Chapter 136: 136： Master, relax

The ink burned well and cut the rice. Suddenly, one hand grabbed his belt and pulled it down. This feeling was also quite shocking.

Looking back, it was Chu Yuning, and it was still quite amazed that Chu Xiaoning, who almost fell.

The ink burned and lost the sickle, and turned back to help him, but Chu night Ning was too miserable, almost half of the body had to land, and the help could not help, can only use the hug. The faint sea otter flower, together with the white man, fell sturdy in his arms, and the ink burned without hesitation, and the rice straw in the original arm was scattered.

"Master, how come you?" He was shocked. "Scared me."

Chu nightning: "..."

"This paddy field is very slippery, be careful."

The people in their arms bowed their heads and didn't say anything. They couldn't say half a word. But the singing girl is still pulling the scorpion: "I am pulling - Lang belt - 哎 - in the end -"

Chu nightning was like being touched by cold electricity, and suddenly grabbed the hand holding the ink-burning belt and stood firm. He gasped and violently pushed the man away. His posture was still calm, but his eyes were astonishingly bright. He was stunned by the waves, and he was already busy, but he was still calm.

"..." The ink burned and suddenly saw his earrings red.

Very nice color, pale skin, like a branch of peach, he suddenly remembered the taste of this earring in the past life, think of it every time, Chu nightning will trembling, even if not reconciled, In the end, it is hard to escape in his arms, and the iron bones are also spring mud.

The throat is swaying, and the burning eyes can't help but become deeper...

Partially born in the late night, Ning was angered and rushed to the crown. I don’t know who is angry. The silver teeth bite and shatter: "See what! What can be seen!"

I am fascinated and my heart is cold.

brute!

I have done things that I can’t stand up to because of my own desires. Master is so proud, how can he be willing to be female? Do not say that the female is ambush, he is such a cold person, it is the love and desire that should not have, how can you think about this big reversal!

The ink burned and shook his head again and again, like a rattle.

Chu night Ning again angered: "What do you shake your head and do! It's fun!"

"..." The ink burned and immediately did not shake, but gave him a look.

This person is obviously shameful, but habitually pulled the anger. This mask is worn on the face, and it is easy to distinguish the color in his eyes.

I am afraid that I feel that I am falling in the face of the apprentice, or because a frog that is screaming is falling, it is very shameful.

so cute.

The ink burned and couldn't help but laugh.

Unexpectedly, he laughed, and Chu Ning was even more angry. A pair of black-browed anger was so angry that he even gasped his nose: "What are you laughing at? I just don't farm, don't cultivate land, what's funny!"

"Yes, yes, not funny, not funny." The ink burned his words, and it immediately converges on the smile. It becomes serious and serious, but the smile of the lips is hidden, but the bottom of the eyes can’t cover it. Bright, can't tell the splendor.

For a long time, this thing seems to be overturned. At this time, the frog that succeeded in hitting the ridge slammed the gang, and screamed at the air. It seemed to be demonstrating.

The ink burned down the work, did not hold back, turned his face off, his hand covered under the tip of the nose seemed to cover the past with a cough.

But I didn't cover it up, but I laughed aloud.

".................." Chu nightning is simply mad, dragging the water to prepare to climb the ridge, but was shouted by the ink.

The distance between the two people is very close. If it is normal, the ink will directly pull him. But today he didn't. He still had the heat of Chu Xiaoning in his arms. The tip of his nose seemed to linger on the flowers of the sea bream on the clothes of Chu.

He felt that his heart was soft and he wanted to get rid of it.

But he did not dare to let the heart go away. The person in front of him is so good. He wants to hold him in his possession. He is respectful and respectful. He is not willing to use his own roughness to hurt him.

So he only called him: "Master."

"Why, haven't you laughed yet?" Chu Xiaoning squinted at him.

The burnt pear vortex looks great, but it is not ridiculous, but gentle: "Do you want to learn to play? I teach you, in fact, it is not difficult. Master is so smart, I will definitely learn."

When the ink-burning hand taught him how to cut the rice, Chu night couldn’t help but think that he had come to steal the teacher. How did he become a teacher?

It’s really a mess.

However, the ink-burning teaching was very serious and very careful. He looked at his clumsy technique and did not laugh at him.

His eyebrows are dark and the ink is generally deep. When the facial features are younger, he has the sharpness of the knife and the axe. This kind of appearance is originally handsome with some arrogance, but his eyes are soft and forbearing, it seems to hide a lot of thoughts, but it seems that there is no Tibetan, only because of the gentleness and depth, the years are too heavy.

"That's it, use smart, understand?"

"……Ok."

Chu Yuening would cut it as he said, but unfortunately it was not very flexible. He usually played hard wood. These soft rice stalks called him helpless.

