The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 137: Master and me staying outside

Chapter 137: Master and me staying outside

The tip of the burning finger is a little trembling, and the heartbeat is too fast.

The saddest thing about men is that the desire for sexuality does not accept wisdom. Even if he is not willing to be ten thousand, the lower body is still hard and hot, and the swelling is not like words.

He whispered a curse to himself, adjusted the sitting position and did not let people see it, and then leaned over to give a late bowl of soup to Chu.

When the soup bowl was handed over, his fingers were rubbed into the late night of Chu. He was shocked. He only felt that the meaning of the numbness was like a lightning bolt across the spine. The hand shook and the soup poured out a little.

Chu night Ning wrinkled his brows, but he couldn’t care so much. He took the soup and drank it, slowing down the spicy pain between his lips and teeth. The ink burned and licked his lips with a sigh of relief, and it was soaked in blush because of the spicy, like the fresh leaves between the leaves, the branches and flowers.

It’s soft, warm, and hydrated...

"Snapped!"

The ink burns your hand and gives yourself a slap.

The crowd was stunned, and the bird was silently staring at him.

The ink burned back to the gods, and all the throats were clear, and the dumb said: "There are mosquitoes on my face."

"Oh." Suddenly a Lang Lang female voice rang and made a fuss. "Autumn mosquitoes are the most poisonous. Drinking blood to go through the winter, can Xianjun bring herbal cream?"

"Ah?" The ink burned for a moment and looked for it. The speech is a sturdy girl, wearing a black and shiny bun, wearing a bicolor scorpion, eyebrows, white skin, eyes are very bold, and when I touch the burning eyes, I immediately become more and more Passionate.

The ink burned for a while and did not react. My heart was only thinking, oh, the girl who only sang Xiaoqu.

He is slow, but the aunt who is sitting next to the girl is very awesome. She is a woman who has seven children. For those who are interested in the girl’s family, she is more exquisite than anyone else. She is as good as a flow: “Xianjun will not be in the village. I have lived for a long time, and when the farmer is busy, I will go back. How can I bring herbal cream? Linger, you go back and send a can to Xianjun."

The girl named Linger immediately smiled: "Of course it is good, I will bring it to Xianjun at night."

"..." There was nothing to say about the ink burning. The two women who were so enthusiastic had decided to make a decision for him. The ink could not help but be speechless. He turned to look at the late night of Chu, and he saw that the night was smashing the handkerchief, slowly wiping the soup stains on his hands, and his expression was somewhat disgusting.

When the ink burned was not good for women, he whispered and Chu said: "I also poured soup in my hand. After you wiped your handkerchief, I also wiped it."

Chu Yuening handed his handkerchief to him, still the piece embroidered with Begonia.

Ink burning remembers that in Taohuayuan, he used this piece of bamboo. Chu nightning looks light and cold. In fact, it is a long-lived person. He has noticed the life style of this person and the furnishings in the house. Often there will be no major changes in ten or twenty years. I just didn't expect the same with this handkerchief.

It’s been so long, the patterns on the top are faint, and the old man has not discarded it.

The ink burned his hand, and carefully licked the scorpion. Suddenly he found that the flower was delicately embroidered, but the stitches were not good-looking.

Mind, it is estimated that the teacher is stabbing when he is idle and bored. He thinks that the teacher’s face is smeared with a small needle to stab the sea otter, and the ink burns some can’t help but laugh...

After a closer look, the handkerchief was taken away by Chu.

Ink burning said: "take what you take, I will help you wash."

"I will wash myself." Chu night Ning said, picked up the tableware again. Where is the ink burning, he is willing to see him again, and quickly changed his bowl of rice and said, "I haven't touched this bowl."

The village chief's wife is also busy saying: "If you can't eat spicy, don't eat it. It's okay, it's okay."

Chu night Ning picked up his lips and squatted half-heartedly: "Sorry." He said that he had changed his meals with ink, and the ink burned his tableware. He was preparing to eat, but he thought that this was Chu Ning had already eaten. A bite, my heart is inexplicably warm and instigated.

He clipped a piece of fat and thin pork belly and sent it to the mouth. If the chopsticks had not bitten the teeth, they licked their lips...

Formerly ridiculous / swaying, what did you do with Chu Yuning? In this life, he only licked the chopsticks he had used, and his lips were pressed against the bowl he had used.

It’s just like this, the bottom/body is hard and hard.

Even if you sternly admonish yourself, you will not be guilty about his pure and correct teacher, but the heart is not like his own. He can make himself not touch him, but he can’t do it. .

