Qinghui had already stretched out his hand with all his might, propped himself up, and grabbed his hand violently, intending to knock him over and punch him in the face first.

If you are disobedient, you still have to clean up and beat him to the heart!

Mu Feng was pulled violently, his body leaned forward, he raised his hand, and instantly supported his body.

Then watching Qinghui make a move, he turned sideways, dodging Qinghui's action of pressing him down.

Just pinched her clothes and said, "Go down, take a shower, change your clothes." ”

You just threw yourself into his quilt, you didn't change your clothes, you were full of moisture, and you just drilled into his quilt?

Come out, go to the shower, change your clothes.

Mu Feng accepted his fate.

In the end, let people change the bedding, take Qinghui's change of clothes, and ask for water, so that the next person can go down.

Mu Feng sat on the edge of the bed in his underwear.

The fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy has a slender figure, black scattered behind him, a cold expression on his delicate face, his red lips are slightly pursed, his curly eyelashes are slightly lowered, and his beautiful eyes are on books.

But I didn't turn a page for half a day.

Thinking that when he called someone to get Qinghui's clothes and change the water and bedding, the eyes of those subordinates, although they didn't say anything, were more direct than anything to say.

He still didn't know how to explain it.

If he explained, it seemed to be a bit of a cover-up, after all, no one said anything.

If he didn't explain, it would be as if he had acquiesced, seeing that Uncle Fu was taking her as the mistress of the house.

I also came over to comfort him, saying that it didn't matter if I took a fork in the road before, and it would be good to go to prison in the future.

Mu Feng didn't know what to say.

Although he hasn't been able to figure out her details in just over a month, with what he has known about her in the past month, it is estimated that this is not a question of whether he will take a fork in the road.

She didn't even bother to walk.

I just want to mix and eat and wait for death.

I guess I don't even know what the fork in the road is.

Mu Feng thought about looking away with a slight irritation, and Uncle Fu's teasing smile sounded again, and the tips of his ears were hot.

Then I heard the sound of water in the house.

Qinghui's figure appeared on the barrier.

Looming with the candle flame dancing.

Mu Feng glanced at it and quickly looked away.

In the end, he threw the book in his hand aside.

It's a bit of a mess and I don't understand how things can evolve like this.

She said she would stay at it.

Mu Feng raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows.

It didn't take long for the sound of the water to stop.

The sound of someone dressing, followed by the curtain being opened.

With a burst of heat, mixed with a clean fragrance.

It is the pig Ling that he usually uses to cleanse his body, mixed with a faint smell of spices.

It's a little similar to the aura on his body.

It's really-

He looked sideways.

I saw a small head poking out of the curtain, Qinghui's eyes blinked, black wet scattered behind him, wearing a white undershirt.

The original black clothes made her look cold and proud, but now she wears white clothes, which looks a little more elegant and soft.

Mu Feng looked away unnaturally.

I saw Qinghui quickly sneak in front of him, and then in front of him, he made his bed, hugged his cup, and raised his little arm, the sleeves of his shirt slipped down, revealing a piece of white jade-like skin, and spoke, "Okay, right?" ”

You smell it, and it smells good.

Now, can you sleep in bed?

Tell me about you, twisting and pinching, it's trouble!