Qi Cun found that tonight's little daughter-in-law was a little abnormal.

I don't need to be coaxed by him when eating, I took the initiative to eat a full bowl of rice, and I don't have to be picky about the food.

Of course, this full bowl is only three points full for Qi Cun, but it is enough for the squeamish Qiao Yuan.

If it was before, how could Qiao Yuan be so obedient, when she had no appetite, Qi Cun almost had to feed her food, and Qiao Yuan would eat a few more bites impatiently.

And this lack of appetite refers to her state most of the time.

Maybe it was raised from the golden soup and silver juice since childhood, and after tasting the delicacies of the mountains and seas, Qiao Yuan's appetite was not heavy, and Qi Cun spent a lot of thought on her eating problem.

Even if it's a little fairy, you can't just drink dew.

Now he doesn't need to say more, Qiao Yuan can consciously eat more.

Qi Cun felt a kind of relief that the ignorant little girl had finally grown up.

Qiao Yuan met his surprised gaze, and his face slowly turned red.

He acted as if she had been so uneasy before, and was pleasantly surprised to even eat a few more bites.

After dinner, Qi Cun went to take a shower first because he was sweating in the afternoon.

The habits developed in the barracks came out in less than a quarter of an hour.

Qi Cun wiped his hair, pushed the door and came in to find his daughter-in-law.

As if he was addicted, he hadn't seen him for a few hours, and he felt that his days were like years, and now he just wanted to hold his fragrant and soft little daughter-in-law and talk privately for a while.

Walking through the closet, I saw Qiao Yuan sitting in front of the couch, with his back to him, his head down and not knowing what he was doing.

The black hair was all coiled, and the white and delicate neck had no flaws, glowing with a soft halo, completely exposed in front of Qi Cun.

Qi Cun swallowed his saliva and walked in, "Daughter-in-law......"

Before his words could fall, he suddenly paused.

Qiao Yuan heard his voice and turned around.

Qi Cun's eyes were full of shock.

The beauty had the coat he wore during the day on her legs, and her white fingers pinched the needle and thread, and she suddenly looked up from her concentration, her eyes still a little confused.

The beautiful, pampered Qiao Yuan is sewing clothes for him.

Qi Cun's mind was in a trance for a moment.

He suddenly remembered when he was still a half-grown child.

No one knew that the famous Zhenbei Hou had a very simple expectation very early, before he joined the army.

The boy who grew up in the countryside didn't know anything about the people, but he saw that the adult men in the village had daughters-in-law, so he also fantasized about what kind of person his future daughter-in-law would be.

He doesn't need her to be good-looking, he doesn't need her to be capable, he doesn't know how to do laundry and cooking, he doesn't know anything, he can do it anyway.

A few companions laughed at him, so what can such a mother-in-law do when she marries, he might as well live alone.

An impression came to Qi Cun's mind.

When the sun went down, he came back from the field, carrying a rake, covered with mud, and pushed down the fence, and saw his daughter-in-law sitting at the door sewing clothes.

He couldn't see her face clearly, only the glow of the glow shining from behind her, its vague outline glowing.

This dream once left a deep impression on the young Qi Cun, and now it seems to be unexpectedly unfolding in front of him.

He stared at the beauty in front of him.

Qiao Yuan was a little shy by him, his white jade-like neck was flushed, and he unnaturally pulled the clothes on his legs.

"What are you looking at me like that?"

Qi Cun's throat tightened, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't make a sound for a while.

Qiao Yuan had never seen such a situation on his face.

Qi was in front of her, and it seemed that he was always confident, as if nothing could stump him.

Qiao Yuan was used to it, and he had never sewed clothes for a man, but when Qi Cun entered the door just now, his trouser legs were stained with mud, thinking that he had planted the land all afternoon, and he might not even notice that the back of his coat was cut.

She is now alone in Gongzhou, and the only person she is familiar with is Qi Cun, treat him well, just to let Qi Cun take better care of her.

Qiao Yuan thought so, and when he came back to his senses, the torn coat was already in his hand.

Seeing it by a man now, Qiao Yuan was still a little embarrassed, but seeing that Qi Cun was not calmer than her, he suddenly relaxed.

She forcibly suppressed the blush on her face, and said in a sparse and ordinary tone: "I see that your clothes are a little torn, sew them for you." “

They are now short of money, so naturally they can't squander it like before, and their clothes can continue to be worn when they are torn and sewn.

Qiao Yuan suddenly felt that he was so virtuous.

Qi Cun snorted.

He walked over, picked up his daughter-in-law and put it on his lap, rested his chin on her shoulder, sniffed the fragrance of her body, and did not speak.

Qiao Yuan blushed and struggled symbolically, but he couldn't break free, so he went with him. Qi Cun's hair was still dripping with water, and a strand of wet hair hung down on Qiao Yuan's shoulder, and the drops of water fell down the roots of her hair, wetting the clothes on her chest.

Neither of them noticed the strand of hair.

Qiao Yuan wanted to stand up, but he hugged her tighter, and a pair of big hands pinched her waist tightly, imprisoning her so much that she couldn't move.

With the same strength as a kitten, where can the mountain be shaken.

Qiao Yuan was tired, so he simply didn't care about it and continued to sew clothes.

Her fingers are good-looking, and she looks like a butterfly stumbling through a needle and thread, and she looks very good.

In fact, if you look at the results carefully, the stitches are not tight, and you can barely wear the two pieces of clothing by pulling them together.

Qiao Yuan himself was a little ashamed.

Qi Cun didn't care about this, his face was against the back of her slender neck, and gradually he began to be dishonest again.

The white and tender neck was pecked by the man, not as dense as a storm, but falling unhurriedly, with extreme force, leaving fresh red marks after the lips left.

The hot breath enveloped the little beauty, and the white jade-like ears began to pink, slowly deepening.

Qiao Yuan felt a little itchy and couldn't help but hide for a while.

Qi Cun leaned into her ear and said softly: "Daughter-in-law, thank you." “

With unknown emotions.

The kiss gradually shifted from the back of the neck to the cheek.

Qiao Yuan's face was hot, and he kept tilting his head, but he couldn't hide no matter how he could, his voice overflowed from the squeezed lips, pitiful: "No, you're welcome." “

How could there be such a soft and glutinous little beauty, there was nothing she could do if she was bullied, and she finally squeezed out a weak resistance from the gap, but she was ruthlessly suppressed by the man.

A thin cut, the two of them sewed for an hour.

In the end, Qiao Yuan's hands were so sore that she couldn't lift them, and the corners were crooked, so the man grabbed her hand and took it apart and sewed it again.

Qi Cun originally planned to explain to Qiao Yuan that he was forcibly arrested to open up wasteland and farm, which was just an excuse to cover people's ears.

Several forces in Gongzhou City have gathered, and it is not yet time for him to appear, and he doesn't want to enter the city yet, and it is easier to observe the dynamics of all parties in the dark.

(End of chapter)