He had no hatred for Chu nightning. After thinking that he had stripped of hatred, his feelings about the teacher’s respect were only respect and love.

But he seems to be wrong. When he hates the darkness of this piece of silk, it reveals that it is a moist affection, a hot love... He is floating in the sea and wants to climb the sensible driftwood, but Chu nightning's blink of an eye, an understatement, can turn him back into the abyss of desire.

He felt that he was really crazy.

Chu nightning does not like men, so even if it is dead, it will not touch him and bully him.

Then the desire burned into the sea of ??fire in the heart, and it became Wang Yang. He was in the deep water, and even forgot everything else. Only the clean person in front of him fell asleep into his unclear heart.

The rustling autumn wind, the sound of the rice frog, he sat next to him, this moment, the ink burned suddenly ridiculously thought, if they can stay like this for a lifetime, it seems quite good. He used to think that he was lacking anything, so he had to go crazy to grab it, but now he feels that he has everything, and he dare not want more.

It takes about half a month for the farmer to work. During this time, Chu Ning and Mo-burn live in Yuliang Village.

Although this small village is not rich, it is not difficult to clean up two empty houses. The environment is hard. The village chief's wife bit his teeth and evened out two thick scorpions, saying that they would be smothered with ink, and they were all rejected by the two.

Chu night Ningdao: "The straw is warm, you can keep it for yourself."

Ink also laughed and said: "A good man is a person who cultivates immortals. You can't use it with you."

The village chief was full of apologies, and repeatedly said: "I really can't help it. I used to have a lot of scorpions. But when I was in trouble last year, the village went out of the water, and many things..."

Chu night Ningdao: "Nothing."

Again, a few words of relief, the village chief and his wife finally trembled away. The ink burns and helps the late night to manage the bed, and the pad is covered with thicker straw underneath. I want to make the bed soft and some. It is like a dog busy with a cushioned pillow at home.

Chu Yuning leaned on the table and looked at it faintly. He said, "It’s almost done. You can lay it down again. I’m afraid I’m not in the bed, it’s in the sleeping valley.”

Something embarrassed by him, he scratched his head and said: "Today, I will catch up. I will go to the nearby market to buy a scorpion to return to the master."

"You go to buy a donkey, do you do all the farm work?" Chu night Ning gave him a look. "That's it, it's good." He said, went over and smelled, "The smell of rice."

Ink burns: "If you don't, the teacher is the most afraid of you, can't..."

"The winter hasn't arrived yet." Chu nightning frowned. "How can you say so much? You are going back to your room. After a tired day, your feet are numb, I have to sleep."

The ink burned out obediently.

Chu night Ning just took off his shoes, arbitrarily took some water from the tank, rushed his feet, ready to climb his rice bed. I heard that the threshold was ringing, the ink burned back and returned, shouting outside: "Master, I am coming in!"

"..." Chu nightning was furious. "I am not telling you, don't tell me the words "I am coming in"!"

The ink burned by him, and he smiled and took the head to open the hidden door. He really didn't have a hand to push the door. His sleeves were rolled over his elbows, revealing the honey-colored, tight-knit, **** arms. With a bucket full of water, the water is steaming.

The eyes of young men are particularly bright in this mist, and they are particularly scorching.

Chu Xiaoning was shocked by his heart, but he did not know what to say.

The ink burned the heavy bucket to the side of his bed and put it down. There was light on his face, and the pear vortex melted. He said: "The master is soaking a foot, tired for a day, after I finish the bubble, I press the button and the master will sleep again. ""

"Do not……"

"I know, the Master must say no." The ink burned and laughed. "Yes. The first time you do farm work will be backache, and if you are not good at rest, you will not come tomorrow, the children in the village, It’s time to laugh at you."

The water in the barrel is very warm and hot, even slightly hot, but it is not unbearable.

Chu night Ning red / bare feet dipped in it, the toes are round, delicate, the cheekbones are extremely smooth and distinct, the skin on his feet is very white, because the sun is not seen for a long time, it can even be called pale.

I saw the ink burning, and suddenly I felt that the skin of the late night was really good, and it was more white and clear than those delicate and delicate Sichuan sisters.

If you think about it, even the woman Song Qiutong who went home in the past, there is no feeling that Chu’s feelings are good to touch it... Hey, think about it.

So Chu Xiaoning was soaking his feet, and the ink burned and sat at the opposite table to read a book.

