Farming concubine you are so sweet

"I don't know what you're talking about..." Chu wanqiu stepped on the runway bed and wrapped himself in a quilt: "what I said doesn't count. I'm going to sleep."

Jun Mochen smiled deeply and walked to the bedside: "you can just blow the pillow breeze, so do you want to try?"

I'm afraid I don't know what a sheep into a tiger's mouth is.

Chu wanqiu turned his back to Jun Mochen: "I won't blow the pillow breeze. I don't care about you. I'm going to sleep."

"No, it doesn't matter. I'll teach you." Jun Mochen lay on the bed and fiercely hugged people in his arms: "be good, and the pillow wind will blow well."

Chu wanqiu's small face was hot and angry: "Why are you always playing hooligans today."

Jun Mochen snorted and smiled, "there are still many times when I play hooligans in the future. You have to respond quickly."

It turned out that he could talk so much, and teasing this little thing was really fun.

But I can only tease him today, otherwise he will suffer.

Chu wanqiu saw that Jun Mochen was honest and wanted to move his body to the wall, but Jun Mochen didn't let go of her plan, so he had to give up resistance.

This is the first time to embrace and sleep. The man's powerful arm guarded her good night dream.

Next day

Because Jun Mochen wanted to go up the mountain, Chu got up early in the late autumn and worked hard. He pasted cakes and boiled eggs for fear that Jun Mochen was hungry on the mountain.

The legs of the pillar waiting outside the yard were numb. He wanted to come in and urge, but he was really afraid of Jun Mochen.

Just when he was about to stand as a statue, Jun Mo Chencai came out with a tiger step, glanced at him with cold eyes and motioned him to follow.

The pillar accepted his life and followed him: "brother Jun, why did you come out so late?"

He didn't expect Jun Mochen to answer him, but unexpectedly, Jun Mochen's cold facial features were a soft color.

The corner of my lips tilted a little arc: "my mother is cooking for me. She is afraid I'm hungry."

The real concern is that a person is afraid of not having enough to eat and wear. In contrast, other people's concern for him before is hypocritical flattery.

The pillar smiled dryly: "my sister-in-law looked at Jiao Didi. I didn't expect to cook."

Look at other people's wives and then look at their own... Alas, I don't envy them at all.

Jun Mochen's sword eyebrow was light, and his tone showed off: "my wife cooks well. Your wife must be inferior to her."

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He really couldn't answer this. He didn't believe what delicious food Chu wanqiu could make in the way of ladies.

However, at noon, he saw Jun Mochen's cakes and his eyes were straight. The white cakes should have put a lot of oil. Looking at the golden and soft, greedy he swallowed saliva.

Looking at his hard corn cake, his face was pitiful: "my sister-in-law is really good at cooking, but how can you eat white flour in your family? How much does it cost?"

With so much oil, how about good workmanship? I can't live at all.

"I said my wife was good at cooking." Jun Mochen's tone is light, but he can still hear his boasting: "a man should let his wife eat well and don't worry about money, so that the wife will love you more."

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So his family can't afford white flour, so he's not a man? This madman is really choking.

No, he has to let his wife cook delicious food for him tomorrow.