Just like all the males who are tasked with hunting in the animal world, Qiao Feng went out and turned around and brought back a good dinner for his females. After a big meal, Lanshan finally recovered some strength.
Qiao Feng didn't pay attention to the meal at all. Although he was eating, he kept staring at her. His face was red and smiling, as if he didn't even know what he had eaten.
He stared at him uncomfortably for a while, and gave him a dark face.
Qiao Feng smiled even more.
After dinner, the two took a bath together. Qiao Feng understood her hard work for the first time, and only dared to ask for some bargains on hand. After he wiped her clean and took her out, the blue shirt touched her clothes and tried to pull her over.
Qiao Feng stopped her and said softly, "Don't go out, I'll buy you what you want."
"I want to go home." Lanshan replied.
Just now the mandarin ducks are playing in the water, so is it going to be separated? Qiao Feng was unwilling to give up, put his arms around her waist to prevent her from moving, and whispered, "Don't go, okay to stay tonight?"
The blue shirt will not stay-once she doesn't come home at night, her parents will know everything... She is especially shy when she thinks of this.
She had to push him away, "No, I can't spend the night outside."
Knowing that Qiao Feng couldn't hold her back, he had to send her home personally.
Before going to bed at night, Qiao Feng received birthday wishes from his family one after another. They usually make birthday greetings by phone, but this time I don’t know why, the three people bombarded him on WeChat, hoping that he would reply to the latest situation.
Well, the point is not on him, but on him and the blue shirt.
Qiao Feng didn't say anything, but brushed the screen with "smiley face" for a long time. At the end of the scan, Wu Wen doubted whether Qiao Feng had been hacked, and tentatively asked his brother if he wanted to borrow money.
In the end, Qiao's mother replied coldly: Who would dare to steal his account without fear of death
Qiao Feng: [smiley face]
Wu Wen: That's right.
Qiao Feng: [smiley face]
Da Wu: I have a sense of superiority in IQ every time I face the boss.
Qiao Feng: [smiley face]
Xiao Qiao: Qiao Feng, if you do this, I can only understand that the blue shirt has taken over your body.
This time Qiao Feng did not refresh the screen.
Then it was the turn of the three of them to swipe the screen.
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The next day, Lanshan went to the hospital with his father to accompany his mother to the hospital for review, so he didn't ask Qiao Feng to play. Without the blue shirt to accompany him, Qiao Feng didn't want to go out either, so he stayed idly in the hotel, reading papers. When his eyes were tired, he raised his eyes and looked out the window, and then glanced around the room.
In the end, his eyes always stayed on the bed. The quilt was deliberately opened by him, revealing a small dark red trace on the bed sheet. It was like a mark, recording his ownership of her, so every time he saw it, it was always hot.
Hmm, miss her again...
The housekeeping staff knocked on the door and asked if they could clean the room. Qiao Feng opened the door and let her in. It was a little girl, she seemed to be young, but she was not afraid of living at all, and she was cleaning and chatting with Qiao Feng. Qiao Feng learned that this little girl was still a high school student, and took advantage of the summer vacation to work part-time in a hotel run by a relative to earn some extra money... She kept talking, but he was not really interested in knowing.
When the pure little girl saw the traces on the sheets, the chatterbox closed. She looked at him in shock, as if she had seen the door of a new world.
Qiao Feng was so embarrassed that he blushed and turned his back to her, pretending to look at the scenery outside the window.
The girl finished cleaning quickly and retreated quickly.
Qiao Feng wanted to feel tight in his chest because of the blue shirt, so he planned to go out. He met the little girl who had just cleaned the guest room in the elevator. She was facing her back and didn't know who to call. Because she was too excited, she spoke quickly, "Sister X! The handsome guy in room 802 is on an official holiday. It is true, I have seen it with my own eyes! This shows that what you said is right, men can really give birth to children!"
Qiao Feng silently turned and went to the stairwell. Because of the nonsense of the unlearned little girl, he couldn't help but replenish the picture of himself giving birth to a child in the blue shirt as he walked, and couldn't stop at all.
In fact, giving birth to a child is an extremely difficult task. Thinking of the suffering that Lanshan might suffer as a result, Qiao Feng really hoped that he could share the suffering for her.
It would be great if a man could also give birth to a woman... Qiao Feng looked at the sky silently, and he heard the sound of his worldview collapsing.
Shang Pingping recovered very well after the operation. The doctor said that she was able to move normally, but she could not exercise too vigorously. The day after the review, the couple decided to go back to the grassland to find Grandpa Lan. Lanshan told Qiao Feng shyly that her grandfather learned that she had found a "reliable man" and hoped to see him.
So Qiao Feng quickly followed.
Huitengxile Grassland is located in the northeast of H City. It used to be a large pastoral area. In recent years, the government has banned grazing, and some areas have been developed into tourist areas. This grassland is located on a plateau with an altitude of more than two thousand meters. The climate is changeable throughout the year, but the scenery is beautiful, and there is the largest wind turbine plant in Asia.
Lanshan's grandfather is a herder who has grown up on this grassland for generations. The old man had two sons and a daughter. Except for the eldest son, the younger son and daughter all fell in the city. The uncle in the blue shirt is not a pure herder now. He runs a characteristic tourist hotel on the grassland and welcomes tourists from all directions. This sideline goes beyond grazing and becomes his main source of income.
The four set off early in the morning and arrived at Grandpa's house in the morning. The old man happily entertained his relatives and guests, and carefully inspected the little granddaughter's boyfriend with scrutinizing eyes.
Result: Not satisfactory.