The ink burned aside for a while, extending the line evenly, the muscles of the tight arm, helping him adjust the hand holding the sickle.

The contact of the skin is only in an instant, the ink does not dare to touch him more, and Chu Ning does not dare to let him touch more.

Obviously, there is a torrent of nowhere to vent, and one is the cognac that is almost dry. It is obvious that when he enters him, he can be entangled and entangled. He can no longer find the exit, and he can also be irrigated and smashed.

You can hide from each other and avoid each other.

He taught him behind him: "Foker down a little, be careful not to cut yourself."

One is very hard to say: "Know."

"Let's relax again, don't be so stiff."

"..."

"Relax."

The more you can burn, the tighter the back of the night, the stiffer the hand.

Relax and relax, why don't he want to relax? But it's light! The ink burned around him and talked to him. His breath even slammed on his back. The airflow was hot and heavy. He had the wild taste of this man. How did he let him relax? !

The brain is inexplicably wonderful, and I remember the shameful dream I have ever done.

The dream is almost the same gesture, the ink is also in his ear, the lips will be posted, and he will fall on his earrings.

He gasped and said: "Relax... Don't put me so tight..."

The face of Chu’s late night was red.

He struggled to get rid of such a weird recollection, but after a wave of unrest, he got rid of this, but he thought of the "Shenzhen Shengying Yingjie Size Ranking"...

"..."

Chu Xiaoning felt that his head was afraid of smoking.

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It’s strange to say that the ink is burning: “Why are you so stretched? You put it—”

"I have relaxed!" Chu night, looking back, with spring water and angry flames in his eyes, he stared at him, so close, almost to become a sword, wearing a burning heart.

It is clear that both of them are heart-warming, but they are boiling and anti-profit, and they can’t hear next door unless he gets closer, unless his chest sticks to his back, unless he holds his hand and bites him. The tip of the ear, with his earlobe, gasped and said to him: "Let's relax, don't be nervous." Unless they do, they can understand each other.

Obviously, the ink will not burn, and the night will be the same.

So the ink burned a little bit, and he straightened up and said: "...the master, try it yourself?"

"Ok."

The smoldering smiled at him again, picked up his own sickle, cut the rice in his not far away, cut it twice, suddenly thought of something, and turned his head: "Master."

"What?" Chu night Ning black face.

The smoldering finger pointed to his shoes and said, "You take off your boots."

"Not off."

"It's easy to wrestle without taking off." The ink burns very earnestly. "You slip the bottom of the boot, not every time you fall, I can pull you in time."

"..." Chu Evening never thought about it in gloom. In the end, he went to the edge of the ridge, took off his shoes and socks, and threw it on the side of the grass. He returned to the paddy field with bare feet and buried the sand in the sand.

At noon, Chu Yuening finally became skilled in the use of the sickle, and the movements were smooth. He and the burnt-cut rice piled together, and made a golden hill high.

Another breath cut a piece of land, Chu night Ning was a little tired, got up and sighed, the sleeves rubbed sweat. The breeze blew through the golden rice waves, bringing a cool autumn coolness. He hit an aunt, and the ink burned back immediately. It was very concerned.

“Is it a little cold?”

"No." Chu Xiaoning shook his head. "There was just some grass ash in the nose."

The ink burned and laughed. I was trying to say something. I heard the distant mulberry trees. There was a farmer’s voice, Lang Lang, and shouted in a cage: “Open the meal – eat it – have lunch!”

"It’s the girl who just sang." Chu said that Ningtou wouldn’t return.

The burning side of the past, the hand on the eyebrow bow, looked at it from a distance, said: "It is really her. Master listening?"

"Well, the voice of people calling for dinner is so twisted and twisted, no one is there." Chu Yuning said, moving the last basket of straw to the valley, too lazy to wear shoes, anyway, it is already so dirty, go down the mulberry tree go with. The ink smiled and shook his head. He immediately picked up the shoes he had left in his place and caught up with his footsteps.

The farmer's rice was cooked in a large pot. Four or five peasant women carried three wooden barrels and uncovered them. One barrel was steaming white rice, one barrel was cabbage, and one barrel was tofu soup.

In fact, the people's livelihood in the Xiujian community is not good. The meat is extravagant to ordinary people, but the immortal prince of the dead is coming. The village chief said that he couldn't take all the vegetables to entertain people, so the cabbage was still full. In weight, cut a lot of five-flowered bacon into it.

As soon as the lids of the buckets opened, the five big and three thick villagers couldn’t help but be swallowed up by the meat.

