"Oh, how can my mother be embarrassed? Haven't you done a lot of work, don't worry about your mother, your mother's waist is not sore."

Chu Qingchen looked down at her daughter and said, she was reluctant to be affected by Yuanbao.

"How can I have a mother to do a lot, my mother is the most tired, my mother and mother have worked hard, my mother and mother sit down......"

Yuanbao said and sang.

Chu Qingchen was helpless, the child was so hearted, and she was not good at Buddha Yuanbao's beauty.

She sat on the wooden bench with her buttocks, Yuanbao's soft little fist fell on her back, the child had little strength, and the little pink fist fell on her back like a tickle.

The little padded jacket is so intimate, she is happy in her heart.

"Oh, mother, I'm small, let dad come"

Yuanbao smiled secretly and gave his father a look.

How dare Chu Qingchen? Just wanted to refuse.

A pair of fists several times larger than Yuanbao fell on her back.

Not to mention that Shen Mochu's back-beating technique is really good, just the right amount of strength, hammered on her back like a drumbeat, it was very relieving, and her muscles and bones were relaxed.

So comfortable, Chu Qingchen swallowed back the rejection that came to his mouth.

The back of the rod is beaten and the money is not collected, and the hammer is not hammered.

"The back hammer is almost complete, do you need to rub your shoulders?"

Shen Mochu's low, magnetic voice floated in the courtyard, very seductive under the moonlight.

"Go on"

Chu Qingchen agreed without thinking, how could he stop so comfortably?

She wasn't comfortable enough, she was busy every day, and she finally had such a chance to relax.

Shen Mochu smiled, as if he expected her to say this, for her, Shen Mochu has no taboos between men and women, this is the woman he identifies, and it is his wife.

He unceremoniously put a pair of hands on her shoulders, the summer clothes were very thin, and she could feel her soft and delicate shoulders through the clothes, holding it soft in his palm, and the palm wrapped around her slender and weak shoulders and pinched gently. At the moment of touching, an inexplicable heat rose in the depths of the body.

Shen Mochu touched a woman's body parts for the first time in his life, and his face turned red unconsciously.

Chu Qingchen thought that rubbing his shoulders was nothing, but when Shen Mochu's big hand fell on his shoulder, he could feel the temperature coming from the palm of his hand through the thin clothes.

A pair of big hands have calluses on their palms due to their perennial martial arts practice, and even if they are gently kneaded, she can sensitively feel the violent friction. The tingling sensation permeates the entire nerves of the body.

Damn, this man is really sultry and doesn't know it.

"Okay, I'm not tired, there's still a lot of work to do."

Chu Qingchen got up suddenly, making an excuse to slip away.

Shen Mochu didn't know what to say for a while, and was silent.

"Mother, what's the job? My brother and I will do it for you, and my father will do it too."

Yuanbao had just eaten his father and mother's candy, and before he had eaten enough, his mother had to get up and work again.

I don't know why my mother lives so much?

Is it bad for someone to rub their back and shoulders?

"Mother wants to chop these potatoes, you are a child can't take a knife, it hurts to cut your hands, go play with your brother, just come alone"

Chu Qingchen leaned over and picked up the large pot of potatoes and walked towards the back kitchen of the house.

Shen Mochu wanted to take a hand, but she refused, and followed her in a wheelchair.

Yuanbao also had to join in the fun with the past to see how the mother made starch, and was dragged by Tuanbao.

"Go to my brother to catch crickets for you, and let my mother and father be alone"

Yuan Baole followed his brother to catch crickets.

In the back kitchen, Chu Qingchen put a bunch of potatoes on the cutting board and cut them, and Shen Mochu was not idle, helping to cut them on the side.

Shen Mochu sat in a wheelchair and happened to be able to reach the stove, so it was effortless to bend over.

"It's so boring, Shen Mochu, if you don't sing me a song to relieve my boredom, I will sing it to you in the backyard, the courtesies are still exchanged, you should also return to a song"

The movements of Chu Qingchen's hands did not stop, the potatoes were cut into slices, then into strips, and finally into dices, repeating one by one.

Originally, it was a boring job, and Shen Mochu's stuffy oil bottle didn't speak, and he only cared about cutting potatoes.

Chu Qingchen was okay to say alone, the two of them didn't speak all the time, the air seemed to be frozen, but it was even more stuffy than one person, she teased Shen Mochu to have fun.

"You really want to hear it? It's not that you can't."

Shen Mochu glanced at her, and a sly light flashed in his eyes.

"On what terms?"

Chu Qingchen was a little surprised, and it was really accurate for him to sing the song.

"Come here, come over to me?"

Shen Mochu raised his hand and pointed to the position of the right side of his face, signaling her to kiss this position.

Chu Qingchen was entangled.

Dear, why don't you kiss, not to mention Shen Mochu's beautiful face in the prosperous world, she doesn't lose her mouth.

Yuanbao Tuanbao She has to kiss every day, and in her eyes, there is no difference between kissing Shen Mochu and kissing the two children.

Shen Mochu is a big iceberg, and he is fortunate to listen to him singing, with his magnetic voice, he is excited when he thinks about it.

Shen Mochu quickly cut diced potatoes in his hands, for him with deep internal strength, a potato was chopped into dices in the blink of an eye, which was faster than Chu Qingchen.

He thought that Chu Qingchen would not agree to his conditions and kissed him on the face, and he was feeling sorry in his heart, her soft and delicate lips fell, and the cold touch with a hint of lubrication swept across the skin on her cheeks, and left like a dragonfly, but it was enough to make his heartbeat a little faster.

Don't look at his invincibility on the battlefield, but he is like a blank sheet of paper in the affairs of men and women, a kiss from her can make him lose all his sanity, and his brain is blank. Accidentally, the knife and potato in his hand came to a perfect misalignment and fell on his fingers.

The pain brought it back to its senses, and it reacted at once and threw away the knife in his hand.

"Shen Mochu, how old are you, it's not me who said you, you can still cut a potato, fortunately, the knife is not fast, otherwise your fingers will have to fall off"

Chu Qingchen clearly saw that he had cut his hand, and rushed over as soon as possible, and forcefully pulled his hand to check.

A clearly visible cut dripping with blood fell to the ground and was shocking.

Chu Qingchen leaned over and pressed his wound with one hand to help him stop the bleeding, and the other hand reached into his shirt and pulled it indiscriminately.

As soon as she approached Shen Mochu, she forgot the pain on the wound on her hand, and saw that one of her hands was very dishonest, reaching into his arms and touching it.

His brow furrowed, but he was such a sultry little goblin.

"Chenchen, don't make trouble, throw you on the bed and let you touch it enough"

Shen Mochu's other uninjured hand grabbed her hand and stopped it.

The two of them were very close, and Shen Mochu's tall figure of one meter nine shrouded Chu Qingchen, a whole head taller than her.

The ambiguous tone wafted through the air, full of pink bubbles.

"Found it"

Chu Qingchen finally searched for a small jade bottle in Shen Mochu's arms after some messy touching.

The book said that the ancients would have a bottle of gold sore medicine in their arms, so it was true.

Chu Qingchen pulled the cork of the jade bottle and was about to pour the medicinal powder in the bottle on Shen Mochu's wound.

"Do you want to murder your husband? Sprinkle poison on my wounds."

Shen Mochu's eyes quickly grabbed her wrist and stared at her.