This morning, the sun was bright and cloudless.
Su Mu sat at the door of the kitchen, gnawed a cucumber in her mouth, and propped her chin with one hand. She seemed to be worried about something, and she had been in this state for a long time.
My child, I put it in the refrigerator: [What is Xiaoxiong thinking (○'ω'○)]
Wind Blowing Dandanliang: [Obviously thinking about men.]
The wind blows butt cool: [How do you know that the small breasts are thinking of men?]
The wind blows the balls and cools: [Because the appearance of the small chest is very similar to that of your sister when you are thinking about your brother-in-law.]
The wind blows chicken and chicken cool: [Daughter-in-law QAQ]
The wind blows butt cool: [Who is your wife now! Get out!]
In the bullet screen, you and I were having a good time, but Su Mu glanced at it and then silently looked away. She was still thinking about the matter that Shen Nanxian brought back that girl Xiaolian yesterday.
On the 38th, he knocked on the melon seeds and asked, "Why, don't you want to get closer to your male god?"
"I just think... male gods can only be watched from a distance and not played with."
No. 38 said "oh", and asked with interest: "Didn't you have a good impression of Shen Nanxian from the beginning? Why do you suddenly feel that you can't play with it?"
"It's because the young master is so kind." Su Mu took another bite of the cucumber, and slowly said: "If I really succeed in the strategy, I can't bear to face the heroic rescue of the young master twice in the next three days. .”
It is precisely because of this that Su Mu's germinated affection will gradually succumb to her reason.
"You women really think too much." No. 38 said: "But if a man really has someone he loves, he doesn't need a woman to remind him, he will consciously draw a line with other people, so that his woman can feel at ease , this is also a man's responsibility, just like me, I am to my family... "
The voice of No. 38 stopped abruptly.
Su Mu was puzzled, "Xiaobai?"
"It's been too long..." No. 38 laughed self-deprecatingly, "I even forgot her name, maybe in a short while, I will even forget her appearance."
However, I am the only one who loves this unforgettable person so much, but I will never forget it.
Since that fire, his memory has deteriorated a lot.
Su Mu had never heard No. 38 speak in such a sad tone. She suddenly remembered that a girl named Yan Ruo once told her that No. 38's wife was buried in a sea of fire on their wedding day. Thinking of the person he liked, she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable for him.
She can accept various tasks to match the cp that the audience wants to match, but she can't help No. 38 to be with his bride. For a while, she and No. 38 stopped talking.
"Brother Su Mu!" Little Aqiu ran over, he sat beside Su Mu, and said, "Recently, my mother sent me to a private school to study, and tomorrow the master will test me to recite poems, but I have forgotten a lot. Mother said you are a scholar, can I ask you?"
Su Mu, who was wandering in the sky, said casually: "You can ask."
"Three thousand beauties in the harem... what's the next sentence?"
Su Mu blurted out, "An iron pestle can also be ground into a needle."
"Oh, so it's this sentence." Little Aqiu took a notebook and wrote it down, and asked again: "What about the next sentence about being poor?"
"Wives and concubines gather in groups when they are rich."
The studious little Aqiu wrote down again, "That's right, there's also... why don't you regret that your belt is getting wider?"
Su Mu, who was thinking about Shen Nanxian, sighed, "The hibiscus tent warms up the spring night."