Maosheng's sky-high fire was unexpected by Xylophone, and it also made her suddenly fall into a smoky and burning situation. I can't dodge and dodge, I can't rush and rush out, and I can't endure unbearable baking and torment with Jing'er.

It was after breakfast the next day, Jing'er had already put down her rice bowl and went out. Only Xylophone and Maosheng were left in the house.

Maosheng had gone through last night's madness, his physical strength was a little weak, and his spirit was slightly sluggish. He yawned constantly, but he was in a very good mood, and there was always a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth. In the past few years, he has rarely indulged himself so much, and rarely has he been so satisfied with the comfort and comfort of sexual intercourse. He clearly felt that his long-lost "fierce leopard" state suddenly returned last night, even more powerful than before. He couldn't recall what triggers the latent energy in his body, lasting and intense. Even at the moment of eating, in retrospect, the residual warm current was still tumbling in his heart, surging around him. Perhaps it is the extremely rare hint of the self-righteous xylophone, or the anxiety and deficit caused by the abandonment of the house due to long-term fatigue, or the inherent desire to conquer in the face of the growing appeal of the xylophone and the unattainable sense of distance of the villagers. It is more likely that the days of food and clothing have strengthened his physique, and the so-called "food and clothing and lust" have allowed him to return to the newlywed honeymoon more than 20 years ago. He couldn't figure it out, so he didn't bother to think about it anymore. He chewed on last night proudly and happily, reminiscing about last night. I never get tired of chewing and have a long aftertaste.

When Jing'er went out of the courtyard and the xylophone was washing the dishes and chopsticks on the stove, he still hugged the xylophone tightly from behind, and gently rubbed the xylophone's low-hanging ** with his wide palm. Muqin stared at him in surprise, and teased, the old problem is bad again, and this time I suspect that I have something to do with someone. made Mao Sheng blush. He retreated to the pestle next to him, laughing vigorously.

Muqin felt that it was time to mention Jing'er's marriage to him. Ever since she woke up this morning, she'd been looking for such an opportunity. It must be when he is in a good mood and things are going well, otherwise, such a topic will not end well. Her understanding of Maosheng's temperament is clearer and more familiar than her own temperament.

On the way back to the village yesterday, Feng'er mentioned something that made her originally happy mood suddenly fall into the whirlpool, suddenly excited, and suddenly resentful. After gradually calming down, he suddenly fell in love and rejoiced. This unpredictable mood accompanied her silently through the small halfway back to the village. Even, at the moment of breaking up with Feng'er, she seemed indifferent and deaf in the face of Feng'er's eager greeting. made Feng'er very embarrassed, and regretted that she didn't listen to her in-laws' advice and insisted on going to this troubled water. Not to mention the boredom of getting involved, it will definitely affect the relationship with xylophone in the future.

After a tasteless dinner, Xylophone decided to explore Jing'er's truth. Is there really such an idea, or Feng'er guessed blindly. She blocked Jing'er in the room, told Feng'er's words as they were, and asked Jing'er what was in her heart. Jing'er has no way to escape. Moreover, this annoying unrequited love must also end as soon as possible, regardless of the outcome.