After a long time, Mu Wanqing felt that her whole body was about to freeze, but the lover under her didn't seem to have changed, and she was crying and crying. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mrs. Wang sat on the side, although she hated this demonic woman in her heart, but she was also touched by her true feelings, after all, they are both women, how can they not pity each other. Seeing Mu Wanqing crying, she knew that the man's body was not good, and she felt a little ashamed in her heart. said softly: "You better go and stew some soup for him to warm his heart and lungs!"

Mu Wanqing stopped crying at this time, thinking that she was in a hurry, she was in a mess, and she should feed him some soup that warms her heart and lungs at this moment. At that moment, he put his clothes back on, closed his clothes again, got up and said, "I'll go and see if there are wild things in this forest, don't do anything crooked, I Langjun...... What is wrong with my Lang Jun, I will kill you first!"

Mrs. Wang snorted coldly, did not answer, and when she saw her go, she turned around with a somewhat shy face, and saw that her skirt was padded under him, and she was ashamed in her heart, thinking that he had just stained her dress naked, and this skirt was terrible for herself. But now he is only wearing a close-fitting little clothes, although there are barren mountains and wilderness here, when no one will come here, he is still afraid, and he pulls the skirt under him at the moment.

She herself was also seriously injured, and the wound she was involved in was painfully tight, frowning and pulling a few times, her skirt was not pulled out, but she shook off Li Daming's shirt, and her face was blushing tightly at the moment. Thinking that Mu Wanqing came back for a while and saw her Lang Jun's shirt being opened, it was very boring at that time, so she frowned and went to close Li Daming's clothes.

Her eyes glanced at his chest, saw that he was in shape, and thought to herself, this man's face is ugly, but this body is very strong. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but secretly snort, what did I think of this wild man, Duan Lang was better looking than him. He hurriedly closed his shirt, but found that there seemed to be a bag in the lining of his underwear, and he wondered how this man had sewn the money bag into the shirt, and touched the bag with his hand, which seemed to be a scroll of silk cloth, and a sachet.

Stretched out his hand and took out the contents of the bag, looked at the scroll, then opened it, and was suddenly shocked, Beishen Shengong, isn't this my mother's thing? How can it be in this person, the woman painted in this scroll is his own mother, although he feels strange at the moment, this man has seen his long-lost mother? But at this moment, he was seriously injured and could not speak, nor could he ask him, so he put the scroll into the flower towel around his waist.

Look at the sachet again, small and chic, but sewn with black silk, with a floral fragrance and the peculiar smell of men, open to see, suddenly the two eyes can not be closed. It is a night pearl that makes any woman want to be tempted when she sees it, although Mrs. Wang has seen countless treasures, but at this moment, she still can't close her mouth when she sees such a big night pearl.

I didn't expect this man to have such a treasure, I don't know if this night pearl is also his mother's thing, think about it carefully, but I never remember that there was such a pearl. At the moment, he couldn't put it down and took the night pearl in his hand to play, and when he saw Mu Wanqing come back with a gull, he hurriedly took the sachet and tucked it into his goose yellow flower scarf.

Mu Wanqing put down the wild bird, and hurriedly went to investigate Zhang Hao, and when she saw that she was still breathing, she was a little relieved, and sorted out the gull bird at the moment. But he thought that since he still needed a pot for stewing soup, he handed the half-feathered gull bird to Mrs. Wang, and said, "I'll go to the boat and get the pot, and you will pick up this bird!"

Mrs. Wang had never done such a thing, she had a cold face at the moment, she didn't even look at the bird, and said coldly: "This is your lover who suffers, but how can you ask me to do it, can this be done?"

Mu Wan snorted coldly, thinking that her lover's soup should be made by herself, so she didn't force her, and flew towards the beach where the boat stopped in the morning. But when I got there, there was still no trace of the boat, and I thought that I must have been in a hurry to go ashore at that time, and did not pull the boat ashore, and the boat was pushed away by the waves, and my heart was even more bitter at that time.

When Mrs. Wang saw Mu Wanqing coming back empty-handed with a black face, she also chuckled in her heart at that time, it was over, it seemed that the boat was pushed away by the waves. I wanted to remind this little slut at the beginning, but she didn't let herself speak, this time the boat is gone, it's really annoying!

There is no pot, but how to make that soup, Mu Wanqing found a round stone and wanted to use a knife to pull it out of a pot, but the stone was very hard, and the knife was carved on it, only splashing a little spark, leaving white marks, but it didn't move at all, and her heart was even more bitter, hugging her head and crying!

When Mrs. Wang saw that she was crying sadly, and thought that the man might have a great relationship with her mother, she said, "Go find some big leaves, fold them into bowls, and put them in water to make pots." Mrs. Wang's cook used this method to cook lotus leaf chicken soup for her, and she still remembers it.

Mu Wanqing looked at her with some doubts, but still wiped away her tears, and went to the forest to find the relatively large leaves, no matter what the leaves were at the moment, as long as they were big, they would tear a lot. When he came back, he folded it into a pot, tried to hold the water, put the washed and peeled gulls inside, and then carefully put a few wooden sticks on the bonfire to boil.

The bottom of the leaf was burned and dried, but because of the water in it, it was not burned until the water boiled and the aroma of the broth overflowed.

Mu Wanqing took another leaf and folded it into a small spoon, scooped some out, put it in her mouth, and then crossed it into Li Daming's mouth with a flushed face. I only crossed a few mouthfuls, but I heard a hissing sound, a puff of white smoke rose from the bonfire, and the "pot" leaked.

Mu Wanqing sat on the ground with her ass, extremely angry, Mrs. Wang wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and turned around at the moment.

"Didn't you say that this is okay? Why is it still leaking?" Mu Wanqing took her anger out on Mrs. Wang again, has this woman always played tricks on herself like this?

"That's your own reason, you can't blame me, I'm kind enough to tell you the method, but what it looks like, where do I know it?" Mrs. Wang also snorted coldly, and said in her heart, it's really a dog biting Lu Dongbin, it's better to care about this kind of idleness.

Mu Wanqing also snorted coldly, no longer paid attention to her, and looked at Lang Jun, who was still lying down, and felt bitter again.

"Lang Jun, Qing'er is too stupid, she can't do any small things, you won't blame me, Lang Jun, can you hear me? Lang Jun, Lang Jun ......"