The door was opened at some point, and Jinghua stood quietly in the doorway.

The cutest girl in the world, with her hair scattered like a waterfall, and her long gown was still on her body, but she was holding a stack of old pieces of paper and crying non-stop.

"Do you think you've drawn too ugly and finally your conscience has found out?" quipped.

But he really didn't seem to be good at telling jokes, and Ah Mo glanced at him, but cried even harder.

"Okay, okay, how do you cry when you meet. Jinghua touched her head, her hair was still wet, and even the clothes on her back were wet, and she was all attached to her body.

Jinghua sighed, and began to take out a towel to wipe her hair again, "How many times have I said it, Momo, you must dry your hair after taking a shower, otherwise it will be easy to catch a cold." ”

Ah Mowu sobbed fiercely, and whimpered: "You bastard, are you afraid that I will catch a cold now?"

I've been bathing and sleeping alone for so long! You never care about me, you don't come to wipe my hair! I've always eaten only meat, not vegetables, and you don't care about me!

You shut me out and let me sing and dance outside like a fool, and you're like watching a white opera......"

Jinghua's hand froze, and he said aggrievedly: "I didn't watch the white opera, I listened carefully." ”

She began to play scoundrels again, talking nonsense unscrupulously: "You just watched a white opera! You didn't count it on the spot, and when I left, you hid all my paintings, and then secretly laughed at me." ”

Jinghua sighed secretly, usually when his Momo began to be so unreasonable, it meant that her anger was almost over, as long as she insisted on coaxing and letting her finish her last bit of temper, it would be done.

"You say, why do you want to tie all my paintings to this? Are you really a treasure, shouldn't you be pressed under the pillow?" Ah Mo deliberately amplified his voice, trying to hide his sadness just now.

"Well, it's a little scary. Jinghua pretended to be serious, and said: "I tried to put it under the pillow and had nightmares for two days in a row. ”

Of course, he would not tell her that at that time he was so broken that he did not have the strength to pull the paintings out from under his pillow, but had to tie them to the top of the tent so that he could see them when he opened his eyes.

"Okay, aren't you amazing?" Ah Mo teased him, "Don't you think the books you read before are tasteless?

"yes, a joke book is good. Jinghua also smiled: "I have benefited a lot. ”

He wiped her hair on the outside, but couldn't wipe it inside, and just wanted to turn her around, but changed his mind, picked her up, and sat on top of him.

Ah Mo did not resist, but buried himself deep in his arms very comfortably, like a lazy and flamboyant cat, and said coquettishly: "Where have you benefited a lot? You are used to speaking unreliable, maybe you coax me like this on your face, but secretly slander me for being shallow, unless you ...... I won't believe it until you recite it to me. ”

The long-lost warm fragrant nephrite was in her arms, Jinghua's heart was confused, her breath was spitting in her neck, and her lower body was involuntarily tightened, and even her breathing became short.

Ah Mo didn't know about his subtle changes, so he just urged: "Hurry up, recite a joke for me." ”

"Carry it, Momo won't be angry, okay?"

"Hmph, see if you can memorize it well. Ah Mo said proudly.

Jinghua smiled and said, "Once upon a time, there was a showman, nearly seventy years old. His wife gave birth to a son, and he wanted to have a son in his old age, so he named him 'Age'.

Unexpectedly, a year later, his wife gave birth to another son, and Xiucai hoped that he could study hard, so he named him 'Xuewen'.

In the third year, his wife gave birth to another son, and Xiucai laughed at himself: 'It's a joke to be so old and have children repeatedly.' So he named his youngest son a joke.

When the three sons grew up, Xiucai saw that they had nothing to do, so he sent them into the mountains to chop wood together. When he came back, Xiucai asked his wife, 'Who of the three children did the firewood?'

The wife said, 'I am old, I have no knowledge, but I have a lot of jokes.' ’ ”

Before Jinghua finished speaking, Ah Mo had already leaned forward and leaned back, jumped up and pounded the bed board, and laughed: "At a young age, I don't have any knowledge at all, but there is a burden of jokes! Haha, Jinghua, the name of this Xiucai can be obtained very well!"

Jinghua pulled the escaped person into her arms again, kissed her lightly on the hair, and said, "I spoke so well, can Momo forgive me?"

To be honest, Jinghua's jokes are indeed much better than Ah Mo's. Although it is the same content, Jinghua didn't laugh when he spoke, but just paved the way and told the story, and finally shook off the burden, and the effect was there. It's not like Ah Mo, who tells a joke, he can't laugh first, and he can't talk about it even when he lies on the table, what kind of strength is this?

But I have to say that, no matter how bad Ah Mo's jokes are, no matter how unorthodox the graffiti is, she can still stand up to the best storyteller and Danqing teacher.

Because she's Ah Mo.

