Farming concubine you are so sweet

"I poisoned you? I don't want to die? " Chu wanqiu looked ridiculous: "if I were... I shouldn't have cared about you last night!"

Who is this! That's annoying!

Chu wanqiu was angry, but people had to bow their heads under the eaves, so they brought the bowl obediently. At this time, Jun Mochen had moved his chopsticks.

Chu wanqiu whispered, "aren't you afraid of poison? Why eat first? "

Jun Mochen didn't hear it. She swept her eyes in Chu wanqiu's bowl. Sure enough, the diced meat was in his bowl. Isn't this woman really pretending to show him?

Chu wanqiu couldn't touch the temperament of Jun Mochen. He just felt that this man could be angry when he spoke, but scared when he didn't speak.

Just like the silent atmosphere now, she suddenly felt that the delicious pimple soup was not so fragrant.

What does it mean to keep staring at her bowl? Think she eats too much? If so, she'll have less next time.

Jun Mochen felt the embarrassment of Chu late autumn, so he took back his eyes: "in the future, we will eat the same, so we don't have to serve it for me."

Chu late autumn apricot eyes are full of doubts. Looking at Chunliang harmless, although this man is a little strange, he seems to be a good man.

Jun Mochen quietly removed his eyes from Chu wanqiu's eyes, and his tone was cold: "it's not the same, you're easy to poison."

Chu wanqiu: "

She will never think of this man for the best again.

It's dark after dinner. That's how farmers go to bed as long as it's dark. Otherwise, it's still expensive to light lights and wax.

So sleeping has become a big problem. After all, it's just such a bed.

Jun Mo Chen twisted his eyebrows and was silent for a long time before he said in a deep voice: "you'd better be honest when you sleep inside, otherwise you'll humiliate yourself."

Chu wanqiu reluctantly pursed his lips. He was too lazy to distinguish with Jun Mochen. He skillfully climbed to the innermost side of the bed and put his body against the wall to occupy as little space as possible.

She didn't sleep much last night and only slept a little during the day, so she was very sleepy. She fell asleep immediately after touching the pillow.

Jun Mochen's ear was a shallow breath, and there was a girl's fragrance lingering in his nose, which made him not used to it. He looked at the exquisite face of Chu late autumn by moonlight, but he was a little distracted.

Next day

Chu wanqiu suddenly sat up with the chicken crow. Since she didn't work as a servant girl and returned to Chu's house, she was particularly sensitive to the chicken crow.

Because if the chicken doesn't get up to cook, she and her mother will suffer. For her, the chicken cry is the beginning of fatigue. It's not just to work. Anyone in the Chu family can scold her if she doesn't like it.

Chu wanqiu looked bleary at some strange rooms and empty sides, and sighed deeply: "it's not at Chu's house anymore, but it's also here..."

In the middle of the sentence, she swallowed it again. She didn't have much time to grieve spring and hurt autumn. She had to cook the meal quickly. Jun Mochen had already got up. If she was lazy, she might be in trouble.

Jun Mochen was boxing in a place outside the hospital that no one else would notice. Just halfway through his practice, he saw cooking smoke from his chimney. He crossed a strange look in his eyes and walked back to the hospital.

The kitchen door was open, and the thin shadows were busy around the stove. The scene was so warm.

He leaned against the door frame to see Chu's busy work in late autumn. Although he was in a high position, his house was deserted. His admiration for the beauty was nothing but a calculation in the end.

Once the plain hand plucked the piano and smiled softly, but it was not as warm as the fireworks in front of us. In contrast, it is now true.