"The dishes are not good, the two sages will be eaten." The village chief's wife is a woman with a big waist and a round waist. In her fifties, the voice of the speech is very loud, and her mouth is very big and very refreshing. "All of us." Pickled meat, kind of vegetables, don't give up."

The ink burned quickly and waved: "Do not dislike, don't disappoint." Say it was full of two bowls of rice, the apex to the master, and then took a bowl.

Chu nightning looked into the bucket of the dish and saw that the cabbage was full of hot peppers, and it was a little bun. The aunt was also very enthusiastic to recruit him and gave him a spoonful of hot soup. Juice, a few pieces of fresh and fragrant meat.

"..." For the monks who will eat spicy, it is naturally delicious. But for Chu Xiaoning, this bowl will probably kill him if he eats it.

However, the enthusiasm of the township was not good enough. Chu night was rather stiff, and suddenly one hand reached over and carried another bowl and handed it to him.

The bowl was filled with tofu green soup, although it was lighter, but Chu nighting liked it.

"Change one with me."

"...not in the way, you eat yours." Chu nightning did not pick up.

Auntie saw it, some hairpins, and it took a long time to react. She patted her head and shouted: "Oh, is this Xianjun not eating spicy?"

Chu night Ning see her, said: "No, can eat a little." Say a meal with a soup poured into the mouth.

"..."

A few silences, I saw that the face of Chu’s late night was rising more and more red in the eyes of the public, and the lines of the trembling shook slightly. Finally --

"...cough, cough, cough!!"

The cough is earth-shattering.

Who said that this world can't stand the love of poverty and sneeze.

There are also peppers.

After all, Chu Xiaoning was overestimated himself. He underestimated the Chaotian pepper. He was too late to be red-faced. The farmers around him were shocked. The children were not sensible. They hid behind the adults and laughed. Was photographed by an adult.

The ink burned down the tableware and re-cooked a bowl of soup for him. Chu nighting drank the soup, it was better, but the hot ones would only make the tip of the tongue more uncomfortable. He raised his face. It was a blushing face with a wave of eyes, so I looked at the ink in tears and hoarsely said: "More."

Still.

Chu nightning said that it is better to have a bowl of soup, but the ink burned by these eyes, this sea owl spring sleep-like face looked hot, involuntarily ran off.

For a moment, he seemed to see the man who was lying under him in his previous life. Under the urge of medicine and desire, he gasped, and opened the scorpion that was out of focus. The body shook and wet. The lips are slightly open and close, the voice is hoarse, and I don’t want to squat / squat: "Please... still..."

The author has something to say: Today, working overtime to add a dog, the message is too late to return, it is really cumbersome to QAQ before the holiday is really not doing ... but I have seen, crabs and small friends, today will not return, Let me take this overtime dog to breathe, hahahaha

Today's bib has:

"Mulberry" wife's master respect version (to the right, is the full version of the last good-looking avatar ~) and assists Miss Sister personal! In fact, the appearance of the assistant lady and the hairstyle of Mrs. Tochigi are very accurate, but the chest! Miss Sister said that she is not convinced! And her eyes are actually very similar to another important woman in the text, hahahaha, next time I will show you like who! Crab crab wife! I love Miss Sister!

"Night Park Night Wind" Mrs. Dog 2.0, Dog 1.0 and Dog 0.5, Crab Crab! Nothing to say, surrendered to the 0.5 force, seeing this zero point five, I simply picked up the zero-thousand-five and the 10,000 small yellow cars of the Master, and did not look back! ! ! Sure enough, there is no resistance to this evil look and smile! Lying down... I want to see the teacher being bullied and crying, ah, think about how the master is being bullied to cry, my phantoms are hard...

User 6472947024 wife (...hahahahaha) teacher respects the individual ~ with rejoice, more confident! I like this gentle knock on the gentle hair. I want to give the master a kiss and hold it up. Oh, no, the master is already very tall. Let him give me kiss and hold. Gao 233333 is really gentle, seeing such a master, can't help but want to pull him to ask for a hand to eat QAQ crab crab wife ~~

"It's better to go to eat together." The wife's female assists hahaha, very beautiful and very warm girl, the hair is awesome, the lotus on the chest makes me succeed in becoming a gangster looking at the chest, why do you love it? Painting female assists, Song sister will be jealous, I feel that I was thrown into the cold palace abandoned ~ crab crab wife, 嘿嘿

The small theater "Some of the things that most people can't stand"

Chu nightning: eat spicy

Ink burning: look at the late night, eat spicy

Teacher: Dew muscles play triathlon

Xue Meng: forced to engage in foundation

Mei Hanxue: Chafeng Qinglou

Ye Forgiveness: Affection with Song Qiutong

Nangong Temple: The dog that I raised is dead.

Meat package: working overtime

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