The book was brought by himself. Some boring healing books were quiet. The room was quiet and quiet until both of them subconsciously slowed down their breathing and did not want the other party to hear. In the room with a light bulb of a bean, only the sound of the water wave of the night of the night was swayed.

"I have washed it, it is not sore, go back."

The ink burned but he insisted that he would never believe in the "not painful" and "not uncomfortable" of the late night. He had already put down the book and stumbled in front of the bed at the night of Chu, and squatted down and caught up. Chu Xiaoning wants to retract a foot, and the eyes are somewhat unacceptable:

"Take the master, I will go back."

"........." Chu nighting would like to slap him a foot, let him roll back arbitrarily, don't let his mother talk to himself in front of himself.

But the hand holding him was so powerful, some rough, the mouth of the tiger's mouth and the fingertips sticking to his flesh. His feet became extremely sensitive because of the infiltration of hot water. He suddenly felt itchy and wanted to laugh. So, the effort was spent all over the face, so I missed the last chance to pick up the majesty and drive away the ink.

The ink burned for a while, and he had put his foot on his knees, his eyes were low-pitched, and he pressed his patiently and meticulously.

"Master, is it cold in the paddy field?" he asked as he pressed.

"Fortunately."

"There are many dead leaves and rotted leaves. You see scratches here."

"..." Chu Xiaoning looked at the side of his right foot, and there was a small hole. "I have no feelings about a little injury."

Ink ignited: "I brought some plasters that hurt the wounds, and the masters waited a minute. I went to paint them for you. The aunts are especially easy to use. The wounds can heal in one night." He said The door, his cabin and the face of Chu Xiaoning face to face, only a ten-step walk in the middle of the yard, he quickly went back and brought a can of balm.

"As for this kind of emotion?"

"Where is the temperament, if it is festering, it will be more troublesome. Come, Master, and give it to me."

Chu Xiu Ning is somewhat embarrassed. He has lived for so many years, his feet are extremely private. He is always well-dressed on weekdays. Of course, he will not wander around with bare feet. This is the flesh that few people have ever seen. No one has touched the flesh.

Just because I don’t know who is fearless, just now he didn’t know what it was like to be pinched, so he burned it a few times by ink. Whoever expected it to be so sultry, the heart seemed to have ants in the bite, so again When you want to reach him, he is hesitant.

The ink burned and the pair of clear and white feet were half hidden under the clothes. The hot water finally added some blood color to them. Chu’s toes were evenly detailed, and the fingernails were like the knots on the lake in the deep winter in the south. The thin layer of ice is crystal clear, but the fingertips that have just been soaked have a faint blush.

It seems that in the ice layer, a jellyfish flower that contains cockroaches is frozen.

The ink burned down and squatted down, and the expression was gentle and respectful, holding the warm Begonia in the palm of his hand.

He felt that the sea otter shivered slightly in his hand, and the petals were smashing. He suddenly wanted to bow his head and lean over to kiss it, let it not be embarrassed, don't be afraid, let it stretch Fangfei, loosen the leaflets.

"Master respect..."

"what happened?"

He seems to hear that Chu Xinning's voice is a little hoarse, and it seems that the love is deep and the flowers are full, the flowers are almost unbearable, and the dew is dripping into the land.

The ink burned his head violently, and the candle fire burst at this time, bursting out a string of sparks, and the candle tears slowly fell. He happened to meet the eyes of Chu Yuening. In the lights, their eyes were bright, with desire/fire and spring tide.

"you……"

Chu nightning put down his two-page eyelash curtain, faintly said: "My feet are itchy, you are faster."

When the ink burned, the face was red. Fortunately, it was so dark now that it was not easy to see. He screamed "oh" and buried his face with red lipstick to give people a cream.

But I couldn’t help but whisper in the ear, "You are faster."

His throat was agitated and he looked at the delicate skin in front of his eyes.

He thought of all kinds of past life, more and more clear, he thought of the messy bed of Wushan Temple, the pillow was bright red, and the town became more and more white. They are as intensely entangled as wild beasts, breathing and low-lying, sly and sticky.

He thought that Chu Xiaoning was screaming under him, and the ice-like sound line was burned hot by the love of love and became soft water.

"You are a little faster... ah..." Chu Yuening seems to be squatting in his ear, he seems to be able to hear.

The ink burned his eyes sharply and the eyebrows were twisted into knots.

He has finally recognized one thing: he wants to be good at Chu, it is too difficult.

Far away, I am afraid that this person is not hot, afraid of taking care of him.

When the distance is near, he can't restrain the evil fire of his heart. If he doesn't pay attention to his mind, he will pay for it. He is afraid that he will make something more than the limit.

