Chapter 705: Murakami Splashes (42)

"What do you mean to get used to it? It's like you've eaten it before. He muttered, and when he looked down at the thing in it, his brows were furrowed so that he could kill a fly, and he was ruthless, but he still ate it one bite at a time, and his little eyes were bitter to death.

Jun glanced at him: "You can't live if you do your own evil." ”

Lu Li: "......"

On the side of the He family, it was not until the evening breeze rose under the sun, and the flowers and weeds waved, that He Jian finished busy with the guys in the field, and with the support of his daughter-in-law, he limped home, but as soon as he approached the door, he heard a bunch of discussions and the sound of slamming the door.

"Jian boy is back, my aunt is just going to look for you in the field, come on, your door is locked, you can't open it, we used a hammer to smash it for a long time, it is still good, at this time, your parents plan to smash the door." An old woman hurried over and said that if you ignore the meaning of watching a play in her eyes, you must really think that she is a good neighbor.

He Jian stepped forward and looked left and right at the door lock, but he didn't see a way, what kind of lock is this? How could he never have seen it? Bizarre.

He took the hammer from the crowd and smashed it down, and the result... The hammer shattered.

The crowd was dumbfounded.

The man who gave the hammer suddenly screamed: "My hammer, you pay me for the hammer..."

The scene was chaotic for a while, He Jian spoke for a long time before calming the people, and then found a firewood knife, cut it against the door, and cut a hole in the door in a straight way, and the old couple of the Lin family hurriedly got out and ran to the thatched house.

When Mrs. He came back, she was crying and making trouble by the door, chattering in her mouth, scolding Jun so much that she was bloody, and when it was dark, she stopped, and everyone was almost scattered.

Lu Li and the others naturally didn't know about this side of the matter, he was sitting on the edge of the bed at the moment staring at the girl vigilantly, his nerves were tense.

"Don't come here, we are all men, I was pressed by you for two nights before, I am not to blame in the past, but it won't work in the future anyway, don't even think about it." He clutched his clothes tightly and shrunk in the corner of the bed, looking like a good woman and man who refused to obey death.

Jun Qing just looked at him like this, her breasts were double-ringed, her narrow phoenix eyes were cold and alienated, she picked her lower lip and said lazily: "Okay." ”

Lu Li thought he had heard it wrong, and confirmed with slightly peach eyes: "You are serious." ”

"Hmm."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he relaxed his grip, the futon fell on his head, and it didn't take long for the red waves in the house to roll, and the spring rain was endless.

The next day, when the sun was about to climb to the highest place, Jun Qing and the two woke up, Lu Li looked at her like a wolf, wrapped the bedding tightly, and waited for people to get out of the house, he sat up, lowered his head to check his body, the more he looked at it, the more heavy his heart became, numb, this person is definitely a dog.

He put on his clothes, and as soon as he stood up, he found that his legs were so weak that he couldn't believe it, like a rootless duckweed, which could fall down when the wind blew.

He leaned against the wall, bowed and walked out, just as he saw the girl cooking porridge, the sun shining on her side face, peaceful and quiet, her ten fingers were like jade, slender and white, a little bent, the middle withered branch was broken, thrown into the fire.

"What kind of porridge did you make?" Lu Li walked over, stretched out the lid of the pot, and in an instant, the rice fragrance scattered, he sniffed and muttered, "Why can't I do it?" ”

Jun gently closed the lid of the pot and pulled the person into his arms: "Wait a little longer." ”

Lu Li struggled twice, and almost accidentally kicked over the stove: "What are you doing?" In broad daylight, it's outside. ”

"Then go back to the house."