Qin Xin held his mouth and smiled, watching Tie Ming step on the accelerator, slowly turning the handlebar, and after the car started, he held the steering wheel steadily with both hands, exuding infinite charm. Qin Xin was stunned: the hand that drove the car was more beautiful than the hand that played the piano, so elegant, so calm - I really wanted to be gently touched by these hands.

The car slowly drove out of the reeds, and the snowman in the distance enjoyed the peace and tranquility of this side alone. The snow and the moon rise, the ground is white, the world is pure, and the world is quiet.

"Look, the moon is out, beautiful or not, hazy."

Tie Ming raised one hand and pointed to the moon to greet Qin Xin, and the other hand held the steering wheel steadily, without losing his demeanor. Qin Xin didn't even raise his head, his eyes only stared at Tie Ming's hands, and said:

"I don't want to look at the moon, I want to look at you."

Tie Ming turned his head to look at her in confusion, and bumped into Qin Xin's kitten-like eyes, not understanding what she was doing with herself.

"I look at your hands, you look really good at driving."

"Handlebar style? It's all practice makes perfect, and it's not unusual. ”

"No, there is."

And also? Tie Ming glanced down at his hand, he didn't find anything good-looking, how could he be fascinated by his hand? Just listen to this Nizi say slowly:

"White and clean, slender and long, green bamboo, tender and white, green onion tube jade flute, tsk, just good-looking."

Tie Ming heard it inexplicably, this is his hand, not some bamboo and white onion flute, this Nizijing wants to eat, and the eyes can swallow these hands in one bite.

"If you want to eat chicken feet, go into the city and buy them for you, don't stare at my hands and fantasize."

"You person, people compare your hands to such an unearthly place, you actually say it's chicken feet."

"I'm going to eat my hand when I see your eyes, I'm afraid!"

Qin Xin slapped Tie Ming's shoulder with disgust, and became a nymphomaniac again:

"If you have good-looking hands, you must have a good-looking face, a good-looking face, and a good figure."

The more Qin Xin talked, the more proud he became, he had such a wishful man, how could he not see enough!

"You little sycophant."

Tie Ming pinched Qin Xin's cheek affectionately, and Qin Xin grabbed Tie Ming's hand and put it on his face.

"Don't do that, it's dangerous."

"No!"

"You!"

"Cluck-cluck-"

The two laughed and drove to the Lin Mansion.

The huge Lin Mansion was empty. Dalin is not at home, and he is accompanying his lover again.

After dinner, Manti walked into the Buddha hall alone—it was a small room that Manti had set up in the attic and was used to worship Guanyin.

The whole Buddha hall is decorated with gold and emerald, push open the door only to see a white jade goddess of mercy standing on the lotus throne, the monk is dignified and kind, holding a white fat boy, the boy is naughty and lovely. On both sides of the mahogany incense case are large vases painted with gold stilts, in which the water is offered to the broken branch red lotus, three on one side, and then lined with five pieces of lotus leaves of different sizes, the fragrance is lightly handed over, and the room is full of brilliance.

Two ever-bright lamps hang down on each side of the vase to support the Bodhisattva's sun, moon and stars, and clear eyes. Looking up, two brocade couplets hang on the wall, orange cloth and red characters, embroidered with fine silk threads. A plate of incense burns quietly in the center, the cigarette curls, and the top is surrounded by a tassel brocade cloth, which adds to the mystery.

Manti washed her hands and feet, changed into clean clothes, slowed down, and bowed into the room. She first folded her hands and made a wish to Guanyin, and then slowly knelt down, spread out her left hand to show her sincerity, spread out her right hand to show sincerity, and spread her hands without concealment, showing sincerity.

After the two hands are displayed, the forehead falls deeply on the red futon, and then the head is raised again for a moment, so three times, and finally slowly gets up, stares at the Guanyin master, and repeats his wish.

"Tuas, the letter girl Yang Manti, please give me a child, no matter the boy or girl, no matter how beautiful or ugly or tall, I will love it well, please give me a child."

Manti looked up at Master Guanyin, his words were fistful, and his eyes were sincere. The woman in front of her is not a charming and charming dancer in the Fangfei Hall, nor is she a jealous and stingy concubine in the Dalin Outer House, she is ready to be a mother and start a woman's greatest career - having children without regrets.

Motherhood softened her eyes, softened her mouth, softened her hands, softened her heart.

She was expecting a child, eagerly looking forward to it, always ready. But child, when will you be able to return to your mother's side and let your mother love you for once, for a lifetime. Thinking of the sadness, Manti couldn't help but burst into tears, and a force struck her throat.

The priest looked at the woman in front of him silently, smiling silently. The cute doll in his arms did not understand what he meant to the woman, but blindly showed the innocence of the child, and smiled at everyone who came to bow down to him.

"I wish that was my child."

Manti looked obsessed, and unconsciously stretched out her hand, wanting to take the baby in Tuas's arms, but it was too high for her to reach, and finally, the arm stretched out in the air was put down, and fell weakly to her side, turning gloomily.

