"Sparrow, we're going to be busy all night." Lin Jianqiu put down the pen and turned his head to look at the finch.

"Okay." The finch responded, with a smile in her words, without the slightest complaint. Lin Jianqiu looked back and saw that she had already drawn the coarse cloth on the floor according to the layout he had drawn.

Fortunately, the bird is knowledgeable and well-written, otherwise you have to ask someone else to write, the trouble is one thing, where can you find such a trusting person? It's really a good helper. Lin Jianqiu's eyes darkened when he thought of this.

Virtuous help...... If he has been incompetent, wouldn't he have let the good girl stay alive and widowed?

Thinking about it again, maybe it's because life is worse than death medicine and bamboo leaves and peach blossoms are intertwined with two poisons, so it will suddenly fall, right? Why don't you try again when you're done?

While thinking, he looked at the finch and saw that the finch was kneeling on the coarse cloth spread on the ground, holding a pen and drawing the frame, very serious. Her arms are still slightly swollen, so her clothes are also very loose, and the complexion on her face is much better, in the end, she is young, such a bowl of medicine and a short sleep, her cheeks are puffy.

"Do you have a sore hand?"

"Childe is here, and the finch doesn't hurt anywhere."

Lin Jianqiu was a little distressed, but at the moment he couldn't write here, so he could only ask Que'er for help, if it weren't for the help of Que'er, where would you find such a person who could help you write all day long? The point is, if you go to ask for a scholar, you don't trust them.

"It's just hot." As she spoke, she stood up, took off her long coat, leaving only the small skirt that was close to her body, and stretched out her hand to fan the wind.

"If it's hot, you can take it off some more." Lin Jianqiu said: "Just wear your belly pocket." ”

When Lin Jianqiu said this, he really didn't have any other thoughts, but he just felt that since they were all his mother-in-law, what did it matter if they didn't wear them in this room? It's their own anyway.

The finch blushed.

Although she is the mother-in-law of the son, after all, she has not really performed the Zhou Gong ceremony, besides, even if she has done the Zhou Gong ceremony, this shy little lady needs a certain amount of time to be able to take off freely in front of men.

"Yes." The finch said softly.

Lin Jianqiu was stunned, he just casually suggested this, although this finch was shy, he listened to the words of the son. Being so obedient made Lin Jianqiu a little unaccustomed.

"What, if you think that's not good, you can stop ...... first," Lin Jianqiu hurriedly said as he turned his head.

The finch had already stripped off her outer clothes, leaving only her belly pocket and pants.

Speaking of which, Lin Jianqiu felt that the clothes of the ancients were good-looking.

You see, this little red belly pocket, with little powder blue pants, is so beautiful. Especially this belly pocket, if you want to say dew, it really shows a little back, not even a ditch, but that kind of sex is full of style, and this kind of sexy is the most sultry.

The belly pocket is soft and sticks to the chest, supporting the beautiful shape, and the exposed shoulders and collarbones, as well as the smooth back, set off the woman's delicate and soft figure very cutely.

Young is good, this skin is as bright as a bamboo leaf in the morning, crystal clear as if it is about to drip.

Lin Jianqiu only felt that his heart was surging, put down the pen in his hand, and beckoned to Qi'er: "Come here." ”

"Yes, Childe." Finch's ears were red, she bent down and gently put the pen aside, she knelt on the coarse cloth that covered the room to sketch, so she didn't wear shoes, and walked towards Lin Jianqiu with her bare feet stepping on the coarse cloth.

When I look at that foot, it's a little chubby, it's really small, and it's cute.

Looking closer, this ancient woman is not like a modern woman, there are thick sponges and other objects on her chest, and although the small belly pocket is a coarse cloth, it is very thin and soft, so there is a subtle small bulge on the chest.

"So obedient?" Lin Jianqiu couldn't help laughing: "I just said it casually." ”

The finch didn't speak, just lowered her head and blushed.

Shy and beautiful.

"Your arm ......" Lin Jianqiu stretched out his hand and gently touched her arm in distress, and could see that her shoulders and arms were strangled by ropes, and when she thought of how much she had suffered along the way, she couldn't help but feel a little foggy in her eyes.

As soon as the finch looked up, she saw that Lin Jianqiu's eyes were moist, and she hurriedly threw herself into his arms and said, "It's not in the way, childe, the finch doesn't hurt, this is what the finch should do, the son is good, the finch is good." ”

Lin Jianqiu was very moved, stretched out his hand and hugged her, only to feel that the nephrite was warm and fragrant, and felt sorry for the nephrite warm fragrance. When the hand was placed on the back, it was through the hair, after all, the long hair of the finch was waist-high.

It should be a man's instinct, Lin Jianqiu lifted her long hair with her hand and put it directly on her back.

At this time, Lin Jianqiu really didn't have any idea of how to deal with this finch, but was just amazed and distressed. But somehow, when I put my hand behind my back, I couldn't help but rub it.

The finch nested in Childe's arms, her face became redder and redder, and the fingers that tugged at his back became harder and harder.

"We've got to get down to business, so much to write." Lin Jianqiu said softly.

"Hmm." The finch nodded meekly, and when she tried to break free from his arms, she found that he was holding her arm harder and harder.

？？？

The finch had no choice but to remain motionless, blushing and rejoicing with the son.

"If you want to give Boss Qiu a small interview, you have to draw a picture of the heroes of the entire bandit village and write a few small tidbits. If you do the math, you have to have at least 7,000 words, and there are several small paintings, so you have to get busy with business. ”

Lin Jianqiu said again.

In fact, for a magazine, seven or eight thousand words is really nothing, and the number of words in a cross-page is more than this. However, in ancient times, when printing could not be done, it was not possible to write too long manuscripts in the form of a large sign by the river.

Because the manuscript is too long, the picture will be too large and people can't see it clearly.

"Hmm." Que'er wanted to break away from Lin Jianqiu's body again, but found that he was hugging him tighter and tighter.

？？？？

The finch had no choice but to remain motionless, blushing and continuing to rejoice with the child.

"When I have time, I'll have to teach you how to draw Q prints, or typesetting, so that when you learn it, you can take a horse with you...... You can take a horse with you...... Person...... Ma ......" Lin Jianqiu continued, his hand stopping at the rope behind his belly pocket.

The belly pocket is tied behind the back with a rope.

"There's no time, I have to get down to business, I can't always hold you." Lin Jianqiu said: "I'm a workaholic. ”

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled the rope open.

Conscience of heaven and earth! He really didn't want to be like the finch at this time, but instinctively! Boys are instinctive!

No, it's a habitual action, and the woman's underwear strap is also tied on the back, and he has good skills and can solve it with one hand. The belly strap is much lower and is tied around the waist.

And from a technical point of view, the strap can be pulled, and the difficulty is very low.

Yes, the conscience of heaven and earth! Lin Jianqiu is really not obsessed with sex, he is a workaholic! He was just discussing the difference between the ancient belly pocket and the modern little dress in terms of technical solutions.

"We ...... Discuss one or two? Lin Jianqiu said.

"Detective...... What's going on? The finch buried her head in her bosom, and was too shy to lift it.

"Straight down."