He wants to go to him, want him, even at this moment, he suddenly feels that what he wants to do is not here to apply the medicine to Chu Evening. This person is sitting in front of himself, sitting on the bed, his current strength is not much different from the past, Chu night Ning can not get rid of him.

He is eager to **** him, eager to push people down in the bed, he is eager to go to the throat and thirsty, eager to the desire to swell and hurt, he wants to compactly press on the night of the night, he...

"Master, painted!" He almost shouted out loud. It was scared that Chu was a good night.

Only the ink burns knows that there is a cold sweat behind him.

Suddenly he felt very sad--why couldn't he be so good to the teacher, why can't he be honest with the teacher, why can't he get rid of those fiery desires.

Chu nightning, Chu nightning...

His master is the most lonely person in the world. If he knows that his apprentice has such a heart to himself, how much should he cast aside and how much he is guilty?

For two lifetimes.

He didn't want him to look down on himself again.

Chu nightning put on his shoes and socks. In the process, the ink burned his head and kept his head down. He didn’t talk, and he went up like a well-behaved dog. Only he knew that his heart was locked with a wolf who didn’t know how to rest. .

For a long while, the ink burned down the heat of the heart and said: "The teacher respects rest well. If there is any uncomfortable tomorrow, you should not go down. I will do two people alone."

When Chu Ning had not had time to say anything, he heard a delicate voice from outside and shouted: "Mo Xianjun, Mo Xianjun, are you there?"

The author has something to say: Today's bib has:

"Frost a sword and a meat bag" wife's New Year's super cute little master ~ (in fact, yesterday, I fooled to forget to copy QAQ face), knocking cute, want to give him a dozen red packets!???~ Then the assistant lady, very much, one is satisfied, and very beautiful! ! The red knot on the chest is still a screenshot of the game. With reference to that picture, I really have a heart for QAQ Crab! Be more than heart! !

"Boss" wife's dog x master respects what, I told you, please automatically cross the phone to see, you will have the feeling of watching the boat play, believe me, simply do not want me, the original Rotate and jump! I only hope that they can get a fight without wearing clothes. I think the Master will not be able to beat it. Hahaha~ Crabs and crabs are yelling at me! Idiot face!

"Night Park Night Wind" dog x master respects what, the friend said that it can cut out a couple's head, hahahahaha, laugh at me, it's perfect ~2.0 kiss teacher respect is really gentle, my The girl's heart is awakened, although the weather is cold, but after watching the picture, I feel that spring is coming. Ah, I want to go to the playground to run the circle~ Thank you, my wife~~

The dog who called "Mt. Qingqiu", the teacher is single, I think the dog is pretty, and the dog is really beautiful, and I especially like that dress. I feel that 0.5 should like it, but this The dog's eyes are very gentle, so I feel like the soul of wearing a 2.0 dog 2.0, oh ~ ~ excited face ~ face ~ ~ 2.0 clothes on the bamboo grain road really fried days ~ ~ satisfied with the heart ~ Crab crab lady~

"The machete in the fog" Mrs.'s sister painted the dog 2.0~~ knocking handsome! I can't resist the evil eyes, but the evil spirits are hooked. Although it is black and white, it is inexplicable to make up the red feeling. Ah, I must be a second-instance. I want to give it to the horse. Peeking down, red lotus water, bullying, coughing, and bullying the master! ! Mrs. Crab Crab, also the sister of Crab Crab!

small theater:

"If the protagonists cross into modern times, what careers might they do with their own skills?" ?

Master: First as an outstanding graduate of Lanxiang Technical School, then become a steam repairman, excavator, forklift. Oh, yes, when I say this, I swear that if I open a salted egg in the future, I will write a president who opens the tractor. I have already had enough president, Kailan Bentley Ferrari, and it’s not the president’s text, I’m so angry, I’m going to Want the president to drive the tractor! I am going to drive the tractor! Chu nightning, you are the president's male pig's foot! Drive your tractor! Touch the Ferrari of the porcelain family! Go ahead!

Dog: Chef, New Oriental Chef specializes in outstanding graduates of the school. It’s not bad to have a Porsche chef and a president who drives the tractor.

Xue Meng: Nothing will happen, probably will die.

Teacher: Selling fake medicines is easier to make money, but he has a good conscience, may not bear it, and will probably go bankrupt in the end.

Ye Forgiveness: Police.

Mei Hanxue: ... duck king.

Nangong Temple: The manager of the pet shop, if it is not possible, the pig farm director is also possible.