, "my mother can't sleep."

Han Junli pulled his lips slightly, looked at the shaking shadow at the door, whispered in her ear, "your neighbors seem to be very interested in my identity."

Tang Mengyao's whole person was frozen. He was just arrogant and disappeared in the twinkling of an eye. Obsequiously looking at Han Junli, he flattered: "Prince Han, you're tired. Why don't you... Sleep a little longer?"

Han Junli was satisfied. He smiled and lay in bed again. Tang Mengyao pulled from the corner of her eye and stopped again, "well... Don't you think you're a little dirty..."

Tang Mengyao tries to keep calm and avoid his uncontrollable ridicule. He will make it out loud. I have never seen such a embarrassed Han Junli.

Tang Mengyao really wanted to take out her mobile phone and take two photos to leave a handle for later threats. But she also deeply understood that once she did so, it was estimated that she would annoy the violent lion. If she made some bad words, it would be her own loss.

Tang Mengyao can only stop thinking and endure laughter.

Han Junli looked at her as if she was about to laugh and cry. His black face sank, "want to laugh?"

Tang Mengyao clenched her lips and nodded.

But Han Junli threw her a cold light and whispered, "if you dare to laugh, I'll tell everyone that you're my wife."

Tang Mengyao was stiff, and all his smiles converged.

Han Junli was really satisfied with this performance. Then he looked at his dirty self and despised it, "do you think I don't want to change? But I've lost all my luggage. I don't want to change it. " Like the uncle, he directly ordered: "go and find me a new, handsome one. I want to take a bath and change my clothes."

After listening to Han Junli's request, Tang Mengyao smiled and said sarcastically, "President of Han University, do you really think you are still in the scene of Fanhua city? Enjoy the superior five-star hotel? " With a cold hum, he said bluntly, "don't you have what you want." He even spread his hands and said, "there's no market here. There's nothing to sell. If you want to wear, use and eat, you have to be self-sufficient."

Han Junli was stunned and looked at Tang Mengyao. His puzzled eyes turned and whispered, "then get it for me. Anyway, you are my wife and should serve me."

Tang Mengyao couldn't stand it and pulled him up. Stroking his nose, "chicken droppings stink and ruin my bed."