This young man is too white and tender, not strong enough, and he can't even drink alcohol. When he eats meat, he eats small bites one by one, motherly. How can such a man be worthy of his granddaughter!
The old man will not interfere with the granddaughter's decision, but he is a cheerful person, and his mood is written on his face. If he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it.
Qiao Feng was a little bit depressed.
In the afternoon, Lanshan took a gloomy Qiao Feng out to ride a horse. The summer grassland, the sun is shining, the blue sky is low, and the aquatic plants are beautiful. The air was so fresh and intoxicating, I took a breath and felt my lungs were flushed again. I don't know where to hear the sound of the horse head piano in the distance, hovering melodiously, deep and rough.
Listening to the melodious music, Qiao Feng breathed the strong wind on the grassland, and looked at the straight line connecting the sky and the earth in the distance, finally feeling a little depressed in his chest. He tightened his arms around the waist of the person in his arms, and gently rubbed her shoulders with his chin.
The blue shirt was walking slowly with the horse, turning his head and smiling and asked, "Are you still afraid?"
"Not afraid."
"Then you still hold that tight?"
Qiao Feng smiled without answering, hugging a little tighter, his chest pressed against her back, leaving almost no gap.
Lanshan intuitively felt that his chest was wide and hot, wide enough to indulge her, and hot to make her afraid. She carried him on the grassland with her horse's belly.
The two went to Huanghuagou, which is also a famous attraction nearby.
At the end of August, these little yellow flowers are the last splendid moment of the year. They have tried their best to bloom, and at first glance it looks like a tender yellow carpet spreading to the horizon. Farther away, there stand white wind turbines, like broad palms, swaying to pay tribute to the tourists.
"It's beautiful." Qiao Feng said, closing his eyes and not looking at the scenery. He lifted her hair and kissed the skin behind her ear gently.
"Hey, hey," Lan Shan hides him with a smile, "Can you pay attention to the influence, this public place. There are still people over there!"
He didn't stop, and while kissing her, he said naturally, "If it were not in public, I would definitely do more than this."
"That's enough, where is that pure little noodle melon?"
Qiao Feng only paid attention to one important point, "Do you still think I am a noodle?"
Lanshan thought he was teasing her, so she didn't say a word, and squeezed his waist severely. Qiao Feng whispered in pain, then smirked again, and continued to tease her without fear of death.
A man in the distance galloped over with a horse, and when he approached, Lanshan looked at him with a smile, and said, "Chao Lu, long time no see!"
Her tone seemed to be greeting an old acquaintance, Qiao Feng looked up and looked at the incoming person.
He was a typical Mongolian young man in his twenties, with deep facial features, a dark face, broad shoulders and a long robe covering his muscles, and he looked very strong. His eyes are as sharp as an eagle, and when he sees the blue shirt, he is first happy, and then looks at Qiao Feng, with some hostility in his puzzled eyes.
Who says that only women have a sixth sense, and men have it too. At least at the first glance at this person, Qiao Feng felt that he seemed to have an intention on the blue shirt.
The younger generation of Mongolians almost speak Chinese. Chao Lu smiled, "Blue shirt, are you willing to come back? Who is this person? Why can't even ride a horse?"
Lanshan felt that Qiao Feng deliberately tightened the hand wrapped around her waist to declare possession. She smiled and buckled the back of Qiao Feng's hand, and said to Lu, "This is Qiao Feng, my boyfriend."
Chao Lu curled his mouth in disdain, "Blue Shirt, why would you find such a man, as weak as a sick goat."
Lanshan smiled and said, "I am a little she-wolf, who eats sick yellow sheep."
Qiao Feng was still wondering if he should fight with Chaolu. He was in a good mood when he heard Lanshan's words. He couldn't help but lower his head and kissed her cheek once.
Chao Luxiang was hurt by the shameless Xiu Enai of these two people. He said that he had something to do, so he turned his head and left.
Lanshan played with Qiao Feng for a while and went back. He called her the "little she-wolf" along the way, and scornfully teased her, and asked her when to eat his sick goat. It wasn't until the end that Blue Shirt copied his paw and took a bite, which made him honest.
In the evening, the old man set up a bonfire outside, and the hospitable folks came to have a dinner and drink. Lanshan played in her hometown when she was young, and Chaolu was also one of her playmates when she was young, and she was a childhood sweetheart. Later, Chaolu confessed to her, but of course she did not agree. Later, the academic pressure increased, and there was less.
Therefore, many people here know her, and naturally they also know what Qiao Feng's relationship is with her.
The conservative old family thinks that Qiao Feng is not worthy of the blue shirt. Qiao Feng felt a lot of pressure on this.
In the evening dinner, someone came to persuade him to drink, Qiao Feng was a little shaken, he was not afraid of shame, but the one who really lost face was the blue shirt. He didn't want to let the blue shirt lose face because of himself...
Lanshan decisively helped Qiao Feng stop him, not allowing him to drink. I blocked it a few times, and it was pretty flat.
Until Chaolu attacked.
The author has something to say: A little theater without discipline:
Spring in the Little Theater~Dream
As we all know, between being with Qiao Feng, Lan Shan dreamed of picking his clothes many times at night. So she was particularly curious whether Qiao Feng had the same dream as her.
Blue shirt: Qiao Feng, have you stripped my clothes in your dreams? To be honest~
Qiao Feng: Absolutely not.
Blue shirt: Really? So innocent (⊙_⊙)
Qiao Feng: Yes. You don't wear clothes in my dream.
Blue shirt: ==
By the way, my friends on the app client can’t see that the author has something to say? Or can some people see and some people can't