For a person like Jinghua, who spoils his wife to the point of losing objectivity, what she does is the best in the world, and no one can match.

Ah Mo was also quite surprised, "You really memorized this kind of boring thing?"

"Yes, after you left, I copied the books you left behind several times, and I can naturally memorize them. "Jinghua Road.

"How many times?"

"Well, I want to practice my wrist strength, I just don't have any other books at hand, so I copied those books of yours to practice calligraphy. Jinghua said nonchalantly.

He has been a bookworm since he was a child, and Chen'an Palace is known as the library of the entire Heavenly Court, even if he lives in this town today, how can he not have books at hand? It's just that he is willing to copy those, and he thinks about her while copying.

"Momo, forgive me, okay?" Without warning, Jinghua suddenly put her on the bed, causing Mana to close the door with his backhand.

"Hmm, Jinghua ......" Ah Mo realized that the man who had always been gentle like water seemed to have turned hot, his skin was hot, and even the breath he spit out was scorching and sultry.

"Jinghua, are you all right?" Ah Mo comprehended, but was still a little uneasy.

Jinghua was slightly annoyed, and he ripped off Ah Mo's shirt a little willfully, so that her snow-white delicate body was completely exposed in front of him.

The veins and veins contain small peaches, and they are delicately twisted out of the dust. The water bones are tender, the jade mountains are long, and the mandarin ducks are holding the spring breeze.

"Uh......" Jinghua's whole body was shocked, he wanted to give her some color to see, but who knew that it would backfire on himself, the scene in front of him only made him dizzy, his throat tightened, and the blood rushed to the heavens.

This lawless woman didn't even have a small robe, and after he took off the big robe, she was lying naked in front of him!

"Momo, you...... Why do you only have this one?" he felt like he had been choked by the throat, and he struggled to speak.

"Before I could get dressed, you came. She lay there leisurely, like a cat in the sun, and said lazily: "Anyway, why are you wearing it?"

Jinghua was speechless, and he didn't listen to what Ah Mo said.

She lay in front of her brightly, and she was even more delicate and plump after not seeing her for two years. She is like a flower, taking off her immature youth, and just blooming in front of him.

He witnessed every moment when her flowers bloomed, the just right amount of splendor, the shy fragrance, every drop of blood screaming with excitement in his body, rampage to return to those seven hundred lonely and oppressive days and nights!

His skin was tense, his breath was hot, and there was a giant beast in his body that roared, scratching the blood veins all over his body, and it was so hard that it hurt!

He tore off his shirt and drove straight in!

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"Has Momo forgiven me?"

Jinghua hugged her in her arms and lay down slowly.

He slept in this bed for countless days and nights, but he didn't expect to sleep so much one day.

Ah Mo didn't know what he was thinking, so he said "um" absentmindedly, and then there was no follow-up.

Jinghua knew that she had deserted again, and her thoughts had long since flown somewhere, so she kissed her lightly on the forehead and said with a smile: "What is Momo pondering?

"Uh, I'm thinking about that showman. ”

"Which showman?"

"It's the Xiucai in the joke, the one who gave birth to three sons. ”

"Oh, what's wrong with Xiucai?" Jinghua was funny, they were just Yunyu, but her little brain was thinking about Xiucai in that joke.

"Jinghua, I'm thinking, we can't be so sloppy in naming our children in the future, otherwise they will grow up in the future and they will blame us. "Ah Mo is serious.

Jinghua smiled: "It seems that our children's names have already been chosen by the ancestors, and they are all in the genealogy, so just use them." ”

"Huh?" Ah Mo said disappointedly, "Why did you let your ancestor choose the name of the child I gave birth to! What if the name is not good?"

"Do you think Jinghua doesn't sound good?"

"Well, it's okay. Ah Mo pursed her lips and said reluctantly, "It's remote and not practical." I can tell you well, I will have to choose my own name in the future, so I will ignore your ancestors!"

"Okay, Momo will take it herself. "Once again, Jinghua has no principles.

Ah Mo was satisfied, so he lay back in his arms, and said as if intentionally or unintentionally: "Jinghua, have you read the letter I gave you?"

"Look. ”

"Today the eldest brother said to me, I just realized that the eldest brother and they always thought that the arc I drew was my stomach," Ah Mo said a little embarrassed, "They thought it was ...... I thought I was trying to tell you, I have your child, tell you to cheer up quickly!"

Jinghua was half-propped up, her black hair hanging low, looking at her as if she was smiling.

"Jinghua, what are you laughing at? I can't even misunderstand you, right?" Ah Mo cried out, "You also think I pretended to be pregnant to lie to you?"

"Naturally, I understood. Jinghua said slowly, "Didn't I reply to you too?" ”

"Then tell me, what do I mean by what I wrote?"