Maosheng's words, which were misheard by the sour jujube, Cheng Maosheng no longer insisted on his opinion, and seemed to agree to the marriage of the two. The sour jujube was overjoyed, and he echoed and said some good things about Jing'er, what looks good and has a good character, what is diligent and studious, and there will definitely be a future in the future. said that Maosheng's mood gradually improved. The sour jujube is by no means a compliment to Maosheng, but a heartfelt statement. Maosheng knows this. From childhood to adulthood, Sour Zao treated Jing'er as his own baby. Sometimes, even the mother-in-law can't look at it and scolds him for being cheap. Take other people's babies as your own heart to protect them, and let urine juice drip into your brain.

Mao Sheng was really happy, and the atmosphere of Laqua returned to the state it had just started. After finishing this thorough conversation, the sour jujube in a good mood returned to his courtyard with brisk steps.

Inside the house, Wansheng is throwing a tantrum. He counted his mother with his teeth and claws, thinking that she asked her father to squeeze into a bed with him, couldn't sleep well at night, took a nap during the day, and called Teacher Hu to stop during class. Teacher Hu also said that if he took a nap again, he would not be allowed to enter the classroom. The sour jujube lady lowered her eyebrows and listened to the noisy of the late life, why can't she settle this little ancestor.

When he saw his father coming back, he pulled up the quilt on his bed and threw it on the big bed in the back room. He said fiercely, if you still sleep in my bed tonight, I will split the bed and burn it, and no one will want to sleep.

The sour jujube was silent, and his heart didn't want him to do it. From time to time, he glanced at his mother-in-law to peek at her reaction. The mother-in-law has long lost her temper. Seeing that the sour jujube was gloating on the side, of course he knew his thoughts. She rolled the quilt on the bed into two quilt tubes, and said that everyone slept with his own person, and no one was allowed to touch anyone. With that, she stripped off her clothes and went to bed, got into the quilt tube inside the bed, and pressed the corners of the quilt tightly under her body.

The sour jujube coaxed the late birth to bed in a good voice, and then hurriedly closed the door and closed the door. He quietly undressed, got into his own quilt, and pretended to be asleep.

It's easy to wait until the late life outside is asleep, and the sour dates will begin to move. He first reached for the quilt in the bed and gently poked in. was twisted hard by her mother-in-law and forced to take it back. After a while, he leaned in again and was smashed back by his mother-in-law with her hand. Sour jujube wants to give up tonight's offensive battle for the time being. As long as you get yourself laid, there will always be a chance. However, he was only honest for a short while, and he couldn't help it anymore.

It has been more than a month since I was forced to separate the bed after beating my mother-in-law. The fatigue of the day could not suppress the thirst and hunger in my heart. There seems to be an uncontrollable heat and impulse rushing in the body, if you don't open a gap and release it, I'm afraid you will be disturbed to sleep tonight.

The sour jujube was on a whim, and I didn't care about my mother-in-law's past strength. While the mother-in-law was not paying attention, he ripped off her quilt and leaned in. The mother-in-law was startled, and she was about to shout when she opened her mouth, but she was covered by the sour jujube who had been prepared. As a result, a hand-to-hand battle of coercion and resistance began in the quilt. In the end, the momentum of the sour jujube was too great, and it attacked into the mother-in-law's body in a strong * treacherous way, and wantonly transported heat and leakage * points inward. This made the mother-in-law softened, scorched, calcined, and finally completely disarmed and surrendered.

The cold war, which lasted for more than a month, came to an end. The icy, cold surface of the river finally thawed and melted into a mess, and once again a cheerful stream flowed.

It was a beautiful night. Outside the house, the night sky was full of stars, like countless eyes peeking into the courtyard of the mountain village. Secretly speculating, blinking happily, hoping for the moon to rise, which had long been invisible. It will take some time for the full moon in the sky to rise, and the moon in the house is already shining brightly.

As soon as he got to work the next day, the sour jujube couldn't wait to find the sour apricot and tell him Maosheng's statement last night. The sour jujube asserted that Maosheng had already secretly agreed, and if he didn't, he wouldn't have said the words "I can't control it". Sour Xing smiled, saying that it wouldn't be so easy, I know his temperament, so let's let it be. [End of Chapter]