On both sides of the Buddhist hall, dozens of well-behaved and cute dolls are enshrined. Each of the Manti bowed respectfully and prayed. Suddenly, Manti felt a trip under her feet, what was it? She leaned down and looked at it, frightened - it turned out to be a white porcelain doll with a severed head!

Yes! Manti screamed, and quickly picked up the poor doll, held it in the palm of his hand, trembling and afraid to look at it directly.

"Say, who is it, who broke my doll."

In the hall, all the maids, mothers, girls, and uncles gathered in a room, and everyone lined up in a long row, bowing their heads deeply, and listening to the master's examination with trepidation.

Manti crossed her hands and walked back and forth, like a hen that had been stolen from her eggs, spreading her wings, ready to peck at the thief with her sharp beak. No one dared to talk for a long time, and here Manti rolled up his sleeves, rushed over, pulled the maid's braids one by one, and pulled the manservant's ears, so that no one answered.

"It's you!"

Manti stared viciously at a maid, cocking her pointed fingers to interrogate her, and clutching a white handkerchief in her palm. The maid trembled, shook her head, and cried out vigorously:

"It's not me! Not me! ”

"Don't tell the truth, I'll fight!"

Manti raised her hand and slapped her, the maid didn't dare to cry loudly, so she had to sob, which couldn't quench Manti's anger, but she grabbed her ears, lifted Lao Gao, and squirted out another mouthful of saliva:

"You have a face to cry, the Buddha Hall has always been cleaned by you, not who you are!"

The maid was so frightened that she didn't dare to reply, she was hurt and afraid, and she cried even harder, and her good sister on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and defended her:

"There is no wife, it was the doll who rolled down and committed suicide by herself."

"Fart!"

Manti spat on the ground, plucked a hairpin and was about to pierce the maid's mouth, gritted his teeth, and said:

"Dead girl, I won't poke your mouth."

"Ahh

Seeing that the long needle was getting closer and closer to herself, the maid screamed repeatedly, and everyone grabbed Manti one after another, and in the chaos, the needle accidentally scratched a few people, and suddenly, the noise and screams were boiling.

Manti was squeezed in the middle, and it was impossible to rush out. Just as it was about to be opened, there was a whistle at the gate, and it was Dalin coming. The chaos subsided, and Manti hurriedly tidied up his face and went out to greet him.

"Are you all sleeping? There was no one at the door, what was going on? ”

Dalin got out of the car and asked Manti, who had come to greet him.

"Who told you not to come early, I'll play cards with them for fun."

Manti gently grabbed Dalin's arm and covered it up. Dalin looked at Manti with a smile and said:

"What's the fun then, we'll have fun later."

Manti slapped Da Lin's shoulder with disgust, covered her face with a handkerchief and smiled, thinking of the wish she had just begged in front of the statue of Guanyin, this time it must be spiritual.

Under the red Luo tent, Luan Feng and danced, and for a while, the green silk flew over, and the red glow was reflected.

"What kind of tonic are you taking, energy...... Not...... So good. ”

Manti wanted to balance his breath and try to keep up with Dalin's movements, but he was still out of breath and changed his voice: This old bone, is it rejuvenated? Oh no, it's strong!

Oh! Give me a sturdy child, no, two, three, four, five, six...... The more Manti thought about it, the happier she became, her mouth opened unconsciously, her tongue stuck out, and she fell to the side of the corner of her mouth, which was beautiful.

Dalin saw it, pursed his lips and smiled: Women are to conquer. I, Lin Chengshan, conquer men during the day and women at night, and I have to live another Jiazi and conquer another beach.

"Phew—"

In the southern and northern wars, they must also return to the Middle Land to rest and set off. Dalin made the last charge, unloading his armor and returning to the field.

A rough hand stretched out in the red tent, lifted the corner of the tent, and tucked it to the side at will, Dalin sat up and buttoned the pajamas, with a satisfied face, the beauty behind him was lying on her back with her eyes slightly closed, one hand on her stomach, one hand in front of her eyes, her red lips slightly open, and her sexiness was in plain sight.

Da Lin put on his slippers, lazily walked to the table to pour tea to drink, a stream of blue-green liquid flowed down, the color of the tea was just right, Da Lin blew a few sips on the tea bowl, slowly drank the cup of tea, made a series of squeaks, turned his head and asked Manti "Drink?" ”

Manti only waved her hand, propped up one leg, and still lay in the soft and comfortable quilt, reminiscing about the good taste. Dalin looked at the hair on Manti's sideburns clinging to his face, but there was an indescribable messy beauty, and asked her:

"Why don't you get up and take a shower? Wet inside, not afraid of the cold? ”

"Can't get up, it's so comfortable!"

Dalin smiled hehehe: Only when a woman is satisfied can she be proud.

"You said you, I didn't see you so energetic earlier, what's wrong with this, where did you get any big tonic pills? Like a tiger wolf. ”

Manti's soft voice floated out of the red tent, crisp and numb, Dalin put down the teacup, pounced on it, opened his mouth to scare Manti with a "woo", and teased her:

"It's Lang, it's not a wolf, and that Lang doesn't eat little sheep."

"Go!"

……