"What? Childe, you're perverted! I'm going to fall, pull me up! ”

Because of the speeding carriage, Yan Qianyan hung half of his body outside the car, holding the lever of the carriage tightly with one hand, screaming again and again. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Doesn't it mean that being a husband is a scoundrel? Since he is a scoundrel, he can only wronged his wife first. ”

Mu Hanfeng's cold eyes flashed with excitement and evil light, and he leaned down to stare at Yan Qianyan's pale face that had turned from fright, and his panicked eyes. Slow and logical.

Perverted man!

"Luqiao, come and save me."

Her hands were already weak, and the fright made her powerless. I couldn't count on Mu Hanfeng, so I had to ask Lu Qiao for help.

It's a pity that the distance between the carriages is too large, and the carriage behind is too far away. Midori can't hear at all, let alone see it.

"Childe, you, you, pull me up quickly. I can't do it, I can't do it. ”

She couldn't stand it, and she couldn't imagine if she really fell, she would be run over by the wheels. It's not terrible to die at this time, I'm afraid that I'm half dead, and it's very sinful to be so young.

Mu Hanfeng saw that she finally relented, and stared at her gloatingly for a while, and finally reached out to lift her up.

He was also angry just now, in fact, he regretted pushing her out of the car door, he hated her, but he didn't think that he really wanted to kill her with his own hands. He was actually a little scared just now, afraid that she would really let go and fall, although he would easily fish her up, but it was very shameless to do so.

Yan Tianyan was pulled into the car, and the cars closed with a bang. She was thrown into the bunk.

The bunk is soft, a bit like a sofa.

She leaned her face back on the back of the bunk, feeling nauseous, uncomfortable, and seasick. I want to throw up.

He retched a few times, and then he caressed his chest and closed his eyes tiredly. I was frightened just now and tossed last night, and she really didn't have any strength at all.

Thinking about his miserable and helpless fate, why is he powerless to change it? What about a shadowless brother who has a childhood sweetheart? When needed, he was not around and did not dare to summon.

She is a little envious of the women in her previous life who made her childhood sweethearts leave their girlfriends with a single phone call. Not only are they lucky to have childhood sweethearts to summon at will, but they don't have to think about another woman's feelings. Don't worry about what they'll lose either.

Tears flowed down her cheeks.

Finally, I really realized the helplessness of where fate is here.

Mu Hanfeng looked over with cold eyes, and was stunned when he saw two lines of tears on his black and white blurred little face.

In his memory, this nasty woman had a stubborn look in her eyes every time she saw him, except that when he was very young he snatched her things and pulled her mother to kiss her crying and shouting. In Yan Jiawa's six years, he had never seen her cry, even if he forced her into a corner and choked her neck, he didn't see her.

But after seeing her and marrying her again, the stubborn resistance was still there, but there were more tears.

Her tears are different from Sister Ningxiang, Sister Ningxiang is weak and flows naturally, while she is artificial. I forced it by force.

Sister Ningxiang's tears made him feel distressed, and this woman's tears made him excited. Her tears seemed to be what he expected, and the more embarrassed she were, the more she wept, the more he felt an indescribable pleasure.

But now she was very embarrassed, her face was made into a cat by him, her clothes were disheveled, her hair was scattered, and tears were in her eyes.

His heart was a little blocked, and he didn't have the expected excitement.

I wanted to threaten and taunt her a few more words, but at this time, he lost the slightest interest, and he closed his eyes.

Yan Tianyan woke up, and it was already evening. From the open window, I saw a field of wheat that had turned green from the decadence of winter, from dark green to verdant. Smoke curls in the distance.

This sleep lasted almost the whole day.

Only then did I feel that my neck was sore, and I felt uncomfortable when I fell into my stiff neck.

She moved her neck, her stomach growling.

"Ma Er, settle down at the small inn in front."

Mu Hanfeng's cold voice exploded around him. She panicked, and fear struck. In fact, she went to see him as soon as she woke up, and he was still closing his eyes to recuperate.

I relaxed a little.

I panicked in my heart, and my body trembled subconsciously. This slight tremor did not escape Mu Hanfeng's eyes.

A sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Why, I know I'm scared." ”

It's not a stone man, so it's strange if you don't know if you're afraid. Especially in this situation where I don't see the princess and grandmother in front of me and the shadowless brother behind me, and Lu Qiao can't help it, I am afraid from the bottom of my heart.

She bowed her head pitifully and did not speak.

"That's right, in the future, be obedient, dare to be bold and bold will be the end. Get out. ”

Mu Hanfeng didn't say much, and got out of the car first.

This is a small inn located on the official road that does not lead to the village and does not have a shop. The shopkeeper is a lean middle-aged man who runs the business with his wife, son and daughter-in-law. The inn is a large courtyard with two courtyards in front and back. The front is a place where ordinary passers-by rest, simple, with a pavement, but also dirty and messy. The backyard is excellent rooms, clean and tidy.

Mu Hanfeng took Yan Tanyan to the backyard, a few main rooms.

The shopkeeper's eyesight is good, and he can see at a glance that Mu Han's aura is extraordinary, and he comes in to serve in person. After settling down, I went to the back kitchen to bring washing water and arrange meals.

The green rain smoke ink boy Jiantong also lives in the backyard, and the rest is arranged in the front yard.

At this time, there are not many pedestrians, and even fewer people live in hotels. Not only today, but there have been no guests for several days. But they were more than enough to make up for a few days. The shopkeeper's face was full of joy and his whole body was full of energy, and the whole family went out.

Dinner is simple and unpretentious, but it is also delicious.

After dinner, I went back to the house, washed my feet, washed my face.

Mu Hanfeng didn't know what to say to Tongmo Tong Jiantong. Yan Qianyan is alone in the guest room, although the layout of the house is simple, it is very clean and tidy. Seeing that Lu Qiao didn't dare to come over easily, he was afraid that Mu Hanfeng would come back and repeat the scene last night, so he fell asleep. If he is lucky, maybe he won't move himself when he is asleep.

But he slept too long during the day, and he couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, and he couldn't sleep counting sheep. If you can't sleep, you're anxious, and the more anxious you are, the more awake you are. I didn't feel sleepy anymore.

It was a painful feeling to be lying in bed and not being able to sleep.

She simply sat up.

Seeing a pile of paper on the table, pen and inkstone, ink ingots, it should be Mu Hanfeng preparing to write something.

She quietly went to the door to look, quietly. The lights were on in the rooms on the left and right.

The courtyard is very high, and I am not afraid.

I feel that Mu Hanfeng should not come back for the time being. She sat down at the table bored and picked up the brush. Liu Wuying's warm face and affectionate eyes flashed in his mind.

Reaching out and touching the peach hairpin that was still in his hair.

Thinking of the red bean he wore on the ribbon and wore around his waist.

Rolling thoughts are like the water of the Yellow River. If you don't write something, you're sorry for yourself.

In the previous life, the eternal swan song that women and children knew to express their thoughts jumped on the paper: red beans are born in the south, and a few are sent in spring (to be continued.) )