Fortunately, Song Jingruo didn't make any mistakes, but maintained that mask-like smile from beginning to end, sweet but unreal. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Her eyes seemed to be covered with a thick fog from the distant sea, which made Chunqing feel chills all over her body when she saw it.

Chunqing has never been the kind of person who finds himself unhappy.

Soon, his eyes no longer focused on what bad ideas Song Jingruo was playing, and focused all his energy on a table of food.

"Eat more, you are now eating two people's meals alone, you eat more, the baby will grow well." Su Shi put a honeyed duck leg into Chunqing's bowl and said with a smile on his face.

Turning his face, Su put another duck leg into Wang's bowl, and said with a smile: "You two pregnant women are the key protection objects of our house, and no one can be left behind." ”

Her voice was extremely pleasing, and she always had a sincere and hearty smile on her face, and the old lady's depressed face because of Tian's affairs finally unfolded a comfortable smile in this happy atmosphere.

The old lady pointed to a plate of eight-treasure chicken on the table and said to Su: "You only care about taking care of others, this eight-treasure chicken is your favorite food." ”

When Su Shi heard this, his smile was even bigger, "It's still my mother who feels sorry for me." ”

Chunqing opened her oily little mouth and said with a coquettish smile: "Third aunt, I personally cooked this for you, and I feel sorry for you too." Thanks to you for helping me take care of my chores these days, otherwise I would have to make a fuss. ”

Su Shi raised his hand and pinched Chunqing's pink face, and said with a smile: "Mother, listen, this little grease mouth is good at talking, and then she said that she was distressed and I will set me again, is it that if I eat your chicken, I have to continue to help you manage the chores, then I still don't eat your chicken." ”

Su's face was full of love.

Belch......

Chunqing suddenly had three thick lines on the top of her head.

Third aunt, can you not add that "bad" after the word chicken, it doesn't sound awkward.

"Eat your chicken!" Wang tore off a chicken wing and put it in Su's bowl, "If you say more, I can't help but grab it." ”

Belch......

The thick line on the top of Chunqing's head was twice as thick.

Fourth aunt, it turns out that you are so informal.

Hearing "chicken" twice in a row, Chunqingjue's Chinese New Year's Eve meal tasted particularly strong.

Everyone is heavy-tasted.

"Eat chicken, eat chicken, everyone eat chicken quickly, it's not good when it's cold." Chunqing's eyes closed and her heart was open.

Everyone is heavy together, who is afraid of whom.

As soon as the words fell, Chunqing felt a strange look with a pink sheen shooting from the next table.

Particularly penetrating.

Chunqing's face suddenly turned red, and he quietly turned his head and glared at Song Hui, and said silently in his heart: I am following the customs of the villagers.

Song Hui looked at Chunqing's delicate face, and wailed in his heart, since my daughter-in-law became pregnant, this desire has increased day by day, and she has no choice at this dinner table.

"Big brother, I want to eat chicken too, I want to eat chicken too, give me the chicken neck in your bowl, give me your **** Shilang held his bowl and looked at Song Hui with a pleading face.

The eight treasure chicken made by my sister-in-law is really delicious.

Shilang's last two words fell, and Song Hui suddenly felt not very good.

Picked up the chicken neck in the bowl, gritted his teeth and said: "After eating your ****, Song Hui's face became even more ugly."

And Chunqing, who was taking a sip of almond juice, almost squirted out with a "poof", stretched her neck and glared, and swallowed it with all her might.

The people of this town's Guogong Mansion are bold from childhood to adulthood, regardless of men and women, don't want it.

Su Shi saw that Chunqing was a little choked, so he hurriedly patted her on the back, "Daughter-in-law of Dalang, don't get in the way, right?" ”

Chunqing shook her head, smiled, and said in a ghostly manner: "Don't get in the way, the third aunt eats chicken." ”

Everybody's so dirty, it's a ...... Refreshing!

Bai Shao, who was standing silently on the side, couldn't help but hold her forehead, grandma, you are the only one who is dirty, everyone else really eats chicken, only you......

Bai Shao, who was full of pink tofu scum in Chunqing's mind, really wanted to roll his eyes and kick his legs.

Looking at the irrepressible smile on the corners of Chunqing's eyes and eyebrows, as if hanging the whole spring on her face, Song Jingruo clenched the fist in her sleeve tightly, the joints were distinct, and she gurgled.

The beautiful and warm picture, in Song Jingruo's eyes, was like a piece of burned red silver frost charcoal, which "plopped" and fell to her chest, making a sizzling sound and emitting white smoke.

Song Jingruo felt that she couldn't wait any longer.

Why was Mama Tian's beaten flesh and blood bones thrown in the mass grave to feed wild dogs, and why was her mother, who was the mother of the second house, clearly on an equal footing with the third aunt and the fourth aunt, but she was alone in the empty room and secretly wept, while Chunqing, a slut, had a ruddy face and a happy smile.

As soon as she saw Chunqing smiling, Song Jingruo couldn't wait to screw a handful on her slightly bulging belly, so that she would have two lives and disappear cleanly.

She couldn't bear it for a quarter of an hour.

March 3, for Song Jingruo, is distant and ethereal, she can't be indifferent before March 3.

She wants to avenge Mama Tian, she wants to avenge her mother, and she wants to avenge immediately!

The flame of hatred appeared on Song Jingruo's smiling face, which burned more and more fiercely, crackling.

It's just that the more her heart is distorted by hatred, the more the smile on her face shines and is impeccable.

Such a weird Song Jingruo made Chunqing always feel as if she was haunted by evil ghosts.

After the New Year's Eve was over, when I returned to Mingzhi Hall, a gray light had faintly appeared in the sky.

And the sound of new rounds of firecrackers also began to explode one after another, with people's eager expectations for bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, echoing in the lively and festive sky.

Under Song Hui's intimate and unserious service, Chunqing took a hot bath comfortably and red-faced.

Until the bathroom was in a mess, Song Hui fished Chunqing out of the bathtub, wrapped her in a brand new rose-pink quilt, and carried her directly to the bed.

Carefully put Chunqing away, Song Hui kicked his feet and slipped into Chunqing's quilt.

Stroking the increasingly swollen tangerines on Chunqing's chest, Song Hui gritted his teeth and whispered in Chunqing's ear: "You explain to me, what is eating chicken!" ”

The beautiful and hot breath stirred Chunqing's ears into a burst of heat, and the two slender legs couldn't help but wrap around Song Hui's thighs.

Chunqing's bulging lower abdomen immediately felt that the vigorous little Song Hui was greeting her eagerly.

Chunqing raised his hand in front of Song Hui's strong and hot chest for a while, and finally pinched Song Hui's two small dings, and deliberately gasped: "Do you want to try?" ”

Song Hui's eyes immediately lit up, and his body temperature also soared, but it was fleeting, and he was replaced by a pretending fierce expression, "You little goblin!" ”

After that, he took a hard bite on Chunqing's face, "Sleep!" ”

Knowing that Song Hui endured it so forcibly because she was pregnant, Chunqing's heart was soft.

Holding Song Hui's hot body, Chunqing had a restless picture of tofu scum in his mind.

"Song Hui, or we ......" Chunqing leaned in Song Hui's ear, whispered softly, and his face was hot like a patient with a high fever of forty degrees.

Song Hui's body stiffened, and in an instant, his eyes flashed with the unique luster that he had had when he had transformed into a half-orc.

Outside the window, the north wind howled with the crackling of firecrackers.

The interior is full of spring. (To be continued.) )