Wen Xian stared at the past, and from this angle, she didn't know what she saw when she looked at the wide open courtyard door, and she was suddenly stunned.

When the people outside got closer and closer, Wen Xian still had a cigarette between the tips of one of his fingers, and the corners of his eyes twitched faintly.

The people who came out were none other than Grandma and ...... It should be her son.

Wen Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the sturdy little chubby dun from afar-

Wipe.

The corners of her lips twitched, and she couldn't help but hold her forehead as if she was amused.

It seems that she really wasn't completely wrong just now, not only are the young men in Tibet looking mighty and majestic, but the flowers and bones are also very strong.

But there is still no need to sit on this seat.

After all, it's still young.

Lu Xiao walked out of it.

It's the weekend, and he seems to be finally free after a busy week.

But for him, no matter the weekend or the weekend, as soon as something happens, he will rush over.

He watched Wen Xian smoking, his brows slightly condensed, but he didn't say anything, and then walked in the direction of the kitchen.

Wen Xianben seemed to notice his figure, and she slowly turned around and stared at him.

？？

What is he going to do?

Wen Xian thought that she still had to tell him about leaving, she hesitated and walked up.

Behind the kitchen, next to the wall, there was a homemade iron stove with a wide opening.

Wen Xian thought, if this is used for heating and baking things in winter, the fierce tongue of fire must be very energetic.

As soon as she thought about it, she saw Lu Xiao take out the gloves that had been put aside, and the knives and grinding tools were ready to continue to work.

"This, this is what you did!?"

Wen Xian was surprised.

The man casually took off his coat and put it on the shelf next to him.

He was wearing only a black T-shirt, and his sleeves were rolled up casually, revealing his strong, slender arms that were close to bronze.

The arm was very tough, and Wen Xian saw that when he picked up the polishing tool, there were faint green tendons on his little arm.

Wen Xian looked at his bronze strong arms, and then looked down at the thin white little arms.

It seemed that there was a sudden slur, and his throat slid down.

The contrast of the colors, the contrast between the strength and the slenderness, the contrast between the man and the woman—

Lu Xiao took out a box of cigarettes for a few yuan, took out one at random and stuffed it into his mouth, glanced at her, and then spoke in a voice that was a little more vague: "...... How? no?"

As he spoke, he went for a lighter.

But in my pocket, the lighter seemed to be gone.

He blink his eyes, and his gaze suddenly turned to Wen Xian.

Wen Xianzheng looked at him, then at the iron stove under his feet, and smiled dryly: "Okay, why not." ”

Also, the men they are here are different from the bustling big cities.

Everything is readily available in big cities, but most of the time they need it here they have to do it themselves.

This also makes him super hands-on and can do anything.

Lu Xiao, it's really good.

Wen Xian was looking down at the iron furnace when he suddenly noticed him coming.

She raised her eyes, and was a little stunned.

She still had a cigarette holder between her lips and teeth, and the slender Marlboro cigarette butt flickered on and off, flashing red.

And he suddenly leaned over, bowed his head, and leaned over.

Wen Xian: "......"

She looked at his face suddenly close at hand, and froze.

For a moment, my mind was buzzing, like an old black-and-white TV set with snowflakes flickering.

Lu Xiao's slender dark eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly.

The indifferent gaze fell on the cigarette holder where the two met.

The cigarette in his mouth burned through her slender cigarette butt.

[Brother Jiu: I'm sorry babies, Brother Jiu will blow up first as a respect!!]